Isadora swallowed a thick lump in her throat, forcing down the words she wanted to say.
No amount of words could describe how she felt or turn this situation around. She had broken the chain keeping him at bay, and she did it willingly. But she was frightened of finishing what she started.
Kraven stalked toward her in slow, lethal steps, a feral look in his eyes that torched heat to her skin.
Her nerves spun out of control until it felt like she would melt into a puddle. She couldn't even begin to describe the crisis happening between her legs.
He stopped in front of her, lingering and not reaching out but his presence had already altered Isadora in ways she couldn't explain.
The shadow from his massive frame shrouded her entirely, offering a sense of his darkness enclosing her in his abyss.
Isadora's breathing hitched when he suddenly clutched her hips, pinning his fingers into them until she felt his nails grazing her flesh beneath her leathers.
