The Reaper's Wicked Obsession-Chapter 182: The Lover’s Moon

(Music Recommendation: Sigri - By Heldom, Eolya)

Isadora made her way to the celebration at the center of the street, where a huge bonfire burned.

The loud sound of beating drums, flutes, and vocalized chanting echoed through the air.

The closer Isadora got, the louder it became.

She wore a red woolen long-sleeve dress... loose yet perfectly tailored to her figure. Her long, golden hair cascaded down to her lower back, and a crown of roses adorned her head.

The moment Isadora arrived, she was welcomed and led to the dance with the other maidens.

She spotted Logi drinking as he talked and laughed with Solin like they were best friends.

Isadora narrowed her eyes in confusion before they moved around the crowd, in hopes of seeing a familiar, shaded silver-haired male.

The gentle tug on her hand pulled her focus back to the celebration. Her gaze settled on the women dancing in a circle around her.

Isadora giggled, twirling to catch each of their movements before joining in, allowing the beating drums to awaken the release within her.

Her body swayed to the rhythm, mirroring the moves of the other women. Hands gliding through the air in fluid motions, her muscles loose, welcoming every flow.

She lifted her chin, and her gaze locked on the full red moon.

The Heartmoon.

The rest of the celebration sped up.

Isadora twirled, her skirt flowing around her like a cascading wave. Locking hands with the others dancing around the bonfire, she found herself mouthing the words of a throaty chant she had never heard before.

This was unlike anything she had ever felt. It was like the weight shrouding her for hours was gone, replaced with an undefined sensation that burned through her veins.

Isadora danced to heart’s content, to several beats, singing, laughing, and rejoicing for the Heartmoon given to them by Elska, the goddess of Love.

Her bare feet stomped against the ground, the cold lost to her as she matched steps with the others, clapping her hands to the side, the exhilaration fueling her movements.

Laughter echoed in her ears, and as she gave one the last twirl, dizziness swirled through her from spinning too much, and she lost her balance.

Isadora half expected to meet the ground, but her body rotated into a solid chest, strong arms wrapping around her.

With a hitched breath, she lifted her chin, and her gaze met silver ones. Her heart almost leaped out of her chest at the sight of them.

Unable to help herself, she reached for him, her hand sliding smoothly to the back of his neck.

"You’re here," she mused.

Kraven leaned in, his teeth grazing the helix of her ear, sending a hot chill down her spine.

Her body came alive instantly at that simple contact, his body heat slipping through her skin and causing her to break more sweat.

Maybe it was the heat from the bonfire because it was suddenly too hot, her dress sticking to her body like a second skin. Even her ragged breathing felt hot, like her body would combust any minute.

She almost did when he spoke, the mere gravelly sound caused goosebumps to her body, and a welcoming sensation between her legs.

"Are you enjoying yourself, Isadora?"

Isadora couldn’t help it as a soft moan escaped from her. An intense pulse to her core that caused little quakes to overtake her.

The soft, breathless sound made Kraven’s teeth clench. She was a hot mess—sweaty from her dance.

Kraven had watched at a safe distance, the entire time as his little bunny set loose to the beats.

Every sway of her hips, every moment her delicate hands lifted to the air as if calling the goddess upon her, gaze dazed as if lost in delirium—every single one of those pressured him, calling to him like a moth to a flame.

She was lucky she wasn’t the center of attention, that no idiotic males dared to set their eyes on her. Lucky that everyone was too engrossed—because if they weren’t, it would have been a bloodbath.

But that didn’t stop his murderous mind; the urge to bathe in every blood he would spill tonight was too overwhelming. His hands locked around his little bunny, flexing for the needful.

To take.

To darken.

To stand upon their dead bodies with Isadora still breathing in his arms. It would make such a wonderful sight, knowing she was the only breathing thing for him because he willed it.

"I was waiting for you. I didn’t dance with any male."

Her words snapped him out of his reverie, his heart skipping a beat, followed by a satisfying growl rumbling deep in his chest.

Kraven wasn’t sure he could control himself anymore—His desire and thirst, especially with the way she looked at him, like he was the only breathing thing in the world, and the rest of it didn’t exist.

"Will you dance with me now?" she asked, trying to steady her breathing, as his hand slowly moved and gripped her neck.

A smirk curled wickedly on Kraven’s lips. "I know something better." His other hand slid down her thigh, the fabric between them an unwelcome barrier.

Isadora gasped as his warm hand slid under and brushed against her skin, her body heated, responding to the smooth glide of his calloused hand.

Her body taunted when his touch stopped just her core, teasing the area as his fingers pressed against the surface, as if trying to imprint it in his memory.

"They will see!" she panicked, trying to pull away from his grip, but his hand tightened around her neck, her movement stalling.

"Look around you, darling."

Isadora obeyed, taking a brief look around. Her heartbeat paused for a moment as she noticed the others who weren’t dancing were engaged in intimate displays. The boldness of it all sent a rush of thrill through her.

Kraven’s eyes glowed when he noticed the reaction from her body. "Does the sight please you, darling?" he murmured to her ear.

Isadora couldn’t find the right words to say. She swallowed thickly when his fingers rubbed roughly against her sensitive spot.

Her eyes snapped back to him, and her breathing hitched. The look drowning his silver eyes was both terrifying and arousing.

It held deep, unsated hunger, and the weight of it felt as though it could pulverize her.

The eyes of a beast on the verge of spiraling out of control.

So she let it out.

"Kraven," she said breathlessly. "I want you."