The Reaper's Wicked Obsession-Chapter 129: Desire Becomes Surrender

The words hung in Isadora’s throat, her lips parted as she stared wide-eyed at the impossible.

What does he intend to do?

But seven gods! He was right! The sight of him kneeling... was pleasing. Knowing that such a powerful Fae would fall to his knees for her.

It shouldn’t spark a fire in her, but it did.

Kraven eyes descended, hungry orbs relishing in the view of her; pink, glistening. A snarl ripped from his throat, his body going rigid and his mind going blank for a split second.

"Every inch of you is perfection..." he purred, staring at the wonder before him. "Just look at you, love, spread divinely before me, and mine."

Her breath hitched at his words, the intensity of it almost caused her to fall off if not for his grip and hers against the glass.

His words were raw, true, and possessive.

"You’re already shaking, and I haven’t even started yet." He chuckled and the sound of it vibrated through her core.

Isadora felt opened, exposed under his gaze and hunger. She felt like melting, looking away as she squeezed her eyes shut in shame.

"Don’t you dare look away from me."

Isadora snapped her eyes open at his command, welcomed by his furious eyes but there was a burning passion in them.

"Watch me as I make you addicted, scream and beg... by the time I’m done you won’t even remember your own name... only mine." Each word was a promise that drilled into her head and she knew he meant every single one of them.

Her heartbeat spiked in anticipation, her cheeks tainting red more as she waited for this man to ruin her.

She wanted him to ruin her. It was a welcoming feeling she never thought she could have.

Would he leave her again after he was done?

The first touch of his mouth against her core snapped her out of her thoughts. A gasp escaped her, hands leaving the glass and burying them deep in his hair.

He didn’t pause to give a moment to adjust to this strange action, he was merciless, brutal, and unhinged.

Drinking her in as if she were ale. Devouring her like she was the last meal on earth.

And then he was slow and tortuous, dragging out a sensation out of her with every swipe of his tongue, playing a desired rhythm as he worked her body up for more responses.

He was deliberate and patient with every move like he wanted to test what her body responded to the most. He took his time, licking, biting if he had to.

His hand gripped firmly on her flesh until it felt like an imprint of his hand would be left there. And then he picked up the pace, his tongue swiping with calculated intent, followed by a thrust.

Isadora’s moans spilled into the air, it became too much to handle, too much for her poor heart to take.

And when he increased his action, she almost leaped off him, startled by the ferocity of his wicked tongue. But he only tightened his grip, holding her still, forcing her to take everything he gave.

And when she shattered for him, breaking through that pinnacle with a scream.

He didn’t stop.

He didn’t let her escape or forget who made her come undone, eager to burn that memory into her.

"I should keep you like this forever." he murmured, breathlessly, completely captivated by this sight of her.

She was a wonder to behold and not even the view of the horizon could rival it.

"Please I can’t—" Isadora swallowed a moan, her waist giving a weakening sensation and her body was on the verge of collapsing.

But Gods! The look in Kraven’s eyes, he didn’t look one bit done.

Her breath was almost knocked out of her when he thrusted two fingers into her. Her waist automatically moved on their own accord, burying his fingers more.

"Alda!" Kraven swore to the Allfather. He was completely destroyed by his little bunny who made him lose his mind. "No one else will ever deserve to see you like this. No one." he growled, locking his eyes in her core as his fingers worked too.

The mere thought of someone else seeing her like this, bare and vulnerable, exploded his mind in rage and his thrust became brutal.

"KRAVEN!"

"Yes love, say my name. Cry for me, beg for me, give me every desperate little sound, give me all of it!"

"Gods!" She moaned, feeling close to coming undone yet again.

"Not the gods, me!" He curled his fingers and lashed his lips against her, sucking deeply before biting at a sensitive area.

Isadora shut her eyes, overcome by the bliss of pain and pleasure. It exploded throughout her body like lightning.

An animalistic growl broke from Kraven. "Eyes on me, or I’ll stop!"

She snapped her eyes open just when the release hit her like a hurricane. His name filled her lips as she shattered against him.

Kraven grabbed her thighs in a bruising hold, suffocating himself in her essence, licking through every single thing he forced out of her body until there was none left.

The taste of her on his tongue burned like fire, the smell of her on his nose shut the rest of his senses.

As her body quivered beyond control, he rose to his full height, lifting her as her legs wrapped around his waist instinctively. Her untied boots slipping off.

Kraven led them away from the glass to the fur carpet spread out on the floor, laying her down, his body caging hers, the weight of his massive frame pressing into her like he wanted to mold himself into her.

A moment of space would not be tolerated.

His fingers dig into her waist, gripping the material like he wanted to rip it to shreds because it kept him from seeing her completely.

"Desire becomes surrender," he murmured, taking a deep whiff on her neck. "Yield yourself to me, Isadora."