The Reaper's Wicked Obsession
Chapter 130: Yield Yourself To Me

Chapter 130: Yield Yourself To Me

The gravity of his words stilled Isadora’s mind. The look in his eyes wasn’t its usual hollow intensity.

It’d been different since he returned the kiss and gazed upon her like she was the only breathing thing in this world.

It was too much for Isadora’s heart to bear. How would one feel when a madman looked at you like you hung the moon? There were no words to describe this.

She could only watch, utterly entranced. She feared for her poor heart, she feared for her poor soul because she knew... deep down she wanted to surrender herself entirely to him.

Was this wrong of her?

Kraven grabbed her hand and placed it on his cheeks another action that stopped her in her tracks. The last time she touched him he also killed her, but now he didn’t seem to care.

She’d practiced with Vanya to control her weaves from slipping out. And he doesn’t know that... yet he did this like he was being vulnerable with her.

"Are you scared of giving yourself to a madman?" he mused.

"What would become of me if you take all of me?" she asked as her eyes turned glassy, the tears on the verge of coming forth. "Will you grow bored of me?"

’Gods! I sound pathetic,’ she thought, chewing inside her mouth. She wanted to be brave but she wasn’t, especially when she needed to be.

But the intensity between them, the desire drowned in their gazes, it threw other reasoning right out the window. The pride and the useless forts she had built had all crumbled to pieces.

Kraven laughed, not just a simple one, it was wild and untamed as he shook his head.

He tilted his head to the side, an inhumane action. But Isadora had lost her focus again because his eyes twinkled like starlight.

"Bored? How awful of you to think so."

"I’m just your plaything," she said with anger, attempting to yank her hand away from his cheek but he gripped harder, a possessive look in his eyes.

"Plaything? What made you think of that, hm?"

She opened her mouth but no words came forth. ’Because you leave me to my ruin,’ she thought instead.

He chuckled again, his other hand slipping under her nightgown, exposing the lower part until it pooled at her chest.

"How much do I need to convince you that you’re not?" he murmured, lowering his lips to her nipples.

Isadora gasped when his tongue swiped around the hardened skin. He didn’t break eye contact as he sucked on the left one. Her eyes closed blissfully as he tasted her.

He murmured something in Faetong she didn’t understand.

Isadora turned away, eager not to give in, but she was playing herself. Her body was already surrendering to him in a way she couldn’t explain.

This wasn’t just about need or desire. She had no idea what to call this, whatever it was it made her heart feel heavy.

"Silly girl," he mumbled against her skin. "Fight me all you want, it won’t change a thing."

She gasped when he yanked her legs apart, nails digging into her skin.

"Kraven..." she said breathlessly.

"Stop me."

But she didn’t, only staring at him with hunger in her eyes that mirrored his own. It was at the tip of her tongue to tell him off but she didn’t.

Because it didn’t matter how much she tried to deny it, she wanted him in ways she couldn’t explain. Her eyes spoke words she couldn’t conjure.

The sound of his opening zip pulled her out of it. He spread her legs apart more, locking his eyes on hers.

She waited, scared, confused and uncertain.

Kraven loved the conflicted emotions that bloomed in her gaze but he wanted what he saw earlier, the need. So he leaned closer until their faces were inches apart.

"You’re mine, Isadora, don’t think I’ll ever get bored, that is beneath me." he palmed his hardened length marred with angry veins and thrust inside her.

Isadora’s body jolted at the connection, her hands flying to his broad shoulder, gripping hard until her nails dug into his skin. Pure pain exploded through her forcing tears to her eyes.

Kraven groaned and stilled his movement instantly, he had just inserted the tip and yet it felt like her insides would crush him.

"Ease yourself for me, love." He thrust his waist. "Don’t fight it—let me in."

A scream ripped out of Isadora’s throat as her body succumbed to the pain.

Kraven growled as his body went impossibly still, against his better judgment he didn’t attempt to move, holding the line between control and need to allow her to take him properly.

Isadora wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him close, Kraven’s face buried in her neck, eyes confused and uncertain by her actions.

The way she held him, close and needy. It stirred something foreign within him.

He wanted to pull away and thrust, taking and owning her completely as he greatly desired, but he didn’t.

He remained there, patient for her, something he never thought he was capable of. He focused completely on the sound of her heartbeat, it pulsed faster and unstable because of the pain but as seconds passed it became stable and calm.

Her body eased the same way her insides did like she had accepted him.

She yielded to him.

The mere thought of it caused a smile on his lips, and his heart to flip. Unable to hold on any longer he thrust into her more, her insides welcomed him and a groan vibrated from his chest as he kept going.

Isadora’s mouth parted but no sound came from her, it was a voiceless scream as her body sang in ways she couldn’t imagine.

And when he was completely buried inside her the world ceased to exist.

"Can you feel that?" he murmured against her lips. "The way I fill you up? That’s the only thing you’ll ever need, love, you yielded to me. You’re Mine."

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