The Reaper's Wicked Obsession-Chapter 227: You Can Survive Anything, Even Me

Isadora swallowed a thick lump in her throat, forcing down the words she wanted to say.

No amount of words could describe how she felt or turn this situation around. She had broken the chain keeping him at bay, and she did it willingly. But she was frightened of finishing what she started.

Kraven stalked toward her in slow, lethal steps, a feral look in his eyes that torched heat to her skin.

Her nerves spun out of control until it felt like she would melt into a puddle. She couldn’t even begin to describe the crisis happening between her legs.

He stopped in front of her, lingering and not reaching out but his presence had already altered Isadora in ways she couldn’t explain.

The shadow from his massive frame shrouded her entirely, offering a sense of his darkness enclosing her in his abyss.

Isadora’s breathing hitched when he suddenly clutched her hips, pinning his fingers into them until she felt his nails grazing her flesh beneath her leathers.

Kraven picked her up effortlessly, her legs instinctively wrapping around him. Their bodies crammed tightly together.

She could feel all of him.

But her mind was disassociating again, leaving reality and racing back to that Hive. She didn’t want to, but she had no control over it.

Her breathing pitched as her amber dimmed of light, even so, she squeezed her eyes shut and buried her face in his neck, knowing only his presence could erase the demons coming for her.

She took a deep whiff of his spicy cinnamon scent, allowing it to take over her senses and guide her back into the present.

Kraven stilled. His mind was trying to register what was unfolding before his eyes.

She didn’t pull away as he had hoped. She held onto him like the feel of him was the only thing keeping her tethered.

He couldn’t explain how it made him feel—only that it was as if he had destroyed part of her demons, and now she stayed with him so he could destroy the rest. freewebnσvel.cѳm

"Darling," Kraven said, parting away so that he could see her face. His teeth clenched upon seeing the tears in her eyes.

How dare those memories make his little bunny cry? Consume her thoughts and pull her away from him?

"What can I do to remind you where you belong?"

Her lips parted, but the words wouldn’t form, her eyes trembling.

"What we share shouldn’t be tainted by distant thoughts. I won’t allow it."

"Kraven I—"

"Shhh..." He hushed her, leaning in closer until their forehead touched. "Even if it takes a lifetime, I’ll erase it. Every single demon and make them mine. I’ll make sure you survive every damn thing—even if I have to become something worse than your past to do it."

Her lips trembled as his words stirred the depths of her mind.

"You’re a fucking survivor, my little bunny. Because you can survive anything, even me." He leaned in slowly, and his lips brushed hers softly.

It was nothing like the hunger he usually displayed. It wasn’t a claim or a demand. It was just a moment of reverence.

A kiss that asked for nothing... and somehow meant everything his chaotic self couldn’t portray.

The sparks flew at the connection, making their pulse race and hearts ramming loudly within their chest

Isadora was bewildered, her mind having no time to process this unusual side of Kraven. But she welcomed it with open arms, blissfully lost in his sensual engagement that set her body on fire.

Kraven took it slow, feeling every move of her soft lip against his. His taste of divinity he wouldn’t replace for anything.

He would kill for this touch of utopia, and he would fall to his knees if it meant stealing one kiss from his obsession.

His teeth grazed her bottom lip, not hard or brutal. It was a tease, but it wasn’t harmless either.

Isadora remained still, eyes closed, and he used that initiative to dive in further.

He took his time, concealing his mouth with hers, his tongue tracing along hers, skimming the edges of her teeth. Their moments synced, and he angled his head to deepen the kiss.

A powerful chill found Isadora’s head, it seized so hard that for a minute her brain didn’t function, and all nerves shut still.

However, it sprang back alive again the moment she felt his teeth sink into her neck. Her lips parted in a silent gasp, the shock of it too much for her body to bear.

Her nails dug into his shoulder until it felt like they would split.

Kraven didn’t halt, he didn’t waver until his canines cut through all layers of her skin, and his mouth tasted a large amount of her blood.

"Kraven!" She gasped.

He drank through the crimson flavor and licked every spill until there was nothing left.

Isadora shuddered deeply as he began to suck at the tender spot. The pain pulsed through her, sharp and consuming, she had no doubt the bite would leave a mark.

A rush of heat swept through her, and with it came a fierce, unexpected urge to mark him in return.

Isadora didn’t think twice as she bit down on his neck.

"Fuck!" Kraven rasped, sinking his teeth into his bottom lip.

Isadora felt like her teeth would fall apart before she got the chance to break his skin, but she was determined and didn’t stop until she tasted him and imprinted her mark.

She pulled away, trying to catch her breath. Kraven mirrored her action, both staring at each other like wild animals before a feast.

Kraven growled, smashing his bloodied lips against hers. It was passionate, both not subjected to the invisible force that tried to pull them apart.

Their desires for each other bore stronger than any force.

Isadora wasn’t imprisoned by the memories any longer, and Kraven found an ease to his rage knowing there was a mark upon her skin that would forever remind her of what demon that plagued her life.