Alpha's Cruel Addiction

Ophelia could practically feel her insides stretching to meet his girth and length. Each time he slid out slowly, only to enter her quickly, her head began to spin. He always seemed to know the spot that made her squirm and gasp. But this time, she could barely release a noise.

Killorn continued to kiss her passionately, exploring the inner crevices of her mouth with his hot and slick tongue. Her eyelids fluttered shut, even though he kept his gaze peeled and waiting, watching her expression. He pulled away suddenly, just to enjoy her eyes popping open in shock. When her violet delights met his golden ones, he increased his speed.

"A-ah—w-wait!" Ophelia squeezed her gaze shut whilst gasping out in disbelief. He pulled away from her to grab ahold of her waist and watch the fluidness of her lithe body. She grasped her pillows whilst rolling her hips to meet his furious rhythm.

Sweat gathered on their bodies. Killorn pulled out and pushed in with the speed of a man eager to mark her as his property. With his freed hand, he lazily traced a pattern against the swell of her nipples, causing her to jump and moan. The pearl immediately hardened under his feather-light caress. He covered it immediately when he palmed her breast, enjoying the way it molded to him. 

When Killorn saw her flinch in pain, he softly squeezed her breasts and massaged them until her breathing quickened.

Then, Killorn bent down and kissed her again. Immediately, she weaved her arms across the plain of his muscular shoulders. He realized she loved to cling to him in relief, almost glad to have him across her body. 

"O-oh god!" Ophelia gasped out against his mouth, causing him to softly chuckle. The sound vibrated and went straight to her core. Her stomach tightened and flared, heat squishing down below. She could barely hear the sounds she made, for the sound of slapping skin filled the air.

Killorn thrust so greedily into her, the headboards rattled and jutted. She wouldn't be surprised if the entire hallway heard the insistent banging from their room.

"O-oh my g-god, I-I can't—"

"Am I your god now, Ophelia? Not your lord?" KIllorn teasingly asked, forcing her eyes to snap open in shock. Immediately, he smirked, and penetrated her deeper, causing her mouth to part and a tiny noise of protest.

"N-no, o-oh, ngh… n-not there!" 

Ah, he found exactly what he was looking for. Killorn continued to penetrate the exact area, whilst his hand cupped her round hips. With his thumb, he lazily traced a pattern against the swell of the curve. 

When her moistening eyes met his, so vulnerable and in pleasure, his jaws tightened, and his teeth clenched. No matter how many times he pulled out of her to hear the slickness of their juices mingling, or hear her beg and claw at him for relief, he could never get sick of it.

Ophelia was a drug and he was a willing victim. He'd take her again and again if it meant seeing her chest flushed like this, her hair sprawled, and her breasts bouncing from the intensity of his love. She clenched and unclenched around him, until she was gasping and attempting to escape from him.

"Come for me, Ophelia," Killorn growled, grabbing her chin and forcing her to look at him.

Ophelia could feel her mind begin to spin. He was so handsome, with his twisted features, cruelty, and desire in his gaze, his lips set into a firm line. She trembled and tried to shake her head, but his grip tightened on her jaw. 

"B-but I-I just—!" Ophelia couldn't even finish her sentence. He was primal and greedy to breed her, whether it was for an heir, or just for the sake of it, she couldn't keep track. 

"Look at me, my sweet, look at what you do to me." 

Ophelia could barely open her eyes. She felt her lips twitch. It was unnerving to even look into his gaze, for the intimate gesture made her heart shift and her stomach tightened. Desire dripped from the ichor of his pupils, burning like molten gold, his lashes dark, and his brows perfect. His skin was tanned and his hair coaxed with moisture from the initial bath, causing them to form loose tendrils like an ocean god stepping out of his domain.

"Fuck," he cursed, followed by many more. "You're so beautiful, Ophelia. You're all mine, my sweet—all of you. Especially this part down here."

Killorn suddenly penetrated her harsher. She cried out at his sudden possession, only for him to slow down to the perfect tempo. By now, her lips were trembling, and she didn't know she was crying until she tasted saltiness. She couldn't help it, the emotions of their joint body were too intense.

Then, Killorn roughly kissed her, causing her hands to grab the blankets. She gripped the materials tightly, attempting to use them to distract herself.

"I think the fuck not," Killorn hissed, snatching her fingers and entwining them with his. It was one more joint limb, but it could never be enough for this insatiable man.

"N-no, p-please…" Ophelia gasped out against his mouth, for she'd need something to hold onto to distract herself. She squeezed his fingers, but he didn't even seem to mind.

"Hold onto me, Ophelia, share your burdens with me. Nothing else." 

Killorn was insistent. He dipped his head and eagerly kissed her shoulders. She felt a familiar ache stab her from within, just as he groaned low and guttural from his chest. 

"You feel like heaven, I can never get enough of you, my lovely wife." Killorn rested his head against the crook of her neck in defeat, as he spent his energy penetrating in and out of her. 

