The Reaper's Wicked Obsession-Chapter 194: Pleasure Over Thirst

The sound of the waterfall filled the air, mingling with the rush of water over stones and the distant chirping of birds.

Since the Hollows were gone, the place felt more natural than it had earlier, but it was only a matter of time before a random warp-dimensional creature made this place their sanctuary.

A warp dimension could not exist without habitats. No Fae had ever understood that rule in these dimensions, but it is said the gods made it so.

Isadora wore her leather pants before grabbing her black tunic and putting it on. It was a relief that she was back in her pants. They feel more comfortable in skirts nowadays—It is easier for brisk movements.

While raising her hair, tucked in her collar, her attention darted to Kraven zipping his pants.

She bit her bottom lip, eyeing his muscles and biceps flexing as he put on his tunic. The prominent V shape was covered when he rolled down the fabric.

’Gods! Why was he created with such a body?’ she thought, entranced. She still couldn’t believe her hands had outlined every inch of it.

It was intoxicating to have that massive frame under her touch, and even more so when it responded to her.

Sinking her teeth more into her plump lip, she forced her eyes away as the heat got to her cheeks, fanning to her chest.

She couldn’t begin to explain the throbbing between her legs that ensued, almost like that sensitive area begged to be torn apart again.

But she knew taking him again might kill her. Yet, why does she feel tempted?

’Snap out of it, Isa,’ she thought. Grasping her leather armor corset, she put it on, but a hand tracing her back caused her body to jerk slightly.

The feeling of his calloused hand running down her back in a thoughtful line spiked warmth through her.

Kraven took the lace, swiftly running it through the small holes, one at a time.

The silence between them was comfortable, but Isadora itched to speak.

What could she possibly say?

Initiating a conversation was hard enough for her. The only attempt she made was assembling her golden blonde hair to the front to give him a better view.

The silence was snapped away when Kraven purposely tightened the knot, causing a surprised gasp to escape from Isadora.

"Too tight?" He asked knowingly, the sound of his husky voice caused her body to go stiff.

Isadora could only nod in reply, swallowing back the words to say.

Kraven tugged on the lace again, but this time, hard enough to drive her back to press against his solid chest.

He leaned down to her ear and said. "You’re quiet."

"So are you..." she countered, suddenly feeling the urge to punch him in the gut for making the corset too tight just to get a reaction out of her.

But she opted to step away the moment he was done with the last knot. Adjusting the thick material to ease the hold on her chest.

Isadora grabbed her bracers and fixed them around her sleeves.

Kraven held his leather jacket, then fixed his bracers, while keeping his wild gaze on her.

His mind was laced with many troubling thoughts, centered on this masterpiece before him.

Throughout their intimacy a few moments ago, there was no desire for her blood.

It was just like last night.

What was she doing to him? Why did the thirst go quiet?

The only answer he could get to the cause was... pleasure.

It was similar to having a compelling obsession to erase life, but in Isadora’s case, he wanted to ingrain himself into her skin until she never forgot who owed her.

But then a frown morphed against Kraven’s features. He pictured the circumstances between his parents. If pleasure was truly the cause, then why did he kill her at the end?

Whatever this was... it was fleeting. He shouldn’t let his guard down, because being intimate with Isadora weakened his resolve to keep the thirst in check.

"Can you help me braid my hair?"

Her request snapped Kraven out of his thoughts. He should avoid any contact at the moment, just to be sure his thirst wasn’t ticking at the surface to break free when he got close enough.

But in a heartbeat, he had already closed the small space between them, like his body had a mind of its own.

Against his better judgment, he clutched her soft, lush strands. Heat slipped through his fingertips at the feel of it. This close, he was buried in her incredible honeyed fragrance.

Isadora sighed, relaxing in his touch. The last time he braided her hair, he was gentle, without his usual roughness; even now, he did the same thing, knotting the strands with perception, until he got to the tip of her hair.

When Kraven was done, Isadora twirled to him, keeping her gaze pinned on his.

"Your turn."

He raised an eyebrow.

"Sit down."

Kraven sat against the boulder, clutching her waist and pulling her close. She braced her hands against his shoulders and saddled him.

He groaned as his fingers pinned into her hips; the mere action was enough to jostle him alive in ways he couldn’t explain.

The sudden urge to bury himself deep within her was hard to dismiss.

"The last time I remember you can’t braid," he said.

Isadora used her nails to cut a parting and began weaving through his soft locks. "Vanya taught me, she’s a really good teacher."

"It’s a good thing she did." He shrouded his arms around her, burying his face at the top of her bosom.

"I miss her," Isadora said with sad eyes, the mere thought causing pain to her chest. "Let’s deal with the Serpents quickly and go back."

Kraven suddenly bit against her flesh. Isadora gasped at the sting, almost springing out of his lap, but his hand secured her, stopping her attempt.

Kraven raised his head, a smirk playing on his lip, seeing the blood stain on his lips, a shiver shot through her.

"Are you saying that because you miss your friend, or are you scared about the dangers you’ll face?"

Isadora swallowed a lump in her throat. "Maybe." She leveled her gaze.

Kraven tilted his head to the side. "Have you forgotten you have a monster? Your monster?"

She snapped her gaze back to him at his words, she couldn’t help it as a smirk curled on her lips.

Isadora braided the last line of his hair, and Kraven watched all through, hypnotized by the smile on her lips for a while now.

He was so used to her stoic expression, anger, and frowns that seeing a smile plastered on her lips felt like he had won in life, especially at the thought that it was induced by him.

"Done," she said, climbing off his lap to grab her things. "Logi should be done with the old tunnel, we shouldn’t keep him waiting."

Kraven’s hand seized her waist, twirling her effortlessly until she landed on his lap.

"Why in such a hurry?" He slipped his hand to her neck. "My thirst hasn’t disturbed me for a while now, I should savor this moment." He yanked her closer and smashed his lips against hers in a bruising kiss.

Isadora moaned, permitting Kraven entry to her mouth and exploring every inch of it.

She placed her hands against his shoulders, clutching the leather as the kiss got wilder and deeply consuming.

Kraven was impatient as he ravished every corner inch like the last time, biting and drawing blood only to suck harshly against the broken skin.

Isadora shuddered in his embrace, her heart thudding fiercely in her chest.

She gasped when he moved from her mouth, trailing bites and kisses down her neck, using his tongue to lick through every inch.

His free hand parted her legs, rubbing against the leather between her legs before cupping the area in a possessive hold.

"Mine," he growled.

Isadora hissed as the pain bit through her, causing a tightening sensation in her waist. She was still sore from their earlier activity.

But that didn’t stop Kraven from rubbing against that spot over and over again until she could feel the mix of pain and pleasure.

"Ahem!"

Isadora turned her head quickly to Logi, watching them amusedly with arms folded.

"Logi!" she panicked, attempting to pull away from Kraven but he was still busy.

"Leave us," He practically growled as he continued to tease bites against her soft skin.

The embarrassment was too much for Isadora, especially in this compromising position. He didn’t care, but she did.

She quickly pushed off him, moving as far away as possible, setting her corset right.

"Don’t stop on my account," Logi mused, clearly entertained.

"There better be an explanation for this interruption!" Kraven seethed, more worried about the uncomfortable bulge in his pants.

He was a few seconds away from hauling his dagger straight into Logi’s eyes.