Kraven's arms were crossed against his broad chest, his fingers tapping lightly on his biceps.
A foul look morphed on his face, and his head stirred with many things that kept him on edge.
'She slammed the door in my face. I? The Reaper. The most terrifying warrior known,' he thought with a chuckle, but it was dark and soulless, like a self-mockery.
Frustration crawled down his spine, and he popped a hard muscle on his neck multiple times just to relieve some tension, but it did nothing to stem the pressure or the desire in his pants.
He could still taste her on his tongue, her delicate skin flavored with sweat and his favorite honeyed fragrance.
He made the mistake of tasting her because now he wanted to go on a rampage, peel the clothes off her body, and mark every inch of her until she forgot she was never in that Hive in the first place.
If only she would let him show her just how much she should fear his darkness and not others.
