The Reaper's Wicked Obsession
Chapter 250: Overpowered

Chapter 250: Overpowered

In a heartbeat, Kraven leaned down and kissed her feverishly, his lips roaming hers like a man who had been starved for too long.

Isadora’s hand slid to his shoulder and clutched his tunic, forcing him off her.

Slap!

Kraven’s head turned the other way. Slowly, he faced his little bunny, and his eyes softened.

"Who are you?" Isadora questioned.

Kraven narrowed his eyes in confusion. "What—" He couldn’t finish, because Isadora tackled him to the bed.

Isadora had no idea where that strength came from and how she could easily flip him, but she had an icky feeling that he was purposely withholding his strength to give her any advantage.

Good. Right now, she wanted to overpower him.

"This is not the wake-up call I expected, but I can’t resist this." He amused, as a dashing grin spread over his lips, and his dimples carved into his cheeks. "I missed you, darling."

Just staring down at him now caused her heart to flip in more ways than one. If they didn’t stop beating at the sight of this devilishly beautiful man beneath her, she didn’t know what would.

Isadora gripped his collar and leaned down to him, her hair acting like a blanket.

"If you want to hit me, darling, then do it. I’ll take it all, anything for you."

"Why?" she countered. "Because you think you deserve it?"

"Yes."

His reply got her wondering if the Kraven she knew had been replaced with someone else.

However, this was the same twisted man but when it came to her, he became a phenomenon that far exceeded any of her expectations.

He was soft for her. Because even now, he wasn’t trying anything to overpower her, he let her have the reins to his entirety.

"I thought I would never see you again," Isadora began as the memory seized her. She leaned away and raised the hem of his tunic, her hands tracing the scar caused by Aric’s torture.

It was where the chain was buried in his gut, it left a grotesque scar. But Isadora wasn’t repulsed by it.

Chills found Kraven’s body, as her light touch both calmed and stirred the beast within him.

Unable to handle the desire building, he flipped her onto her back so that he was now in control.

Isadora gasped when her body met the bed, her legs spread apart as he settled between them.

Kraven shamelessly lowered himself down, and Isadora could feel a part of him that answered only to her.

Her teeth sank into her bottom lip, she eyed him like a meal she wanted to devour.

"You said something to me."

Kraven’s words stopped her from ogling him. She noted how perplexity took over his features.

"You said ’I love you’. Even though you knew I wouldn’t say it back."

Isadora smiled. "You do say it back to me."

Kraven tipped his head in question.

Isadora giggled, gripping his collar, and forced his lips down to hers.

This time it wasn’t one-sided. Both hungrily consumed each other like the end of the world was upon them.

Her arms wrapped around Kraven’s neck, pulling deeper until it turned bruising.

Kraven growled, clutched her chin, and forced her head back on the pillow.

A moan broke free as Kraven trailed hot kisses and licked down her neck.

"Yes," she murmured breathlessly, missing the feel of his lips, and her mind altered when his hot lips covered the mark he gave her.

He sucked deeply against it and Isadora was on the verge of a mind shattering release that quivered through her but it turned into something far more greater when Kraven’s hand brushed against her core.

She thrust her lower body up into them, her lips parting widely as Kraven brought her through a satisfying peak.

Her body needed its few seconds of ecstasy to take in the waves, but Kraven added more seconds when he wickedly shoved his fingers into her.

She screamed, not in pain but in deep awe. Kraven grunted at the constriction. He tried to drag more pleasurable sensations for her, but her tight insides got him impatient.

So he thrust more, increasing his speed until she welcomed him home. Kraven seized this opportunity as his fingers went knuckle deep.

Isadora came again, screaming, panting, and utterly breathless.

The cool breeze brushed against her core when Kraven spread her out like a meal laid out for him.

"I can’t wait to have the taste of you on my tongue," he amused. "But first, my cock needs your warmth. I can’t wait to worship you." He unzipped.

However, Isadora took him off guard when she flipped him, so that he was on the bed.

At first, his features were painted in shock, but all that was taken away when she lowered herself down to him without hesitation.

Isadora instantly regretted her decision because her insides were torn apart for him, and it became too much, so she attempted to retreat and collect herself.

But Kraven wasn’t having any of this, he snatched her waist and controlled the thrust.

"Kraven!" she panicked.

Kraven snickered, licking his lips, before a groan ripped out of him. Gods! He never knew her on top would be so... altering.

Isadora rasped through her unstable breath, her heart beating wildly in her chest, and the rest of the world spun.

She rode him, but he had all the control, and she couldn’t keep up. She made a promise to herself that she wouldn’t try this position again. It made Kraven feral!

Isadora placed her hands on his chest, and her breathing and moans were quick. Kraven groans mixed with hers until it was a resounding of untamed passions.

Isadora took her head back, her hair gliding back as the sensations rippled through her like a tide.

Her waist felt as if it would snap, and her insides felt like they would be torn apart by Kraven’s length. She could feel the pressure of it in her lower abdomen—frightened at the possibility of being torn apart.

Kraven took his head back as pleasure ravaged him, and his mind shut momentarily, going blank.

Isadora screamed his name when he got bigger, and for a minute there, she thought she would open apart, but that fear ceased when his warm seed smudged her insides.