Isadora yelped when he flipped her like she weighed nothing, pulling the tunic she wore to pile at her wrist, using it to bind them.
"All you have to do is scream for me."
"Kraven, we should—" She couldn't finish because she felt his tongue right down her spine, dragging from top to bottom.
Her entire body shivered in a ghostly cold. The last thing she wanted was to engage intimately when Kraven wasn't sane. But when has he ever been sane?
Her back arched when she felt his tongue again, jerking when his teeth followed. His bite was nothing soft or gentle. He nibbled like he wanted to break skin.
Isadora hissed when she felt his wet mouth sucking against the sore area. The mix of pain and pleasure was like a boundary she wasn't sure she should cross.
Every time, he always had a way of making her crave the impossible. She was eagerly waiting for his bite.
Isadora angled herself properly until her hips were seated on Kraven's bulge.
