The Reaper's Wicked Obsession-Chapter 185: His Wicked Devotion

A breathless gasp fled Isadora, watered out by Kraven’s deep moan that vibrated through his chest.

"Seven gods!" he bellowed into the skies as her insides greeted him home. His length glided into her with ease, like a nail driving into the wall with a single hit.

Isadora’s entire body froze as Kraven buried all of himself inside her. For a minute, the air was lost to her lungs, and her heart momentarily stopped.

Her core wiggled and throbbed like a heartbeat. Warmth crawled through her spine and settled where they were attached.

Her body hit a time pause, trying to register the shock and ardent thrill that were smothering her like a flooding tide.

But when Kraven pulled out and slammed all the way back in... she was jerked away from that temporary reverie.

A scream released from her, cause it felt like she would rip apart. "KRAVEN!"

Kraven snarled like a beast, a sizzling coolness seizing him, his body quavered, and his mind went blank for a minute.

Suddenly, he picked the pace, brutal and unforgiving, slamming into her to the point of insanity.

Desperate, hungry, and completely unsated.

Isadora’s trembling moans were out of control, her fingers digging into the ice, trying to keep balance, tears running down her face, her lips parting widely as her moans repeated like a broken record.

Kraven’s fingers dug into her flesh until the smell of blood filled the air. His vigorous pumps wrecked through him the same way they did Isadora.

Both were completely battered by the pleasure ramping through them.

"Feel this, darling? Feel the way my cock split you apart?" He grunted, lost and ravenous. "This is what you have done to me. You’re in my blood, my bones... every breath I take. You’ve fucking branded me."

"K-K-K-Kraven-n-n-n..." Isadora stuttered, sobbing, not in pain but the sizzling pleasure bleeding through her.

She wasn’t sure she could keep her balance any longer. His thrust was violent, and each plunge felt like her body would break from the sheer force.

He didn’t halt, he didn’t ease... he showed just how brutal his devotion was to her.

"Yes, darling, take it!" He growled, passionate with his pumps, eager to make her feel how insane she had made him. How much she had broken him, wrenched him, and altered him in ways he couldn’t explain.

He was on the verge of losing every bit of his sanity left, his madness unleashed, his thirst, and desire. Mixing like a violent blend that wrecked through his bones.

Yet in this moment, he didn’t want her blood; the mere thought disgusted him. What he needed was... her.

Isadora couldn’t breathe properly; each thrust stole her breath away, and her body shook uncontrollably. The sound of his pumps, ragged, endless groans, and growls curled sensations like sparks down her skin.

He sounded ruined and utterly lost. She made him feel that way and her heart almost gave out.

Her fingers dug painfully into the ice, the pain shooting through her the same her body died from the intensity of his movement, especially when he picked the pace again.

"You asked for more."

Thrust! Thrust! Thrust!

"This is more!"

Thrust! Thrust! Thrust!

"My hunger!"

Thrust! Thrust! Thrust!

"My madness!"

Thrust! Thrust! Thrust!

"My obsession!"

Thrust! Thrust! Thrust!

"My devotion!"

Thrust! Thrust! Thrust!

The ice beneath boomed and splintered. Isadora’s eyes flew open, panic gripping her as she watched the cracks under her gaze enlarge.

But she couldn’t think clearly or warn Kraven. She was close... so close to that vague pinnacle. It coiled through her like a rush of waves shrinking her core.

Kraven hissed at the constriction, the heat fuming through him, causing his breath to shudder.

His thrust slackened, until it became slow, rigid pumps, pouncing Isadora’s body back and forth.

A thick, lengthy moan jerked from Isadora’s throat as she came. The earth under her eyes broke apart, her head submerged into the cold waters, bubbles releasing from her mouth as she struggled to get out.

Just when she thought she would drown to death, Kraven pulled her up until her back met his chest.

She coughed, wheezed, and swallowed as the prolonged release caused her body to shake uncontrollably.

"Were you scared?" Kraven asked, amused. "Don’t be... there’s nothing to be scared of when I’m here."

Isadora inhaled sharply, the abrupt release washing upon her.