Ophelia swallowed hard. She felt her abdomen tense, her insides tightening, and a thrill of adrenaline began to build from within. Her hardened nipples rubbed upon the muscular hardness of his chest. He moaned and grounded his hips a little faster, until she wrapped her legs around her waist. He hissed in pleasure, her ankles locking him in as he pushed himself against her eagerly.

"K-Killorn, I-I t-think I'm going to…" Ophelia squeezed her eyes shut, unable to finish.

A jolt of electricity ran through her entire body, her mouth parting, and she became undone. Feeling that she was about to come, he continued his motion. He didn't slow down. He didn't change pace. He only penetrated her harder, at the same spot that made her jolt. Again and again, he continued rolling his hips upon hers.

Then, Ophelia whimpered, her entire body taut as a rock. He kept his pace until a low growl rumbled from his chest. She squeezed their joint hands, until an earth-shattering orgasm formed.

"Killorn!" she begged, again and again, his names leaving her mouth in endless waves. Goosebumps peppered her skin, as every strand of her hair began to stand, and a chill caused her to shudder from head to toe.

Killorn was right there with her. He slowed down for her, letting her relish in the pulse and throbbing of her entrance. She was so wet and slick for him, that he couldn't wait to continue the motion all night long. When he was certain that she was slowly coming from the high, he began to roll his hips.

"A-ah! N-no, I-I d-don't think I can d-do it again!" Ophelia gasped out, one of her hands meaning to wedge free from him. She dug her nails into his shoulders, scrapping upon the skin without meaning to. 

"A little bit more, my sweet," Killorn gently coaxed. He pressed his mouth to the side of her head.

Ophelia could feel her heart in her chest. She couldn't even describe the emotions he made her feel, but she continued. This time, she tried to meet his pace. She groaned and moaned, unable to control herself any longer. 

Ophelia didn't care if she came off as a wanton woman, moving her hips to meet his furious thrust, or repeating his name again and again.

Killorn was quickly picking up pace. He devoted his full attention to her, whilst kissing her neck, nibbling her skin until there were marks left behind. 

Ophelia felt like she was on a cloud of pleasure, her eyes rolled back, knowing her skin would be red and spotted from his affection. She couldn't comprehend anything by now, even when he turned her over to her stomach.

"K-Killorn…"

"Shhhh, I'm here, it will be alright, my sweet," Killorn whispered into her ears whilst sliding a pillow under her belly. Then, he pulled out, and dove in deeper. 

Ophelia sobbed, but he embraced her right from behind. The only part of her that he let move from their pressed bodies was to maintain the furious pace of his sheath.

"You're so ravishing, my lovely wife," Killorn groaned. 

Killorn hugged her tightly, kissing and relishing her exposed neck. Only when she squirmed for relief and mercy did he try to slow down. But by then, he had already lost control. She was too intoxicating, her hair smelling of their initial bath, and her moans ever so sweet. Soon, his hips buckled, just as her insides grasped his tightly.

"O-oh…" 

Ophelia gasped, her face slightly pressed into the pillow, but it didn't even muffle her frequent panting. Soon, she felt her essences begin to gather. A pool of warmth rested in between her thighs until a furious growl emanated from within his body. 

Ophelia flinched at the harsh vibrations, but she too, was coming. She was coming harder than ever, especially with the thought of doing it together with him. Without missing a single beat, he continued his advancement with a sharp exhale.

"A-ah, n-ngh!" Ophelia felt the familiar sensation from earlier, one that soaked her. She could feel herself opening and closing around him, until heat shot through her feminine canals, her entire body tensing. She loudly gasped whilst trembling quickly.

Killorn let out the loudest string of curses just as his hips bucked and he unloaded his seed. He grunted, just as she whimpered, her entire body trembling whilst electricity jolted through every cell from within her. Eventually, her limbs went slack and she was unable to even utter a single sound.

"You're doing so well," Killorn muttered, pressing a kiss to the side of her head as she went limp in his arms. 

Killorn hummed with approval, his grip loosening momentarily. Gently, his body fell right beside her, their bodies still joined from his length. He hugged her to his chest, his face buried into her shoulders.

"Ophelia?" he whispered, unable to see her face, but knowing she was awake.

"Y-yes…?" she responded, her voice thick with exhaustion.

"Once more?" he teased.

"K-Killorn," she protested.

Killorn smiled at her innocent voice. Her skin was slippery with sweat, but he still scooted closer. Suddenly, she turned and buried her face into his chest. 

Killorn swore he felt every fiber of his body tense in disbelief. He was momentarily shell-shocked at the thought of her embrace. Immediately, he hugged her tightly, his chin rested on the crown of her head.

They remained in this position, lost in thought, and not uttering a single word. A soft silence filled the room, occasionally broken by the howl of the wind outside. Soon, sleep took over her, his grip tightening across her body. Eventually, he closed his eyes, knowing she was safe and sound with him.