Kraven's eyes descended on her wet face drenched in ale and tears, eyes slightly red and her hair dismantled.
He couldn't get enough of her. The strong desire to break her beyond recognition and put her back together. He wanted to drive her insane, her body, mind, and every inch of her.
Rage burned through Isadora, mustering up enough strength she elbowed him in the face.
She seized that momentary distraction and pushed his body, causing the bed to creak from his weight.
Isadora saddled him ignoring the sharp pain from her ass. Her chest heaved as she glared daggers at him, the urge to claw at his handsome face was greatly tempting especially when she would tear through that smirk on his lips.
The look in his eyes donned with immersed adoration tugged at her heart. How dare he look at her like that? Like she was the only thing that mattered.
"Is it time for my own torture, darling?"
She punched him in the face.