The Reaper's Wicked Obsession-Chapter 131: Insanity

Kraven picked up the pace, thrusting into her like a madman, teeth gritted hard as her insides continued to squeeze him more, the same way it welcomed him for a swift move.

His eager pumps and desperate need to imprint himself within her. The maddening devotion of each unhinged movement wrecked her to the core.

Her body came alive in ways she couldn’t imagine, each jolt was a reminder she was still alive, and at the same time, it showed her how death would feel like.

Isadora’s breath grew ragged, the sensation from where they were connected was unlike anything she had ever felt. It caused a heavy shiver down her spine, sparks flying around in her head as he pumped beyond measure.

Her breath hitched when he grabbed her throat, her eyes flying open and gods the look in his eyes, it was insanity.

The sclera part of his eyes had blackened, and his silver orbs had a terror-stricken glow that promised nothing but ruin and death. The dark weaves leaking off his skin were the scent of death.

Isadora didn’t know what scared her more, the look in her eyes or the sudden bloodlust that hung in the air.

His thirst had set loose and the dagger wasn’t close. Isadora began to panic as his grip tightened around her throat until it became harder to breathe.

Yet, strangely she couldn’t feel the pressure of his hand, just his vigorous thrust that felt like it would rip her from the inside out.

A breathless moan broke from her, her head going backward in pure ecstasy, her chest heaving beyond control.

"I could break you right now." He mused as the thrill set root into his bloodstream at the mere thought of it. "I could snap your neck like a twig." He leaned closer in a heartbeat. "Tell me, Isadora, are you scared? Knowing right now you’d die the same way your body will break from pleasure?" ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm

She was scared of many many things at this moment. She didn’t know what to do. Beg for her life or scream for more.

But then he pulled out of her completely and slammed into her to the hilt, the same way black dots coated her vision. She came, harder and more unstable than she have ever had.

Her body shook vigorously trying to drive through the tremendous sensations that crumbled her. But he kept thrusting in a go, forcing her to that edge over and over again.

Kraven was on the verge of losing his goddamn mind, the rapid flow of his adrenalin, the blood pulsing hotly in his veins. The desire to give her the pleasure she deserves the same way he would watch her bleed beneath him.

Gods! He wanted both. To ruin her beyond control and reap her soul.

He growled at the thought, bringing his teeth to that same red spot he had left, and bit down to draw her blood.

His name flew from her lips as she came, again and again.

He was close too, very close. So he locked his waist again, giving hard pumps her small frame couldn’t handle.

Seven gods! He would break her. And he wanted to, and so to remind her who she had given her body to, who she had surrendered to.

"If you want me to stop, beg," he growled, slamming into her like a madman. "If you want more, beg."

There was no option for any of them, just his utter dominance on the verge of consuming her entirely.

"KRAVEN PLEA—" She couldn’t finish as she shattered again to the point of no return.

Kraven pulled out, stroking his length rapidly as he bathed her porcelain skin with the essence of him. He swore to the seven gods as his head shot back and lips parted in pure euphoria.

With one last heavy stroke, he finished.

Isadora’s breath quivered, her body trembling from an unknown cold. She turned her head to the side, hands gripping the fur like a lifeline.

Her body was a mess of sensations she couldn’t control and even a brush of wind made her jolt as she reached the edge multiple times.

Her heart thrashed rapidly, making her ribs pulse with every beat.

What was happening to her? It was like her body had broken and at the same time, it had experienced a wonder she couldn’t explain.

Suddenly she felt Kraven’s tongue lashing itself within her core. Her eyes flew open as they descended to the head moving between her legs.

’Gods no!’ she thought in panic but it was too late, he was already bringing toward another release as his tongue licked every inch of her.

Her waist lifted from the fur to suffocate him but he held her down with his hand pressed against her stomach.

Isadora’s eyes rolled to the back of her head as another mind-blowing sensation shot right through her, and everything blanked out momentarily.

"Did I introduce you to the seven gods yet?" He mused to her ears and pulled her back from the darkness. "I could tear you apart right now." He used his teeth to nib her ear. "I’ll eventually."

He leaned away, and gods! The sight of him stopped Isadora dead.

The sweat beaded his entire body, his damp hair sticking to his forehead. The sight of his defined muscles and abs, taunting beyond control, his scars, the runic tattoos.

This shouldn’t exist. He was an impossible creation of the gods. How could they create such a being capable of mass destruction and utter perfection?

It was far beyond anything she had ever seen. Her heart can’t take any more of this.

A widened smirk curled his lips, the insanity in his eyes blooming as he took her legs and threw them over his shoulders.

"I won’t stop until I’ve taken every inch of you, if I can’t have your life, then I’ll have your soul in ways you can’t imagine." His tongue licked through her thigh. "I’ll make you crave me until it drives you insane."