The Reaper's Wicked Obsession-Chapter 216: When The Day Comes

There was a quiet storm, and the thunder could be heard booming against the skies.

Isadora grew uneasy and prayed the storm wouldn’t get fierce.

According to Thornfoot, it meant they were on the right track and it was only a matter of time before they reached their destination.

The sad creak of the wood and the hefty sway of the ship made it harder to sleep.

But she hadn’t been sleeping for a while now. There was no peace to be found each time she closed her eyes.

Her legs bounced, and her nerves worked. It had been push and pull these last few days. She saw less of Kraven and spent more time with Logi and the crew.

It didn’t feel right. They still haven’t talked since that day, and she didn’t want this mood to hang over them longer.

They were on a mission, and not being in sync could cause problems.

That was what she told herself, for the sake of the mission, she had to talk with Kraven.

"Alda!" she exclaimed, rising to her feet and leaving the cabin.

Isadora held onto the walls for support, the corridors seemed like it would flip if she didn’t hold her balance. It was a struggle until she reached his cabin.

She gulped, staring at the door, her knuckles lifting, but paused in mid-air as uncertainty drowned her actions.

Taking a deep inhale and exhale, she closed her eyes briefly. But that didn’t give her the courage she needed.

Maybe this was a bad idea. She clearly wasn’t ready to face him yet.

Sighing in defeat, she turned, but her forehead met a wall. How did the wall get so close?

But the subtle heartbeat and warmth told her that wasn’t the case.

At the gnawing realization, she panicked and stepped away, her back slamming against the door as she came eye-to-eye with Kraven.

Her body tensed noticing the smirk plastered on his lips, she couldn’t begin to ponder what amused him at this hour.

As the minutes passed, the silence grew, and her anxiety followed.

’Say something,’ she mentally thought, but her mouth was suddenly not part of her, and the words couldn’t form.

Yet she forced herself to speak, knowing if she doesn’t, she might end up with more sleepless nights.

"I—"

"If you want to go in, then do that without knocking," he said, holding her gaze tightly.

Isadora gulped. "I-I didn’t know if you were in or not," she mumbled.

He stepped closer, and she responded by pressing her back more into the door.

"I’m here now, love." He gathered the soft strands of her hair, noting how she went stiff. But he made no move to touch her skin—only tucked the strand gently behind her ear.

’He’s gentle?’ Isadora thought with wide eyes. Was her mind playing tricks on her?

As soon as Kraven made that move, he stepped away, until his back met the wall, his arms crossed against his chest, and his nails dug into his biceps as some sort of control.

A pain tugged in Isadora’s heart, her body screamed at her to close the distance, but she knew doing that was more harm than good.

His actions spoke volumes. He didn’t want to scare her like he did that day.

"I wanted to know if the storm would stop," she said.

Changing the topic was the only thing she could do.

"It might last longer or get worse."

Isadora nodded. "Okay." She lingered, but it got more awkward. "I should go back."

Yet she remained pinned where she was, stubborn to her fears.

Kraven’s eyes darkened. "The more you linger, love, the harder it gets."

"H-Harder for what?" she dared ask.

Kraven licked his lips, his nails digging more into his leather as his control wavered. The need to be closer, to feel her skin under his fingertips, outweighed his own thirst.

It was pure torture. Yet he noticed the slight signs—her soft quivers, the clenching and unclenching of her fists, the rapid beat of her heart, and the sweat forming on her forehead.

She was pushing herself. She didn’t want to drive him away and lingered for him to take the initiative.

"You know what," he replied.

Isadora’s breath shuddered. "I don’t want this." She referred to her anxiety. It was killing her from the inside out.

Her fears were dictating her life now, and she didn’t want that. She wished she could just rip it out of her.

"Neither do I," he said through clenched teeth. "But I’ll not tolerate the idea of doing something against your will."

That was the last thing he would ever want, especially when it came to the intimacy between them. If he ever wanted to indulge in anything, it should be because it’s what her body wants and needs.

He never claimed to be a gentle lover, and he wasn’t, but her needs mattered to him more than anything. Their desires should be matched.

Kraven pushed off the wall, placing his hands against the door, and leaned down to her. "The next time I touch you, Isadora, it won’t be because you flinch from a scar, or because your scars beg for comfort I can’t give," he declared. "It’ll be because you let me and want me." ƒгeewёbnovel.com

"Kraven..."

But he didn’t let her finish. "When that day comes, I won’t touch you like a man. I’ll worship you like a god who learned how to beg."

Isadora inhaled sharply, taking in the intensity of his words as they branded upon her heart. She leaned closer, the heat of his breath flushing against her face, but he pulled away.

"Kraven..." she pleaded. She had no idea what she begged for or what she wanted.

They stayed there, staring at each other with many unsaid things hanging in the air.

Isadora swallowed thickly as she clenched her hands against his jacket and buried her face in his chest. When she finally looked up, he was gone.