For a split second, Kraven didn't return the kiss. He was stunned by her boldness to do something like this.
He didn't know if he wanted to pull away from her or just strangle her to death. But Gods! The blissful feel of her lips on his, the eagerness, the need—was like a beacon to many unwanted things.
Things he did not want because he knew how driven he would become, to consume and ruin her.
Isadora had hoped he would kiss her back but he didn't, her mind already scolding her that she had made a mistake. She began to pull away, chest tightening from a foreign pain.
But then… Kraven snapped, a growl ripping from his throat, a bruising grip on her waist followed, a move so quick and violent that she wasn't in control anymore.
Her back slammed against the glass again, harder than the first time. His fingers dug into her hips, pressing his body against hers as if he wanted to merge their bodies as one for eternity.
