Isadora kissed him passionately, taking the initiative and leaving Kraven at a momentary halt.
She nipped his bottom lip, his body tautening from the action. She sucked against the busted skin, hard. A groan shook his chest as a shudder shot through his spine.
The feeling of her naked body massed against his, her soft, smooth skin. It added more sensation throughout his body.
But just when he wanted to return the favor and kiss her helplessly until they stopped breathing, she hauled away, breathless and smirking.
Kraven blinked, trying to process what had just happened. Did she just lead him on only to pull away?
"That's not fair, darling," he said with a dangerous look in his eyes.
He couldn't tell if he wanted to choke her to death or hold her down and kiss that smug smirk off her pretty lips.
"I know…" she replied teasingly, her smirk broadening.
