Alpha's Cruel Addiction

Killorn hadn't made a move in the bathtub. Seeing how exhausted she was, he had simply massaged her from head to toe, making sure to undo the knots. Then, he washed her hair, lathered soap onto his sponge, and continued his gentle descent on her body. When she was relaxed and leaning upon him, her back connected to his chest, he'd lower his head and whisper reassurances to her.

Only then did Ophelia slowly begin to lower her guard. Eventually, she took the initiative to also clean him, her hands shaking when she did so. He held her gaze with desire dripping through the golden folds, but patiently guided her hands. 

"It will be alright," Killorn reassured her when her tremor worsened around his scar. She nodded and carefully worked the linen towel around his muscular body.

Once their bath was finished, Killorn helped her out of the waters and into his arms. He wrapped her in a towel, drying her down, and immediately, himself. Then, he lifted her, causing her to squeal and grab onto him. He carried her towards their enormous bed. 

"W-will you be g-gentle?" Ophelia stammered out just as Killorn lowered her onto the bed. Her heart was in her throat and all she could hear was blood rushing to her ears. She was beyond nervous and panicked, even though she knew how good it felt.

The bedsheets were freshly changed and smoothed. She could still feel the warmth of the morning sun upon the silky material. 

"I always try to…" Killorn bent his head for a kiss, but she slid her arm around his shoulders.

"B-because s-sometimes you are m-merciless, s-so I ask," Ophelia murmured.

"I will try harder, my sweet," Killorn promised.

Ophelia's racing heart calmed a bit. She leaned her head up and kissed him, capturing him by surprise. He was quick to reciprocate and angled her head so they were joint perfectly. Then, he licked her bottom lips and she was frozen with confusion. He dug his fingers into her hips, causing her to gasp, and he slid his tongue inside.

Ophelia stiffened at the foreign entry. Her grip tightened on his broad body, but he was gentle. His tongue probed her inner crevice, hot and wet, until she became undone. Only when she tapped his chest for mercy, did he pull away and begin to trail a heated kiss onto her exposed skin.

"My lovely Ophelia, how can you be so beautiful?" Killorn groaned whilst lavishing every inch of her body. "All I've been thinking about is you."

Ophelia's heart lurched at his words.

"Everytime you smile or look at someone that isn't me, I only want to make you mine even more," Killorn slowly began to part her legs, causing her to tremble. His voice came out like a soft and feral growl, his chest rumbling in vibrations that shot straight to her chest.

"O-oh but I don't m-mean to provoke you, I-I just…"

"I know." Killorn was always ready to abandon all rationality when it came to her. He couldn't picture having logic in his mind when he laid eyes upon her naked body.

"T-then…"

"I am just crazy for you, Ophelia. Call me cruel." 

His words caused a strange sensation from within her chest. Ophelia had never met a man like him, who was willing to own up to his own personality. When he gazed into her eyes, she felt a familiar ache awaken from down below. 

"I-I n-never can," Ophelia confessed just as he leaned in for a kiss.

Killorn paused briefly before he smiled, almost finding her words amusing. He captured her luscious lips, his tongue sliding through the folds, causing her to softly moan. Out of curiosity, her tongue sought for his, their tips gently meeting before he massaged it with his. She let out a shaky breath, his body weight pressing her onto the bed, but not enough to crush her.

He rested his weight upon an elbow, whereas his other hand caressed her jaw. When he pressed his hips against hers, she let out a trembled gasp, for his length and hardness throbbed upon her creamy skin. Suddenly, she rotated her waist, eliciting a low and rumbling groan deep from within his chest, vibrating across her body.

"Ophelia, just what are you doing to me?" he hoarsely whispered, pulling away from their languid kisses.

Ophelia's lashes fluttered in confusion, her amethyst gaze meeting his glowing yellow pupils. His stare resembled the flash of a predator's eyes amidst the bushes of midnight, watching, waiting for the slightest movement of their prey.

"W-was I not supposed to?" she shyly asked him.

Killorn sucked in a deep breath and then chuckled to himself. "There isn't a single thing you're not allowed to do with me, Ophelia."

Ophelia's heart skipped at his words. She stared at him with curiosity, as his hand lowered from her face and then, he ran them down the curve of her waist. She tensed, feeling her heart beat a tattoo in her chest whilst his fingertips dipped lower to her slick folds. She cried out, his thumb brushing on the orb that elicited another moan from her. 

