The Reaper's Wicked Obsession-Chapter 220: Yearning

Kraven lowered his veil, leaning down to her face until they were mere inches apart.

"The last thing you want to do is lie to my face."

She gulped. "I don’t want to be a burden," she confessed.

"No one said you were, love."

She looked away, unable to hide the emotions drawn on her face. She felt his grip under her chin, forcing her to face him.

Their stare lingered, but Kraven was the first to crack the quiet challenge as his gaze lowered hotly on her lips.

They were slightly apart and seduced him far stronger than he anticipated.

The taste of her was still branded on his lips, but it was slowly losing its flavor. He wanted more. He wanted more taste, more bites, he just wanted to feel her.

His desire for her for the last two moons has grown strongly to the point that his thirst went into a complete stillness whenever he was around her.

All he could think about was the thought of having her under his touch.

"Kraven..." Isadora said softly, her grip tightening against the clothes she held, the pile induced a little space and kept their bodies from close contact.

"Don’t think I’ve forgotten about that kiss," he muttered huskily.

It might have been her lasso back to the land of the living, but it was torture for him. He can’t function properly after the feel of her soft lips against his.

"I shouldn’t have done that," Isadora mumbled. "I just wanted to make sure I wasn’t dead." She sank her teeth into her bottom lip.

Kraven’s teeth clenched hard. He leaned further until their noses touched.

Isadora’s heart thrashed heavily in her chest, on the verge of hopping off.

Her body tautened, and a sensation wrenched her lower abdomen, but she tried her best to muffle the venom working its way into her body, telling her that she was back in that Hive and that the person close to her wasn’t Kraven.

She focused on his warm breath giving light, feather-like feels on her face, as the heat between them inflated, robbing away the cold.

Her chest rose and fell heavily when Kraven moved his nose slightly against hers as if mulling over his next move.

This was unlike him. She’d always known him to take without a second thought, to ruin, to break, and her body had willingly welcomed his wickedness.

Yet there was something else about this moment that warmed her chest and compelled the butterflies to stir.

It was his thoughtful actions. Knowing he was going against his nature for her shushed the darkness plaguing her mind and pulling her away from reality.

Isadora flinched when she felt his lips touching hers, but he didn’t engage in a lock, just feeling the texture, gliding them to her cheeks.

Her eyes closed blissfully as his lips moved down to her chin. A sharp exhale fled her lips as his teeth grazed the skin there.

Kraven didn’t stop or linger anymore, trailing his lips down to her neck, feeling the area pulse from her thudding heartbeat and the few swallows she did.

His tongue swiped the spot, running from her collarbone all the way to her chin, in a clean lick.

Heat surged through her body, raising goosebumps along her skin, a sound nearly escaping her throat.

"Gods! I miss the taste of you," Kraven purred.

Her breath caught when his hand locked tightly around her neck. "You’ve no idea how much torment it had been," he growled.

"I-I need to change before s-someone comes," Isadora said, fingers digging into the clothes more.

The need to return his desire was greatly tempting. The feeling was there, faint, but her mind was too tangled to grasp it.

They were in a corridor where anyone could walk in and see them. That’s what she told herself to mask the truth: she was scared.

Scared that she couldn’t return his desires.

"Then change." He released her. novelbuddy.cσ๓

His words snapped her back to reality.

"I’m not taking my eyes off you."

’Dear gods, no!’

Isadora’s eyes searched quickly for a solution until they landed on a door. "I’ll do it there, it must be a storage room." She hurried toward it and opened the door, but Kraven placed his palm against the wood, stopping it from closing.

Before he could speak, she slammed the door right in his face.

Isadora released a sharp exhale, pressing her forehead against the wood, a sad expression morphing against her features.

She wanted him so badly, she wanted him to the point it felt like she would go insane, for an instant there, she thought she could do it.

Not wanting to linger further, she stepped away from the door, dropping the clothes on the rack. She reached for her hood, but the doors burst open.

She sighed. "I haven’t even—"

The intruder wasn’t Kraven but a Serpent.

"You there!" The soft yet stiff voice sounded feminine.

Isadora opened her mouth to speak, but she didn’t let her.

"You shouldn’t be on this floor. Do you realize there is punishment when you disobey that rule?"

"I—"

"Come with me, now!"

Isadora tensed, wavering, but this caused a glare from the female Serpent; her brown eyes screamed warning.

Isadora had a feeling that defying her was not an option. But she couldn’t leave with her either.

Separating from Kraven wasn’t part of the plan.

"You’d disobey direct orders from your Matron? It seems you’re new here. You need to be taught."

"Forgive me." Isadora forced her legs to walk, following behind the Serpent, her eyes lingering on the door.

’This is not good.’

"You still haven’t told me what you’re doing here on this floor?"

’Dear Alda!’ she panicked mentally. Her mind was rattling for anything to say.

"I—"

"Were you patrolling the bridges?"

"Y-Yes!"

"Never make the mistake of wandering, or the consequences will be severe. I’ve got to keep an eye on you from now on."