The Reaper's Wicked Obsession
Chapter 74: Hunted In A Hunt (2)

Chapter 74: Hunted In A Hunt (2)

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The words hung in Isadora’s throat, her body completely paralyzed and her mind reeling with mixed emotions.

It burned at the tip of her tongue to form words, but the only response she got were parted lips and a voiceless struggle.

The blade moved, sharp, and focused around her nipple. She flinched, her heart thrashing heavily in her chest.

’What if he cuts them off?’

A wicked smirk spread on his lips. "Cat got your tongue?" he asked, tilting his head to the side.

She remained frozen, beneath him, and the fear and hidden desire in her eyes were thrilling to gaze upon.

He turned the dagger and Isadora’s heart almost leaped off her chest as her mind pictured the ghoulish thing he was about to do. She squeezed her eyes shut awaiting the worst.

But the sound of her tunic being ripped filled the air.

The cold air kissed her body, goosebumps took over her porcelain skin. It caused a memorizing glow under the moonlight and her nipples hardened under the faint gush of wind.

"Almadra!" he exclaimed, feasting his eyes on her round breast with mouthwatering pink nipples. They were astonishing. "I’m tempted to cut them off and keep them as a trophy."

She struggled at his words, panic fueling her gaze.

He chuckled. "Relax... it’s just a thought."

She glared at him knowing he may be making jest but he thought of it. The fire in her eyes caused a constriction in Kraven’s pants.

"Careful love, this is becoming much harder to endure," he warned. "I’m torn between dissecting you and letting you breathe."

’Oh gods!’ she thought, more riled up by words.

He placed the steel in her mouth for her teeth to bite on.

"Bite down hard on that blade, love, for both our sakes," he instructed as he succumbed to the burning sensation storming within him, choosing desire over his thirst and calculating his chances of holding back his impulses.

His large hand covered her breasts to have a feel. "So soft," he murmured.

A strangled sound escaped Isadora and her eyes squeezed shut, just that mere contact and her body responded sinfully.

’Stop him!’ she thought desperately.

But her body did the opposite when she leaned into his touch—arching her back so that he would touch her more.

A soft chuckle broke from Kraven. "Such a thirsty little bunny you are."

A cold chill shot up her spine when she felt his rough thumb pressing and pinching her nipple as if to gauge how her body responded to his touch.

She swallowed hard, her teeth biting down on the blade like her last lifeline.

"That’s right, love... you can’t deny what your body wants."

’No!’ she panicked. He’s trying to ruin her again, to assert his control over her mind and now her body.

She was falling for his tricks again.

Isadora slowly opened her eyes, tears sliding down her cheeks. Her heartbeat momentarily stopped when she set her gaze on the man with an invisible hand buried in her heart.

The look in his eyes—it wasn’t the gaze of a reaper ready to take her soul, but one ready to consume it, to drown it in his sin.

The way he looked at her, utterly entranced, shouldn’t have made the dead butterflies stir—but they did, in the worst way possible.

"Come on, love... I can see it in your eyes, hear it in your heartbeat," he said each word in a low murmur as he leaned down to a breast, without breaking eye contact—sticking his tongue out and running it around her nipple.

Isadora squeezed her eyes shut and turned away, earning a chuckle from him.

"Don’t look away from me, love, I’m just getting started."

Her teeth clenched hard on the blade when he covered his mouth around her nipple, sucking like a starved man and his other hand played with her left one—like a skilled piece of instrument.

Quivers shook through Isadora’s body until it was difficult to keep still, his warm mouth around her sensitive spot felt like a storm invading her body.

Her mind exploded in sparks and her sense of reasoning was lost until it was all that this dark fae was doing to her.

Sucking,

Pinching,

Biting.

Each repeated action was more unforgiving than the next one.

His bites caused a strangling moan to break from her, he didn’t let up until she felt an opening to her skin and his mouth covering the broken area and giving it a clean lick.

Isadora tugged on the weaves banded around her wrist, but it got tighter and bruising, responding only to Kraven’s wishes as he laid waste to her poor nipples until they were sore and painful.

The pain mixed with pleasure was wild, untamed.

He had the situation wrapped around his fingers until all she could think, breath was his spicy cinnamon scent—engraved in her mind, and soul.

Her speeding heartbeat and the sensations that worked their way through her body were forbidden.

It seemed forever. Her heavy pants filled through the air, her jaws hurting from biting down on the blade too hard, and a migraine followed.

Her sore and swollen breasts caused goosebumps across her skin. A maddening sensation found her waist down to her thighs but she couldn’t make sense of it, rubbing her knees together was the only comfort she could find.

Kraven took the blade coated with her saliva off her mouth. He gave a clean lick to the steel before pinning it beside her head.

She had a dazed and confused look engraved on her features, cheeks flushed, and her body giving little quivers.

So fragile under him, the need to take the blade and watch her bleed cut by cut was overwhelming.

The thirst was coming. His time was up.

He leaned closer but she turned away. She couldn’t bear to look at him, knowing she let him have his way.

Kraven suddenly got aggravated by her attitude. He grabbed her chin and forced her to look at him but she squeezed her eyes shut in shame.

Why was she acting this way? When her body and mind yielded to him?

His jaw tightened as he voiced with a dangerous edge to his tone. "Hide it all you want, Isadora, it doesn’t change how your body sings for me. Feel it, and hate it as much as I do."

When she opened her eyes, he was gone. A tunic twice her size covered her half-naked body.