The Reaper's Wicked Obsession
Chapter 61: His Wicked Obsession

Chapter 61: His Wicked Obsession

His sudden action was not something she expected. His gaze on her lips was predatory, like a beast ready to devour them.

The desire in his eyes was electrifying, as much as it was terrifying. She couldn’t say the same for herself, her gaze drawn to his moist lips.

’I don’t want your filthy mouth on mine’ She thought. She had meant to say that out loud but her lips remained sealed. The pressure of the situation was too overwhelming to bear.

"What are you thinking, love?" Kraven asked with a smirk on his lips.

The look in her ambers told him many unsaid things. A mess of emotion crafting itself in one go and he was drawn to all of them.

Something about the chaotic turmoil in her gaze pleased him; she was battling with whatever thoughts plagued her mind.

What were they?

He wanted to know as much as he desired to split her head open and see what color her brain was.

"Let me go," she murmured.

Yet, she wasn’t resisting as he had hoped. Instead, she rooted herself in place, vulnerable under his gaze.

He leaned closer, his grip tightening around her chin causing her teeth to grit in pain.

"Is that what you want?"

Their noses touched.

"Stop me, Isadora," his voice was almost a plea, though he was entertained by how powerless she was in the face of their proximity.

Isadora remained frozen, her grip on the sword becoming too heavy. Maybe it was the pressure hanging in the air, clouding her senses.

’Stop him, Isa,’ she thought. ’Stop him!’

He caught the bottom of her lip with his teeth, causing her to flinch, and the sword slipped from her grip.

Isadora quickly raised her hands to stop him, placing them against his grip on her chin, but his lips had already claimed hers.

She dug her nails into his hand, so hard that they almost drew blood. Her eyes squeezed shut and her face contoured in a mix of emotions—the desperate urge to stop him... and the undeniable desire for him to continue.

Suddenly his hand moved to her neck, spiking Isadora’s fears, and just as she had predicted, they pressed hard, blocking the passage for air.

"I love the way your body trembles under my hold," he murmured against her lips, with an unsettling calmness before pulling her in for another kiss scorched with madness.

Isadora struggled to breathe, her chest tightening under the pressure of his hands. His grip wasn’t just threatening, it was utterly possessive.

Kraven’s lips brushed against hers in a violent, possessive kiss—completely at his mercy and stealing what little air she had left.

Everything began to blur, her fist pounding weakly against his chest, her breath strangled, her mind overwhelmed with conflicting emotions.

The suffocation were real, yet there was this haunting realization he was completely consumed by her.

The pressure on her throat gradually released, but his fingers remained there enough to remind her who was in control.

His gaze was the worst of them all, it was as if he could see every part of her, her soul stripped bare for him under them. Her vulnerability was the last thing she wanted him to see.

Isadora was breathless, her pulse erratic and her body screaming for her to run but her limbs felt like they were made of stone, tears gathering at the corner of her eyes as pain surfaced.

It was suddenly so cold, her body in uncontrollable quivers. She wanted to scream, to hit him, but all that came out was a shallow breath, a pain burning through her chest.

Kraven smiled before brushing his lips against her ear, his breath hot against her skin stole the cold away. "How does it feel... knowing if I pressed harder I’d take your soul and you’d do nothing."

His hand fell from her neck, and Isadora gasped, clutching her throat, her body shook between fear and fury. It burned as much as her pain, her red-eyed glare saying many unspoken things.

The desire in his eyes she saw earlier wasn’t about kissing her but the complete opposite.

Kraven didn’t step back, he remained close, his presence like a shadow she couldn’t outrun.

The reality of her position sunk in and broke her more. She could never escape him, it was impossible to escape your own shadow, especially when they had a mind of its own.

"I hate you," she spat, her voice hoarse and broken.

In silence he vanished, leaving behind a trail of dark weaves, allowing Isadora to break down in tears.

~♧~

Kraven reappeared in his chambers, walking to the table to grab a wooden bottle. The corner of his lips tipped in a smile when he sensed a familiar aura.

"Hello, Rav," he said, turning the ale into the cup.

Rav was seated quietly in the dim darkness. "I heard you avoided bedrest and have been absent in the past weeks"

"Hmm, Logi..." Kraven murmured while taking a drink. "How is he by the way?"

Rav’s teeth clenched, he was always carefree even when he should be doing the needful. "And now you’re using your powers... are you not aware the more you use it, it gets harder?"

Kraven only chuckled lightly in response.

Rav’s fist clenched and he got more aggravated.

"I know you didn’t come here because you’re worried about me, tell me why you’re here," Kraven said, facing him, cup midway to his lips.

Rav rose to his feet and stepped into the light. "Iam worried about you, Kraven"

"I know," he brushed it off. "But I’m not the moment of desperation am I?"

His jaw tightened. "I know you took Isadora"

"Yes, I did, are you here to question me about that?"

"Haven’t you done enough?"

Kraven said nothing, simply tilting his head and popping a tense muscle in his neck.

Rav knew he wouldn’t bat an eye at the face of anything. Kraven had always been a difficult person and he’d learned to live with it... he was different.

But Isadora didn’t deserve to suffer or breathe in the same air as him.

"She’s an innocent soul," he murmured, picturing how her eyes lit up when she smiled, so precious, enough to protect and cherish.

The look in Rav’s eyes ignited something dangerous within Kraven. His insatiable thirst overtook his thoughts—one directed at the last person he ever wanted it to be. Yet, against his better judgment, it was becoming all too tempting.

Kraven brushed it off with a formed smile on his lips and asked. "Do you love her?"

The question made Rav blink, caught off guard by it. A frown took over his features as he replied. "I care for her,"

Kraven said nothing as he finished his drink, then turned his back to pour another. "Get out," he ordered, his voice laced with pressure.

But when he turned back, a smile played on his lips, but it was the fakest he had ever conjured. "I need my bed rest."