The Reaper's Wicked Obsession-Chapter 157: Where You Belong

On cue, a grin spread across his lips showing Isadora his dimples. "Don’t you want to see your other friend? What was her name again?"

"Serena?"

"Ha yes, your Serena who told you cocks that stay hard for long are broken." He chuckled.

She blushed at his words, suddenly embarrassed.

"Aren’t you curious about what has become of Desire’s Haven?"

Isadora gulped. "Dashwell is dead so that place wouldn’t survive." The memories flooded her but she quickly shoved them away.

"I heard it’s booming these days."

’Did Serena take over?’ Isadora thought as her pulse raced. She could have because that was the only explanation.

Isadora couldn’t believe that Serena could make it work but then again she was capable of it.

"But that isn’t why you’re bringing me along, is it? It’s not to have a reunion with that place."

Kraven took her hand to reveal the small red runic skull tattoo on her wrist. The pirates would eventually get a taste of his darkness.

"It’s your first mission as a Ravenite, love, what better one than with Lord Raven?" He leaned closer until their forehead touched. "Lady Raven and Lord Raven taking down the Serpents, it has a nice ring to it doesn’t it?"

Her cheeks burned at his words. "Lady Raven," she murmured.

Isadora has never given much thought to that title until now. "What does this title entail?"

He leaned away. "Many things. You sit by my side—where you belong." But then he paused as he corrected with a grin. "On my lap."

’What does it mean to be by your side, Kraven?’ Isadora thought the words instead of voicing them.

This was one of her fears because she didn’t know what her future entailed with him.

Would it end tragically?

The answer was obvious but Isadora couldn’t help silencing that conclusion.

’You’re already damned, Isa, this is just a fleeting thrill.’

"Take off your tunic."

His command snapped Isadora out of her thoughts. "W-Why?"

Kraven took a step back and took his pants off, flinging the wet leather to a corner.

Isadora’s lips parted slightly as her eyes trailed down his hardened chest, over his sculpted abs, and finally to the V-line that led to what scared her to death.

’Does he want to fuck me?’ She thought, horrified.

The image of having that thing inside her was not pleasant. She could still feel the ghostly suffocation inside her, even though it had been a moon, it was still a very fresh memory.

"You don’t want to go to bed with wet clothes do you?"

Isadora gasped before relief flooded through her but then she hesitated. ’Does this mean we’ll go to bed together?’ The mere thought of it made her heart race.

This was strange coming from someone like Kraven. But then again he was obviously light-headed from his condition, he could be speaking gibberish right now.

"Don’t think too much about it, love."

She gulped responding to his wishes as she took the tunic off.

Kraven’s dazed, hungry eyes landed on her breasts, the instant they popped out. "Maybe we should skip bed while I suck on those."

"You’re feverish from blood loss, yet still think shamelessly?" Isadora covered her breast, shooting him a glare.

She could tell what he was thinking, the hunger bloomed in his dull silver eyes.

"I can’t help myself, darling, I’m obsessed with you, every single inch of you makes me mad."

Kraven closed the distance between them and wasted no time as he forced her hands away, lashing on her nipples like a starved man.

His hands dug into her butt as he lifted her off the platform and her legs instinctively wrapped around him.

Isadora moaned as she dug her hands into his hair, gripping tightly until she was on the verge of pulling his hair from its roots.

Pleasure struck her hard at the first taste and he was ruthless with his advances, nothing soft about the way he devoured her breasts like a man on the brink of starvation.

He might be weak yet he was certainly not holding out when it came to getting what he wanted. He sucked harder, using his wicked tongue to play with his babies like his own personal musical instrument.

In this case, he was... and he played the piece rapidly and gained the finest tunes known to Faekin. He would never get tired of hearing her tunes and better than the screams of death.

Isadora’s body shook against him, her legs wrapping tighter around him, eager to squeeze their bodies, causing her core to brush against his solid abs.

The newfound friction caused her lips to part wide in a voiceless moan, she suddenly found herself a new rhythm as Kraven played her breasts.

The instruments are in a perfect symphony. It was extraordinary. Isadora couldn’t help herself as she shamelessly rubbed against him.

Kraven bit down hard on the pink area, breaking the skin and eagerly licking through the crimson trail.

Isadora shuddered against him mostly when he gripped harder against her ass cheeks to aid her movement.

Her breath grew ragged as soft moans broke from her. Kraven repeated his action to her left nipple, breaking the skin there too, licking and sucking so hard a violent groan flowed out of her.

The water rippled around them as Kraven increased the pace, Isadora rasped uncontrollably as her body sped through her release.

"Kraven!" she gasped, shattering against him, her body trembling profusely and almost falling off him but he held her through it.

Even as his head spun and he almost passed out from the fatigue, he held her firm until her body relaxed against him.

Mustering up enough strength, Kraven led them out of the bathhouse to the bed.

Isadora let out a squeak as he tossed her onto the bed, her body bouncing against the soft surface.

Kraven crawled toward her with the predatory grace of a hunter, placing her legs over his shoulder before burying his face between her legs.