Alpha's Cruel Addiction

Chapter 49 A Long Night [1]



Killorn carried Ophelia up the stairs and into their bedroom. Now that they had moved beyond what was causing her concern, he intended to fulfill her request for a kiss earlier.

Ophelia could feel her heart skip with anticipation. She swallowed. With each step, they approached their bedroom. By now, her heart was threatening to jump out of her chest. She couldn't hear anything beyond blood pumping into her ears.

The hallways were well-lit with chandeliers, but when they made it to their room, the fireplace was ablaze. The flame was no match for Killorn whose simmering rage could've snuffed out the fire.

"A-are we n-not just going to kiss?" Ophelia asked in a timid mumble.

"Do you want just a kiss?" Killorn returned her question. "Or something else, my sweet?"

Ophelia naively blinked. Something else too. The words were on her tongue and she turned red instantly. He picked up on her thought process like second nature. What was the dead give away? The fact that she blushed all the way to her scalp?

Killorn cupped her waist and pulled her closer from it. "Tell me you aren't sore, my lovely wife."

"I-I..." Ophelia gulped, her cheek stained with color.

When Ophelia raised her head to look at him, her breath was stuck in her cheeks. Black eyes, dark hair, chiseled jaw, he was the epitome of a tragic lover. He was watching her with a keen gaze that swept across her anxious features.

"If I must massage your insides with my fingers, I will." Killorn swung the doors open and kicked it shut behind him. He pulled his wife towards the bed, where she shakily took a seat.

Such an obedient little thing she was. Ophelia peered helplessly up at him. He curled a hand under her chin. His touch was tender, but his voice was deep and promising. Her lashes fluttered. He observed her intently, his gaze  heated like flickering candle flames.

At his brazen words, her cheeks burned bright as the sun.

"Shall I?" Killorn teasingly asked, his lips curled with mischief.

Ophelia immediately shook her head, but she did contemplate the idea. He lightly pushed her onto her back and she obliged.

Immediately, Killorn lowered against her. She could feel the hardness of his abdomen. She unknowingly tensed. He was a powerful man, rippled with muscles, and filled with energy. He was so close, she could vaguely smell his morning bath.

"Y-you slayed m-monsters l-last night a-and trained all m-morning," Ophelia stammered out.

Ophelia imagined him hard at work everyday--protecting the town, keeping her safe, and above all, performing his duties.

Killorn quirked a brow. He held her gaze whilst sliding his black tunic off. She sucked in a breath at the sight of his hard body. His veins ticked when he saw her nervous lick.

"Your point?" Killorn calmly took off his pants. She attempted to run. She always did.

"Y-you'd be tired?" she squealed out.

Killorn roared with laughter. She was enraptured by the sound, but immediately knew it provoked him. When he recovered, his eyes glinted at her challenge.

Ophelia crawled for the pillows, but he grabbed her waist and pinned her to the bed, her stomach flat on the surface.

"If you must grab onto something, I'd rather it be me," Killorn murmured whilst bending his head. He parted her hair, revealing her smooth nape. She possessed such grace, her skin smooth and supple. Suddenly, he felt the urge to mark her as his position. And so he did, bending and biting the back of her neck.

"M-my lord!" Ophelia cried out, feeling a searing pain. His teeth sank into her. She was certain there'd be a mark there.

Killorn was always an impatient man, she realized. Within seconds, she squeezed her eyes shut. He ripped off her dress, the material falling down her sides in two unkempt pieces. Then, he pulled off her chemise.

Fuck. Even her back was beautiful, for it was curved and straight. Her silver hair only looked like fairy wings. He slid his hand down her spine and sharply exhaled.

"W-what are you d-doing..." Ophelia shivered. How could such rough hands caress her this softly?

"You're shaking, my lovely wife," Killorn murmured, bending to press his mouth on her creamy skin. She whimpered, his lips eager to suck and please her.

Ophelia trembled even more. She wished she could hide it. But she relished in the warmth of his tongue that licked a path down to her lowerspot. All she had to do was suck in a breath. His calloused hand slid into her underwear. She gasped, feeling a burst of pleasure, his fingers parting her folds. She whimpered, feeling a familiar ache below.

"And you're wet."

Ophelia was mortified. She tried to keep her legs closed, but he immediately parted it. Hurriedly, she scrambled away. He grabbed her ankles.

"Ah, my l-lord!"

Killorn yanked her back towards him, until her butt was aligned with his hard-on.

Ophelia froze in horror. She felt his pulsating member brush upon her behind. All she had to do was writhe her hips and he'd slid right inside. She was ready and slick for him--he knew it.

"Fucking it is, then," Killorn growled, spinning her onto her back.

Ophelia immediately shook her head, but he simply grabbed her by the jaw. She shakily exhaled, staring into his eyes.

"One last chance, my lovely wife," Killorn breathed out in a horse voice. He brushed his lips upon hers, causing her to tremble and whimper. Her sweetness filled the air, making his nostrils flare. She was going to kill him one day, he swore by it.

"Call me by my name," Killorn harshly ran his thumb upon her lower lips in warning. Suddenly, he slid his finger inside of her mouth, her eyes widening.

Killorn groaned deep from his chest.

"Tell me you're willing," Killorn hoarsely said, his voice thick with pleasure.

"I-I am," Ophelia whimpered out. "B-but y-your name, I-I... I can't..."

Killorn was always this patient--she realized. He was practically pulsating with pleasure, but still asked for permission.

"Ophelia, you--"

Then, her lashes fluttered and Ophelia shakingly sucked his fingers. She licked it, watching his pupils dilate and glow yellow. He was barely able to hold himself back. The sight of her pink tongue sliding against him, he was ready to lose it.

"You're going to be the death of me." Killorn immediately grabbed her hips. If this was how she wanted to be, then he'd play the dangerous game with her.

Before Ophelia could plead her case, he thrusted inside of her, causing her to cry out in shock. He had penetrated her roughly--his entire length filling her entrance with no mercy. She glanced up at him and from the glint of his glowing eyes, she knew it would be a long... long night.

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