The Reaper's Wicked Obsession
Chapter 251: Passionate Tremors

Chapter 251: Passionate Tremors

"Oh gods!" Isadora moaned loudly, the back of her head smacking the mirror, her nails digging into the wood.

She held on as best as she could, but when Kraven found a spot with his tongue, one of her hands shot out and gripped his hair for balance.

Kraven’s nails dug into her thighs, his tongue going deeper and exploring Isadora in more ways than one.

She came, faster and harder than ever, but his work wasn’t done yet.

He sucked, nibbled and broke a skin there, sucked again and finished up with his tongue until she couldn’t take anymore.

Isadora’s chest heaved. She rasped and tried to catch her breath, but she couldn’t because of the aftershocks going through her body.

He had been at this for an hour or more, and every taste got him more lethal and unhinged. She had a dreadful feeling he was making up for the lost times, and there was only more her body could take before breaking.

Kraven rose to his full height, grabbing Isadora closer, and smashed his lips against hers.

Isadora feverishly kissed him back, but her lips parted when his length penetrated her with a rough thrust, the connection swift and simple.

The contents on the dresser fell, and the mirror slanted to an angle. Isadora braced her hands on Kraven’s shoulders as he rammed into her.

"Kraven," she moaned breathlessly, taken over by his vigor and his desire to instill his passionate wrath upon her body.

"Yes, darling, take it all for me," He rasped, leaned down, and covered his mouth on her nipples, hungrily sucking like a starved man.

Isadora screamed through a release before her body gave out. But he clutched her tightly to his body, her legs wrapping around his muscular waist.

Her back slammed the wall, causing the frames to be knocked down, one came for her head, but Kraven shielded her away from it with his body.

Isadora giggled and kissed him hungrily; a breathless smile tugged on his too.

The chaotic sound of their passionate activities resounded around the house.

~♧~

Logi dropped the cards on the table, his attention pulled because of the occasional creaking sounds and crashes.

"They have been at this for hours," Logi said. "They will wreck that room beyond recognition."

"Hmm," The witch murmured, keeping her eyes on the card before making her play. "The passion is always scorching." She smirked, dropping the remaining pieces.

Logi studied his, taking his time before he made his move.

"I’ll only have an issue with Val Thrond if he breaks my daughter. He shouldn’t forget the fact that she can’t heal herself anymore," She clicked her tongue.

Logi cleared his throat, adjusting uncomfortably in his seat.

The Witch’s words proved to be right when the sound from upstairs got louder to the point that it sounded like tremors overtook the top floor.

’Gods! He’ll break her!’ Logi thought, with a shake of his head.

When a deafening sound of shattering glass followed by peak moans; Logi decided he had enough. "I think I’ll go out for some air, my ears are ruined."

Given the sharp hearing of a Fae, everything was as loud as day.

"Relax, I have a remedy for this. Let’s not spoil the game, I think I’m winning." With a snap of a finger, an unseen force bubbled around them and cancelled out the noise

Logi stared at her with a vexed look in his eyes. "You could have done this earlier and saved us the trouble of hearing all that. You have no idea how tainted my ears are right now. I love good shows, but I’m opposed to animals in heat."

It was just like the brothel, but this was far, much worse.

The witch shrugged. "I needed to discover something first, I was eavesdropping before it turned all steamy."

Logi narrowed his eyes in question. "Eavesdropping for what?"

"When Kraven finally man up and tells her the truth."

"What truth?"

She looked over her cards at him. "You know what, Logi."

"I don’t think he’ll ever admit it. He might never let Isadora know they’re mates."

"I’m counting on him telling her, or else I’ll have to take matters into my own hands." She brought the deck of cards close to her lips. "Their bond is necessary if they want to take on the Five Courts and free the world of their evil."

A lump formed in Logi’s throat. He had heard about the prophecy, and it gave answers to questions they had had their entire life.

He was even more shocked that Isadora played a bigger role. Their meeting and journey were all destined to get to this point.

Isadora wasn’t just Kraven’s mate; to label it as such was simply a mockery of the gods blessing. They were fated to be together. It was written in the stars.

"What’s coming is far greater than what you dealt with the Serpents. That was the stepping stone needed. I have a feeling something bad will happen," The Witch said as her eyes grew wistful.

There was a familiar sensation she couldn’t shake off.

"Only when Kraven tells Isadora the truth will I be able to teach her how to wield her light."

"But she can’t weave anymore. Courtesy of Aric."

The Witch smirked. "Time will tell."

"Hmm." Logi gave a slow nod.

The Witch was a mystery, and she never revealed her cards completely. Just like this game, they had been running in circles.

This was a first experience for Logi; he had always overpowered anyone when it came to games, yet it seemed he had met his match.

He can’t say he was pleased by it.

"I’m aware the Five Courts have searched for you for winters."

"Yes," she replied, placing her cards.

"Something tells me it wasn’t just about the Prophecy, was it?"

She smirked, her finger walking on the table, and reached for Logi’s. "Smart boy." She drew circles on top.

Chills found Logi’s body; he didn’t know why, but her sly nature caused alarming signals in his head.