The Reaper's Wicked Obsession-Chapter 201: Replace My Darkness

Kraven found a desired pace, unleashing the terror away from her head, skin, and bones. Blending her into his essence, eager to erase the feeling of a scar set upon the depths of her mind.

He opened a new scar. Molded by him. This would be a day she would never dare to forget, not because it held her darkest memories, but because he constructed a new one she would never flee from.

With every breath, every walk, every twinkle in her thoughts... she would know... the only darkness that sank into the depths of her existence was his.

Isadora rode through the helm of pleasure, using his shoulders as aid, taking what her body desired.

What her mind needed to heal.

She believed the zeal of embrace and gentle words could take over the pain... but Kraven showed her ways she never thought existed.

How his entire being could wrench and assemble every part of her and leave her in utter wreckage.

There was no solace... only his roughness.

There was no sweetness... only his passion.

As twisted as it may be, her body piped recklessly to it all. She had never needed him as much as she did right now.

When her release grazed the surface, his fingers stilled, refusing her the bliss her body screamed for.

His mouth concealed hers as he devoured her completely like she was his last meal on earth.

It was insanity, mouthwatering, and immersed in his darkness.

Just like she desired.

Isadora encased her arms around his neck, pulling him closer until there wasn’t an inch of space to keep them apart.

She reciprocated his kiss with the same passion and moaned out of control as their lips fused and fought in heat.

His fingers reaped back the pace, quicker than it was the last time, brutal, eager, and stamped for the sole purpose of ravaging her completely so that she would never forget just how much he colored her soul in black.

Isadora came, harder than the tempest. Kraven’s mouth swallowed her moans and cries.

His pace hastened again, encouraged by the fluid coating his fingers nonstop.

He pulled her body away from the wall, her legs wrapped tightly around his waist.

Kraven sat on the bed, letting Isadora saddle him. Their lips came apart, but his thrust didn’t stop.

The intensity built to the edge, and she was halfway toward another release.

"Come on, darling, ride my fingers," he commanded.

She rasped, wadding her hips, the action plugging a spot that compelled a bottomless cold to drown her head.

For a minute, everything was woozy, but Kraven’s words kept her level-headed.

"You slept on this bed for winters," he began, working his fingers more. "Alone... afraid..." He screwed them like a hook trying to make a connection and it did, springing her body to life, the sparks scorching through her blood.

"For winters, you lived every moment as Dashwell’s star price. The rumored mannfae of Brookcrest." Rage burned through Kraven, fueling his desire to rip her insides with his bare hands just to ingrain how desperate he was to erase it all.

"Exploited... then sold to the Jarlas!" He snagged her hips tightly with one hand, keeping her still as he curled his fingers within to force her release.

Isadora moaned heavily, her breath convulsing beyond control, trying to filter through the storm of sensation tearing through her.

She couldn’t maintain them all at once, her body refusing to relax.

"But now... look at you." His silver eyes shimmered in pride and utter marvel, causing a spark of star, and Isadora felt like she would die just by glimpsing such magnificence.

"My Lady Raven, coming apart on my fingers like the masterpiece you are."

In her entire life, she had never felt deserving. The way he looked at her was like she was unreal, and if he let go, she might disappear. He was frightened, and it was an emotion he only displayed for her.

His vulnerability made her come undone.

She kissed him, unable to handle the storming emotions. Her thrust against his fingers halted as a bloom of sensation coiled through her lower abdomen, burning to her waist.

Kraven growled, rising to his full height as Isadora shuddered from another orgasm. ƒгeeweɓn૦vel.com

He slammed her back against the window. "I saw how you stared at this spot," he said, pumping his fingers.

Isadora was on the verge of losing her mind, she wasn’t sure she could take any more. It hurt the same way it felt too good.

"Tell me, did you stand here every morning, watching the view?"

"Yes!" she rasped, trying her best to stay level-headed and not act needy without rolling her hips for more. But it was too late to give any thought.

They were both hopeless for each other.

She shamelessly followed his thrusts. "I-I stood here every day, praying to the gods for mercy," she cried, tears streaming from her eyes as the pleasure wrecked her beyond words.

Kraven’s lips came hotly to her ears, sending goosebumps to her skin. "Then remember, darling," he growled. "Every time you think of this window, remember that I fucked you against it."

Her eyes flew open, but it was too late, Kraven had already ripped an opening to her pants, his fingers replaced swiftly with his thick length, slamming into her with force.

She shrieked, bedazzled, astounded, and utterly ruined to the point that the memories were gone.

The dark cloud that had hung over her since she stepped into this room was erased, replaced with another darkness.

Kraven madly thrust into her, driven by the aim to break her in two.

"It’s too much!" she screamed.

"Yes, darling, and you’ll take it like my good girl."

His hand snatched her neck, causing her head to hit the window, forcing it open, but the frame holding onto it was weak, sending it crashing down from the height.

Isadora braced her hand against the edge for support as Kraven rammed her mercilessly.