Kraven watched amazed as her body came apart, and knowing he had inflicted so much wreck upon her caused a satisfying thrill.

Isadora exhaled, coming down from the heights of momentary ecstasy. The sound of their mixed rough puffs filled the air.

"W-Why does s-sex with you feel like I would greet Daudi?"

Kraven chuckled. "Does it?" He mused in her ear. "Well, it isn’t over." He gave one thrust, reminding her that they were still joined. "Can you take one more, darling?" He gave another thrust, sluggish and teasing.

The mere motion caused Isadora’s body to hum as if she hadn’t been ravaged to the point of exhaustion.

"Maybe," she teased.

"Such a brat."

However, there was one problem. "M-My knees can’t take anymore. They hurt." She whined, finally feeling the sore area, which had been scarred during their activities. "Please let’s get off the ice."

His body went rigid at her plea. At first, he wavered; the urge to take her once again despite her needs was far too great to neglect.

But something inside him shifted, especially as she stared at him with those captivating ambers... he found himself yielding.

He frowned at this but pulled out of her.

Isadora’s body sagged against the ice, but his hands seized her waist, picking her up and she encased her legs around him, his hands gripping her asscheeks in a bruising hold.

"Take me well, darling." He leveled her down to his length.

Isadora’s body flinched as he slid into her with ease. She hissed, bracing her hands on his shoulders for balance.

Kraven groaned, his nails digging into her flesh as he thrust in completely. Holding her firmly, he rose to his full height, casually strolling on the thin ice, his weight causing the rest of the cracks to expand as the entire thing broke completely.

Isadora buried her face in his neck the moment his dark weaves encircled them.

They reappeared in the room.

Isadora opened her eyes when her back pressed against the bed, his hand glided through and clutched her neck.

"I’m going to make sure you don’t walk away from me this time... even if you heal, you will still feel it."

The only response Kraven got was her grabbing his collar and pulling him in for a passionate kiss. He returned it with the same fervor, starved and mouth-watering.

Isadora’s hands slid to his shoulders, clasping the fabric of his tunic, following down to the hem, and taking it off him.

Kraven complied, tossing the clothing to the floor. His body tensed when he felt her fingers tracing his abs, touching every lettered rune marked on his skin.

"What do they mean?" She asked, pausing the comfortable silence.

Kraven grabbed her wrist to stop her exploration. "They are promises. A trade. It’s not much of it now."

"Why?"

"It was a seal to keep my powers at bay." He thrust. "Courtesy of Logi."

Isadora gasped at the sudden friction and swallowed hard, her hands snatching the sheets.

"That’s it, you’re doing so well for me, darling. One more, you can take it." He picked up the pace, the bed giving a loud creak.

Kraven trailed his hand to her gown and with a firm tug, he tore the fabric, the sound echoing through the air.

The sight of her delicate porcelain skin devoured Kraven. He couldn’t get enough, and now... seeing such perfection under him, he wanted to tarnish it, every inch of her skin so that she remembered just who held her soul, body, and mind.

"No one will ever fuck you like I do. Because no one else is insane enough to worship you like this."

Isadora felt like she would lose her mind as Kraven adored her body. He sucked her breasts, bit and marked every inch of her like he couldn’t get enough. She had lost count of how many times she came, how many times he bathed her with his seed.

The top of her breast, her stomach, and her back. There was nowhere she didn’t feel the essence of him, nowhere she didn’t feel him, and come morning, it would be the only thing she would think of.

Kraven took her legs, seating them over his shoulders, finding a new friction that made his little bunny moan louder. She was exhausted, fainting and waking up, but that didn’t stop him.

Her body was limp, yet he kept thrusting, her delicate frame jolting back and forth, her breast hopping under his hungry eyes.

"Kraven..." she mumbled weakly. Her insides welcomed him, but it was starting to feel sore.

How long has it been? She couldn’t tell, but her body knew just how ruined she was. She couldn’t move a single limb, they were numb and heavy.

Black dots coated her vision, and everything went blank. Even in the realms of sleep, she could still feel him.