The Reaper's Wicked Obsession
Chapter 259: The Mating Ritual (2)

Chapter 259: The Mating Ritual (2)

Isadora kissed and bit, detailing everything until Kraven’s chest heaved.

Shivers overtook Kraven’s body, his mind doused in utter bliss with every kiss and taste. She was taking her time, and Kraven didn’t know how long he would last.

He wanted so badly to move and dominate her right back, but her golden weaves burned and amplified the passion between them.

A deep rumbling growl vibrating deep in Kraven’s chest, his head going back as her lips covered his nipple and bit hard enough to draw blood.

"Gods! Darling! Are you taking revenge on me?" he asked with a smile. "Look, I know it hurts, but don’t—" He groaned when she repeated the action. "Fuck!"

The sound of his zippers opening caused his eyes to flash open, and when he looked, his heart momentarily stopped.

The sight of her holding onto his length with her cheeks pressed against the harden skin was mindblowing and it only spike his fantasy because her body still glowed and she looked like a fucking goddess.

A goddess was about to eat him alive. May the gods have mercy on his soul.

’If she bites, it will hurt,’ he thought, recalling what she did back at the brothel. It didn’t hurt then because of his inability to feel pain, but something tells him this won’t be just about pleasure.

Kraven’s chest heaved when she lowered her mouth. Given the size of her mouth, the gods knew this should be impossible, but it was becoming more of a dream than a reality.

She took all of him. Struggling, but she did it and took him just halfway through.

The hotness of her mouth felt like he was under the heat of a burning sun. Goosebumps rose on his skin, and sweat beaded his entire body.

Kraven found it difficult to breathe or utter any word aside from helpless groans.

Her hands worked him too, delicate and pure, but there was something raw about the way the tip of her tongue would occasionally taste him.

It seemed familiar.

And then it hit him to the point of awe. Isadora was pleasing him just as he had pleased her. The way he worshipped her body and teased her.

She was doing the same thing, only that in this moment the tables were turned and she was doing far better than he thought.

Gods! She was incredible, and words couldn’t describe how he felt right now. It’s like having a feeling of the highest ecstasy, only to be entrapped in that moment.

Kraven growled when she deep-throated him, and that was all it took for him to come undone.

He called her name as he came, and she didn’t halt either; she took all of him until his length sagged just a little bit.

Yet Isadora held onto it, pressing kisses from the top to the bottom, and Kraven came undone again.

Kraven watched with a wild look in his eyes as she licked through every spill while maintaining eye contact.

In the blink of an eye, he snapped, breaking his bonds and hoist, but her golden weaves pulsed and pinned him right back.

This time they were tighter than it was the last time until it was cut on his wrist.

Kraven snarled, eyes becoming hollowed as she saddled him. He paused, staring at the beauty on top of him, her hand sliding from her neck down to her breast.

Whatever she was feeling set her body on fire, and that even her touch ignited Kraven’s deep, dark desire. She was touching herself.

"Watch, my darkling. What you own. What’s yours." She cupped her breasts, they were fuller because of the nutrition she had had in the last few days, on a full swing. Plump and appetizing to the point, Kraven’s mouth watered.

Kraven wanted to reach for them and touch, squeeze, and bite, but he was restricted; all he could do was watch.

Isadora’s chest pitched, the heat got too much, and her body did inexplicable things she couldn’t explain.

This heat was in sync with Kraven’s, and the seven gods knew what he could have done if she hadn’t restrained him. She didn’t want to find out, not yet.

Isadora wanted to show him properly what her body felt for him and what he owned just as he had shown her.

Kraven watched, feral, intoxicated, and silent as her hand moved between her legs, her knees locking together and her hand buried as she worked herself toward pleasure.

She rasped, moaned, and whimpered on top of him, locking her heated gaze on his. Her lips parted, body was drenched in sweat.

She placed her hand on his chest, bracing herself as she got close. Her desperate moans were Kraven’s finest tunes, and the way she held his gaze, pleading as if he touched her.

What did she want? Kraven knew what, and he didn’t need to say the word because his wish was met; she came. Squirming against him as the waves hit her in delightful chills.

Isadora leaned down to him, a finger hovering on his lips until she forced them inside his mouth.

Kraven’s tongue swayed through her delicate fingers, eyes closed in bliss, but as if that wasn’t enough for him, she lifted her hips and lowered herself down on him.

Kraven grunted as he pulled forcibly on the weaves, His hips raising to make her go deeper.

A loud moan broke from Isadora, straightening her back, her chin lifting, her hands undoing the button, and she took off the gown like you would do a jacket and flung it somewhere.

Kraven’s hollowed eyes were blessed; the display was too much for him, and even more because he wanted control.

He wanted to take her hard and fast until she forgot her own name. He wanted her to be feral.

But she did nothing of the sort, almost like she was showing him something new, and on cue, she spoke in a husky, seductive voice.

"This is making love, my darkling. This is how I’ll show how much you mean to me. Hate it, curse at me for taking control, just lie there and watch me, knowing there is nothing you can do about it."

Isadora went slow, thrusting up and down in a maintained rhythm, tugging more on Kraven’s nerves, and just as she had said, all he could do was watch.

He felt it all to the last pulse, the way her hips rotated sensually, the way she felt herself more, the way her hand slid on his chest beaded in sweat, her soft moans. It was magical.

Kraven didn’t want it to end. He never wanted it to end. She was magnificent.

Isadora leaned down to him, pressing her lips against his. Taking his lips as if to imprint every inch of her mouth with his own.

Kraven’s hollowed eyes retreated, revealing his eyes closed blissfully as he kissed her back at the same slow pace. The dance of their lips in every beat, every turn, and placement just as she worked his length.

It was nothing Kraven had ever wanted, yet everything he could ever need.

A burn found his chest, heavy yet light, his heart was no longer his, and not whole; a part of it belonged to her.

The white rose petals twirled around them, carried by an unseen force. The bell tingles got louder and louder, until, like a snap of a finger, it ceased.

Kraven tugged sharply, and in one swift move, he broke the weaves holding him in place. He sat, his hand gliding from her hips to her ribcage.

Darling. Kraven said through the bond.

Isadora gasped for a minute, mentally, she wasn’t there, but within his head, and there was a presence.

Unlike before, the time her weaves tried to ease his mind and it grew hostile and attacked her. But now, it was nothing like that.

It just stared right back at her.

It looked like Kraven, but it wasn’t, hair so dark it repelled the light, and his eyes were the most beautiful blue she had ever seen.

"Who are you?" Isadora asked, even though she knew, but she had a feeling that the question was needed.

She strongly felt that this entity wasn’t just madness.

"I’m Kraven," he replied. "At least what he used to be."

"Before he died," Isadora murmured. "You’re him before he came back from the dead."

Isadora stepped closer, suddenly having the urge to do so.

The entity tensed and took a step back, but that didn’t stop Isadora from advancing until she stood before him.

She stood on her tiptoes and caressed his cheek with one hand. He was cold under her touch, but she didn’t care, giving him a soft smile. "You’re not alone anymore."

"I can see that," he replied.

Isadora’s hand slid down and braced on his chest. "Kraven is mine now, his madness is mine, too."

A grin spread unnaturally on his lips, his eyes turned hollow, and his head tipped. Giving a look that bore nothing good.