The Reaper's Wicked Obsession
Chapter 128: His Welcomed Obsession

Chapter 128: His Welcomed Obsession

For a split second, Kraven didn’t return the kiss. He was stunned by her boldness to do something like this.

He didn’t know if he wanted to pull away from her or just strangle her to death. But Gods! The blissful feel of her lips on his, the eagerness, the need—was like a beacon to many unwanted things.

Things he did not want because he knew how driven he would become, to consume and ruin her.

Isadora had hoped he would kiss her back but he didn’t, her mind already scolding her that she had made a mistake. She began to pull away, chest tightening from a foreign pain.

But then... Kraven snapped, a growl ripping from his throat, a bruising grip on her waist followed, a move so quick and violent that she wasn’t in control anymore.

Her back slammed against the glass again, harder than the first time. His fingers dug into her hips, pressing his body against hers as if he wanted to merge their bodies as one for eternity.

He kissed her back, not gentle and simple like hers were. It was hungry, starving, and merciless. It was maddening, harder, deeper, like he was punishing her for touching him first, for having the audacity to do something so bold.

Kraven kissed her like she was a meal to be devoured, like he had been waiting, aching for this split moment to touch and consume all in one go. And now he had her, he had no intention of letting go.

She had no idea what was unleashed.

There was nothing soft or careful about how his lips moved against hers, it was raw, burning with need, and intensifying. He took, demanded, desperate to devour.

And Isadora welcomed it all blissfully, completely taken over by the state of this man’s essence.

The way his mouth moved against hers, like a starved man who couldn’t get enough. It pleased her. Knowing she had such an effect on him.

Her hands dug into his hair, and the heavenly feeling of his soft strands sent a cold chill down her spine.

They dug deeper, bringing him closer to taste more—to feel more. But he was already close, more than ever until she could feel the crushing pressure of his body.

He swallowed her breathy moans and gasps. A low growl mumbled deep in his throat, vibrating to her body, causing hers to pulse right back.

Isadora felt it all, his anger, frustration, obsession... his obsession willed by every movement, the swipe of his tongue and press of his lips against hers.

The bites, gods the bites! She couldn’t count how many had happened and knew her lips would be sore the next morning.

If she lived through this first.

Because she needed air, she grew light-headed, and on the verge of collapsing. And Kraven didn’t want to stop, he kept going, eager and unstoppable.

A strangled sound escaped her throat, her hand slipping from his hair down to his neck, summoning all the strength she had and pulling her lips away.

But his finger tightened around her waist, pulling her back, as if the mere thought of space between them was an insult.

Her body tensed feeling the bulge of his broken manhood pressing roughly against her lower stomach.

Kraven’s lips ravished hers until she could take no more. She needed to breathe, so she mustered all the strength she could, placing her hands on his bare chest and giving a push.

Isadora released a sharp ragged breath, eyes dazed, lips swollen from his advances, and blood coating the soft flesh. She could taste it and it burned at her tongue making her body sing to live.

What is he doing to her? What did she do?

Kraven’s eyes locked on her like a predator, on his prey who had willingly stepped into the beast’s jaws and yet she dared take a step back?

He chuckled deeply as he grasped her jaw, causing the back of her head to hit the glass. "Stopping now are we?" he murmured.

A red blush coated Isadora’s cheeks. "I-I needed to breathe."

"Always finish what you start, love."

She gulped as his hungry eyes descended on her lips, it took two beats before he crashed them again.

A deep moan broke from Isadora’s throat, goosebumps finding her skin as her cloak fell off, leaving her in just her nightgown, the cold air getting to her skin but soon chased away from the heat radiating from his body.

His hand skillfully traced her thighs, hooking her legs to his waist. In a fast reflex, Isadora drew her dagger from her holster strapped around her thigh and pressed it against his throat.

Kraven pulled away and eyed the steel dangerously close to his throat.

"F-For reassurance," she said softly.

A laugh broke from him, low and dark, his chest vibrating from the mere sound. His hand tangled into her hair, gripping hard and causing her to gasp, a burning look in his eyes. "You’re learning," he murmured. "Good girl."

Isadora’s cheeks got hotter at his praise, it shouldn’t make the dead butterflies dance but it did. The endearing look in his eyes, as he stared at her with immense wonder, was hard to handle.

He yanked the blade away from her hold and threw it behind him, the steel causing a ringing clatter around the room.

Isadora stared at him with a confused gaze pondering what he was trying to accomplish by doing that.

Suddenly Kraven descended, the sight of this massive Fae dropping to his knees felt like a dream.

A man of such power and authority was kneeling in front of her.

Isadora was taken over by shock. "W-What are you..." She couldn’t finish because the cold air brushed from her thighs to her core as he spread her legs apart, the material of her nightgown hanging low around her waist.

"Does the sight of me kneeling before you please you?" he mused, with a wicked glint in his eyes.