Ophelia grabbed his upper arm in fear, whilst the other slid into his silky black hair. He paused and glanced at her, waiting for a protest, but it never came. 

"May I?" Killorn murmured.

May he what? Ophelia couldn't even fathom a man asking for permission before going down there. She didn't even think anyone would.

"P-please do," Ophelia mumbled. Immediately, her face tinged red in disbelief, going all the way to her scalp. But he didn't even seem to mind her tiny and panicked voice, for his handsome expression shifted.

"Then, relax, my sweet." His voice was languid and velvety, causing her mind to turn into mush. Then, he dipped his head, his mouth greedily licking upon the wet and sensitive spot, causing her eyes to snap open.

"O-oh…" she gasped out in disbelief, her hips rising off the bed distinctively. With his other hand, he pressed her stomach down, forcing her to submit to the pleasure. She squirmed as he kissed and licked, increasing his suction, his tongue sliding into her entrance, tasting, lapping, and consuming her nectar.

Ophelia struggled and tried to flee, but he refused. He kept her in place until she was a panting and whimpering mess, her legs trembling. By now, he wrapped both of his powerful hands around her limb, continuing his feast like a hungry man.

"N-no… n-not there," Ophelia managed to breathe out, for she could never give into the sensation he made her feel. 

Killorn never listened. He continued the pattern, but this thumb, insistently rubbed circles upon her clit, causing her to dig her feet into the mattress for an anchor. She closed her eyes, passion flaring inside of her core, his hot and wet mouth lapping at her as if he was licking a lollipop. 

"P-please…" Ophelia didn't even know what she was beginning for, but he clearly liked the sound of it.

With a growl rumbling deep within his chest, he sucked harder, as if eager to take everything from her. She squeezed her eyes shut, excitement shooting through her body. His muscular arms tightened around her legs that struggled to distract her from the pleasure, but he refused to let her flee from it. Sensing that she was near, he concentrated all of his attention on her clit. He repeatedly teased the spot with the tip of his tongue, until her fingers tightened on his hair, her legs quaking, and her breathing sharp and fast.

"Come in my mouth, Ophelia," he commanded.

The pleasure was too much for Ophelia. She felt the sudden urge to release, as heat building from within, as she throbbed and clenched below. Unable to compose herself, the ecstasy caused her lower spine to jut up, her fingers tightly grasping his hair.

Ophelia couldn't focus on anything else, but what his mischievous mouth did to her. He continued lapping at her, whilst capturing her clit into his mouth. He fully devoted himself to pleasuring her, her breasts every time she tried to breathe, but couldn't. From how intense this felt.

"O-oh m-my goodness," she pleaded. 

Suddenly, everything burst. She was coming—harder than she could ever remember. Her entire body tensed at the first wave that crashed over her, and the second caused her to tingle and shiver, her toes curling, and her limbs focused.

"K-Killorn!" she choked out, sobbing in pleasure, her entire body trembling as she tried to come down from the high. She sucked in fistfuls of air whilst trying to process how quickly he brought her to the edge.

"You did so well, my sweet." 

Through her tired lashes, Ophelia glanced down and saw the stunning man in between her legs. He rested his head upon her, his hair tickling at her burning skin. Not even the cool silky bed sheets could calm her nerves. 

Killorn stared into her eyes whilst pressing a tender kiss to her inner thighs. She pressed her lips together, just as he gently smirked on her skin. He gazed at her passionately, whilst she swallowed hard. 

"You're so fucking perfect, Ophelia."

Ophelia shakingly glanced at him in disbelief. He complimented her this sweetly after making her come that hard? 

"Let me kiss you, my lovely wife," Killorn muttered, leaning up for one. He gave a slight pause and she instantly nodded. Then, he met her mouth and she was shocked by how she tasted—like nothing and… thick water? He licked her lower lips, and this time, she understood what he wanted.

Ophelia slightly parted her mouth and he slid his tongue inside. He pivoted the motion until it was a passionate session that made her close her eyes. Soon, she felt his large body press her into the mattress. 

"You remember the words, don't you? Whenever you truly want me to stop, you'll say it," Killorn whispered, pulling back to let her breathe, but he continued to feverishly kiss wherever he could. He nibbled on her jaw, just as he heard the thump thump thump of her heart.

"Y-yes."

"Good girl."

Killorn captured her mouth again, causing her to moan into the kiss. Then, with his powerful palms, he parted her legs, and situated himself between it. Then, he rubbed his hardness upon her entrance and in a single motion, thrusted deep into her.