Alpha's Cruel Addiction

If home was not a place, but a destination, he would be a place of solitude for her. Killorn helped dry Ophelia from the bath. Wind howled outside of the walls, snow beginning their descendant, washing white over blood. As a storm began to rage upon Mavez Dukedom, nothing could match the fierceness of the master bedroom.

Wooden logs burned into charcoal, sliding and falling against the flames, evoking embers in the air. Killorn bent and kissed his wife, his lips tender on her forehead. Through her shaky breath, she savored the moment. It was skin upon skin, her back on the mattress, and his powerful body on top of hers. She was completely and utterly dominated by this man, but somehow, felt no terror.

"If you want to stop, you must tell me. At any time. At any moment, you will tell me." Killorn slid his large hand down the outlines of her lithe skin. She groaned, his fingers long and hot. Soon, he was parting her thighs, his thumb pressing into her sensitive skin.

Ophelia could feel her heart pounding in her chest. Through fluttering lashes, she watched with thick-hooded eyes. He stared deep upon her gaze, before descending his head. "A-ah—!" Ophelia cried as his tongue met her sensitive area. She whimpered, but was unable to look away from the passion of his sterling eyes. His mouth was wet and warm, feasting upon her entrance until she forgot if it was her juices or his saliva down there. Under the heat of her pooling stomach, everything felt the same—pleasure. Ophelia's brows twitched as she closed her eyes. He lapped upon her entrance, just as he brought a thumb upon a pearl. She yelped, her hips arching off the bed, but he was relentless.

"W-wait, I-I have never—" Ophelia choked down her words as he slid two fingers inside of her begging entrance. He was relentless, his hand moving in and out of her at a steady pace. Each time he pulled out, she felt her own slickness and could only gasp from the pleasure.

Through her tear-filled eyes, she saw the fire in the hearth glow. His eyes were the color of the sun with flecks of gold. He was in complete control. He was watching her. Ophelia shook her head, but he relented.

Killorn fondled her insides with his forefinger and middle one. His thumb coaxed her sensitive bud whilst he towered over her. He watched, as her pale skin began to turn red. Her chests were rising with each unexpected pant. Then, he bent and captured her breast with his mouth. He twirled his tongue upon a nipple, then, moved onto the other one, sucking and nipping.

"T-this doesn't… o-oh, I d-don't know," Ophelia was beginning to speak gibberish. "You remember our safe word to stop if you truly mean it, don't you?" Killorn asked whilst relishing the sight of her being pleasured. Her lips were parted, her eyes tender, and her skin beginning to flush red.

"Y-yes," Ophelia stammered with her heart against her ribcage. "P-pickle and t-to pinch you i-if my mouth is full."

"Good girl," Killorn muttered. Her thoughts mashed into one, until she was unable to think straight. All she could concentrate on was his sharp features, how blindly handsome he was, and his expert hands. He was bringing her to madness. She was willing to drop onto her back any day and anywhere for this man.

"M-my lord!" Ophelia choked out, just as she sharply exhaled.

Her hot and sticky insides tightened around his hand. She felt her inner thighs twitch, her legs trembling, and her hair stick to her forehead. Through a shaky gaze, she realized she had climaxed upon him yet again.

Killorn let out a cruel and dark laughter. He brought his hands to his mouth. Her face burned red when he licked at her juices. Then, he dove his head and began to lick at her entrance.

"W-wait, i-it's dirty!" Ophelia begged him, but he was insatiable. He licked and sucked at the fruit of his labor. She writhed in pleasure on the bed, for she was still sensitive from the intensity of her release.

Ophelia attempted to wriggle her hips away. Sensing it, his muscular arms immediately pressed her stomach down, whilst another grasped her legs tightly. She gasped, her eyes widening, as she felt him suck and lick his way into another one. She attempted to escape for the intensity of the pleasure, but was unable to.

That was how good he was at holding her in place. He had her exactly where he wanted him. Ophelia cried out as she clawed on the blanket. She attempted to crawl up on the bed, but he immediately yanked her back against his mouth. Ophelia begged and groaned, feeling like a crazed woman. The fire was burning far too intensely in her lower stomach. She couldn't think straight, except for the aches down there. She felt it dull at first, but now, it was fully bothering her.

"Come in my mouth, Ophelia."

Ophelia whimpered at his brazen words. But she was unable to deny him. Panting for air, she could squeeze her eyes. By now, her fingers hurt from clutching the pillow tightly. She wanted to flee, for it was the body's natural response to over indulgence of something.

"Now," Killorn growled, the action sending vibrations through her entrance.

Ophelia saw stars. "My lord!" Ophelia sobbed out, just as she felt another release. And this time, he readily lapped it up. She collapsed onto the bed in sheer exhaustion with erratic breathing.

Ophelia thought that was the end of it. She buried her face into the pillow and tried to calm her racing heart. She was unable to see, unable to know just how bright his gaze burned for her, and the thirst clawing at his chest. That is, until she felt him begin to separate her legs again.

Ophelia felt something hot slide down her thighs. She prayed it wasn't herself, but knew it was. Before she could even process anything, before her rationality returned, he slid inside of her.

"M-my—"

"Call me that again and I'll fuck you nonstop for the entire week."

Ophelia was paralyzed by his promise. She knew it was not a threat. God, this man meant every word he said. Suddenly, he thrusted inside, his full length and all. She screamed at the unexpected intrusion that filled her to the brim.

Ophelia struggled, but he pinned her down. He yanked the pillow off of her face and violently threw it off the bed. She flinched when his expression suddenly invaded her vision. He cupped her face with the same hands that fingered her.

"Do you hear me, Ophelia?" Killorn murmured, his voice thick and hot. She shakily glanced at him, her protest stuck in her throat. He was breathtaking.

Killorn was more handsome than the eyes could process. There were not enough words in the world to describe his magnificence. Overcome with emotions, her chest rising, and her heart at her throat, she slid her arm across his neck.

"Ophelia?"

Killorn was momentarily awestruck. Her lavender eyes glistened like amethyst. Nothing in the world would do her beauty justice. With her lovely hair sprawled underneath her, his mind blanked, and he bent his head in defeat—she disarmed him.

"Kiss me," Ophelia whispered.

And that was exactly what he did. Killorn crashed his mouth upon hers.