Isadora inhaled sharply when Kraven suddenly closed the distance between them. She responded by going backward until her back met the wooden column.
Eyeing the wood that had trapped her, she brought her gaze back to the terrifying Fae with a presence identical to the god of death.
His face was just inches away from hers. This closeness suddenly created a strong sense of deja vu. Last night bloomed in her mind and desire drowned her gaze.
Would he touch her like that again?
The mere thought of it caused her pulse to race, and her chest heaving profusely. It still hurts, would he make it hurt more?
She blushed. She wasn't sure she could take it. Would he not make it hurt then?
Kraven's teeth clenched, the vein under his jaw bulging. He didn't need a third eye to tell him her thoughts because her big ambers vividly showed everything.
His little bunny was having sinful thoughts, and the need to erase them and replace them with things she least expected.
