The Reaper's Wicked Obsession-Chapter 193: Make Me Forget

Isadora kissed him passionately, taking the initiative and leaving Kraven at a momentary halt.

She nipped his bottom lip, his body tautening from the action. She sucked against the busted skin, hard. A groan shook his chest as a shudder shot through his spine.

The feeling of her naked body massed against his, her soft, smooth skin. It added more sensation throughout his body.

But just when he wanted to return the favor and kiss her helplessly until they stopped breathing, she hauled away, breathless and smirking.

Kraven blinked, trying to process what had just happened. Did she just lead him on only to pull away?

"That’s not fair, darling," he said with a dangerous look in his eyes.

He couldn’t tell if he wanted to choke her to death or hold her down and kiss that smug smirk off her pretty lips.

"I know..." she replied teasingly, her smirk broadening.

"Is this one of your many options to tame me?" He closed the small distance between them, but he kept his hands rooted to his side.

He itched to reach for her, but the poisonous thought that wanted blood prevented him from doing that.

"Who said anything about taming?" she said innocently.

Kraven snickered at her comment. "What word should I use then? It’s obvious what you have in mind. You’re trying to infuriate me. But be careful, darling, I might just lash out in a way you won’t like." His eyes raked her petite frame hotly.

Isadora stiffened by the burning look in his silver gaze. They said many things she couldn’t begin to decipher, but she bet gold that whatever he had in mind, the majority of it was obliterating her from existence and just one-third held the passion he wanted to instill in her.

However, Isadora didn’t back down, she wanted to take control. And doing that meant facing his thirst head-on, no matter how much it frightened her.

’Don’t rush...’ she thought, knowing that doing that would cause consequences. He might be vulnerable toward her when needed, but that doesn’t mean he wasn’t capable of erasing if he wanted.

’Take it one step at a time.’

"To me, you yield," she declared, coming closer, keeping her heated ambers pinned to him, yet delicate and alluring enough to make his smile stretch.

"Yes..." he replied. "The same way you do."

"Yes," she mumbled, tracing her hand smoothly against his abs. They were solid under her touch, rugged from the long, withered scars that decorated his golden brown skin.

She traced the profound scar that marked his skin, the lower X slash.

"Taming a monster who has already voluntarily yielded for me..." she said, gliding her hands against his chest. "How silly of me."

Kraven stayed still, his amused stare fixated on his little bunny, who had grown a backbone overnight.

He was eager to see where this was going.

At first, he predicted she would pull away after what he did to Solin; he expected disgust, but what he saw right now was the complete opposite.

The passion in those stunning pastel ambers paralyzed him. It was just a simple look, a little sparkle in it as she looked at him like the only male that existed.

Yet, it wasn’t just a sparkle or a passion stare, it was his entire being. He would pluck every other male’s eyes if she dared to look at them like this.

This was only for him.

Using his shoulders for support, Isadora climbed against him, Kraven helped by gripping her butt and lifting her effortlessly against his massive frame.

Isadora wrapped her slender legs around his muscular waist.

"This is tempting... but I need to cut myself first."

"No," she said softly, cupping his cheeks. "You don’t."

"Isadora."

"Kraven," she countered.

His teeth gritted as the realization seized him, she pinned herself against him to distract him from reaching for his dagger across the lake.

"Cunning girl."

"I learned from the best." She wrapped her arms around his neck. "Last night you didn’t try to kill me."

His nails instinctively sank into her flesh, a sharp pain jolting through her body—but she bit her lip, refusing to make a sound. Her gaze stayed locked on his, searing with heat and defiance. ƒreeωebnovel.ƈom

Kraven’s irritation only grew; she was becoming more careless. He would have to resort to more torture if she kept doing this.

"Last night was a luxury that might not happen twice," he growled, feeling the nagging hunger to rip her with his bare hands. "Get down, Isadora."

He said those words, yet he held onto her like a lifeline. It was stupid of him, knowing the risk of what his thirst might do.

But that few seconds of letting her go and reaching for his dagger told him Isadora would push him away.

It might just be her other option.

"Tell me how you felt..." she suddenly asked. "How it felt when you fucked me without hurting yourself."

Kraven frowned. "The thought of killing you disgusted me."

The only craving he had was taking her over and over again until her body was beyond ruin.

Isadora leaned closer, their noses touching. "Picture that thought and fuck me..." she said huskily, desperate and pleading like if he didn’t she might die. "Make me forget Mossvale."

A glint blazed in Kraven’s eyes, he suddenly became aware of the little twitchings her body gave. The aftershocks were a result of what transpired.

Kraven knew his little bunny had a soft heart. Mentally, she was still in that fantasy village, and having it reduced to nothing, and the souls turned to Hollows, must have been too much for her.

He wasn’t a gentleman who would hold her in his arms and whisper ease to her.

Was she asking this of him, knowing he wasn’t capable of doing that?

She wanted what he could give. She craved it.

If fucking her will make her forget what happened then he would gladly do so.

"As you wish," he mumbled against her lips, before lifting her to penetrate his length.

Her body jerked as the tip shoved into her. By the olden gods! It felt like she was being split in half as his length forced its way into her.

However, locking her gaze on him, the dark yet fierce look erased the discomfort.

She kissed him just when he slammed her down, burying within her, completely. She hungrily devoured his lips, and he did the same.

Their frantic moans filled the air, followed by the squelching sound that reverberated around them as Kraven skillfully pounced her up and down.

The sensation of her skin rubbing hardly against him, her breast cramming into his solid chest, the splashing water—It boosted his pace as he desperately wanted more of her warm insides soaked for him, offering a more easeful flow as his thrust got faster.

Isadora moaned continually, her hands braced against his shoulders for aid as her body jiggled against him.

The moment he lashed his mouth on her breasts, sucking and biting like a madman, the pleasure heightened.

Their desperate sounds resonated through the space as they got more lost in their embrace.

"I can never get enough of you..." He purred breathlessly, thoroughly unsated, snatching her more tightly and ravaging her body beyond her limit. "Let me drown in you, darling."

Her discontinuous, uneven cries of pleasure amplified his starvation.

He’d break her for seizing too tightly.

He’d ruin her insides for pouncing violently into her.

But her moans begged him.

"Yes!" she wailed, taking her head back as she got closer and closer to that liberation.

"Even if I fuck you till you forget, it won’t be enough!" He rasped, pumping into her delicate frame.

Her lips parted in a wide O shape. Her hands snatched his hair, forcing herself back to face him as he ravaged her to the soul.

She caressed his cheeks in passion. "I can’t breathe..." she said breathlessly. "I need you, my darkling..."

A bottomless feral growl bellowed out of Kraven, jostling through the lake and compelling mini-quakes.

He released a robust thrust that propelled a heavy climax from Isadora.

She clutched his hair, on the verge of ripping the roots out. His name flew from her lips like a prayer.

Kraven couldn’t control himself, he couldn’t halt his own release as he sped through it, his seed smearing her insides, loading her up as he savagely thrust into her to oblivion.

He swore to the seven gods as the satisfaction of their mixed essence struck him like a tempest.

His legs almost gave out and crumpled from the pressure of her inner walls squeezing him to the point of ruin.

But he held through, encasing his arms tightly around her like he wanted to connect their bodies as one.

They remained there, molded in each other’s arms as the pleasure fluttered through their bones, settling in and making the rest of the world cease to exist.