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"M-my lord…" Ophelia whispered, her fingers sliding into his hair, not sure what to do. She wanted the sensation to stop, for it was overwhelming her.

"Killorn," he corrected her for the thousandth time, his voice a low and deep murmur.

Killorn pulled away to see the desperation in her meek stare. He bent and kissed her nose, earning panicked laughter from her. Then, he massaged her breast, causing her to jolt. Her flesh was soft and smelled of lavender, making his mind go numb.

"We\'ll use a word," Killorn muttered to her. "You tend to say \'stop\' quite often in bed and I never know if you mean it or not."

Ophelia attempted to clench her thighs, as if that could hide her desires. It was unfortunate that Killorn was already situated in between her legs. Quietly and gently, he hovered over her whilst slowly grinding his hips upon her nether regions. She groaned, her lashes fluttering.

"What shall it be?" Killorn inquired, his breathing growing hotter and heady.

"A-anything you w-wish," Ophelia stammered out, unable to focus properly.

"I want you to pick, so you remember."

Ophelia\'s mind was turning into mush from his seduction. "P-pickle?"

Killorn\'s lips twitched. "And if your mouth is full, pinch me hard."

What could it be full of? Before Ophelia could ask him, she gasped. His fingers teasingly slid upon her entrance before sliding up to her bundle of nerves. The sensation was too much for Ophelia. The roughness of his towel tickled her lower parts, causing her to gasp in lungfuls of air. She clung onto him, her hands on his arms, as he let out a groan.

"If you want it to stop, you have to tell me now." His voice came out hoarse and greedy, a fire burning deep within his eyes.

Through her lethargic lashes, she saw his powerful body. His tanned skin glowed from the fireplace in the room, his muscles clenching, and his veins tightening. He was no longer wearing a bandage—there was just a scab near his heart.

"I-I can f-fix that w-wound of yours," Ophelia attempted to tell him. "M-my blood h-has healing properties…"

"I don\'t need your blood," Killorn deadpanned. He bent his head, despite the great offer.

"Instead, let me fill you, Ophelia," Killorn murmured, grabbing her waist and parting her thighs. She was shaking now, but her eyes were glued to his. At her lack of protest, he began to rub his hard tip against her wet entrance.

"W-what are you—" Ophelia jolted when his raw member circled her clit, the rough and slippery sensation driving her wild. She unconsciously widened her legs, earning a harsh chuckle from him.

He was ready to swallow her. The thirst in his dark gaze was undeniable. Within seconds, he thrust into her, causing her to let out a small moan. Then, her face went red with the wanton noise, but he was already burning for her. He grabbed her thighs and wrapped her legs around his waist. Then, he began his torment.

"A-are you n-not tired from the j-journey—my lord!" Ophelia gasped when he began to roughly penetrate her. In and out. The motion was fluid and thundering, sending her body jolting forward. He grabbed onto her breasts, squeezing it and watching her writhe with pleasure.

"Do I look tired to you?" Killorn growled, pounding into her like no tomorrow. Was she intentionally provoking him? He couldn\'t tell. She clamped tighter onto his hardening member.

"You\'re clutching onto me so hard, Ophelia, I can barely pull out," Killorn hissed. He slid out only to push deeper into her insides. She gasped for air, her fingers tightening on the mattress.

Killorn needed to exhaust her. Thus, he grabbed her by the waist and hauled her to her knees. She whimpered, her hands palming the mattress. She was a shaky little thing, but he plowed into her anyways.

"Ah, ah, I c-can\'t!" Ophelia pleaded, feeling her entire body rushing forward each time he slid inside of her begging entrance. She was so wet for him that it mortified her. Her body felt like it was on fire, but he was relentless.

Killorn reached underneath her body to grab her breasts, whilst his hand held her hips in place—just the way he liked it from her. Her thighs tingled each time he thrust deep inside of her willing hole.

"Don\'t tell me you\'re already fatigued, Ophelia," Killorn warned, bending to kiss behind her ears. She flinched and whimpered, as his hips moved without mercy. Eventually, her hands gave out, her face sinking into the pillow.

Killorn didn\'t mind. He held her waist and penetrated her rougher. She cried out in disbelief, quickly getting back onto her palms.

"That\'s my good girl," Killorn purred into her ears, causing her entire body to shudder with warmth.

Killorn let out a dark chuckle. He bent and peppered her shoulder blades with wet kisses. Feeling her body begin to go slack again, he suddenly hoisted her against his body.

"N-no—" Ophelia whimpered, her back completely aligned with his chest.

Ophelia was on her knees even further, sinking upon his hard rod. She trembled whilst he jutted his hips upwards.

"It\'s t-too deep!" Ophelia begged him, her breathing coming out in shaky pants. He forced her to take his full length, her entrance filled with him completely. She was in tears, for each time he rammed into her, it hit the right spot.

"Ah, ah!" Ophelia loudly moaned, her head throwing back. She felt a familiar thrill rush to her heart. Her lower regions pulsated and throbbed upon him. She clenched and unclenched around his thick girth. He absolutely pummeled her with desire, even when she climaxed all over him.

Ophelia\'s body went slack. Her knees completely gave out and she collapsed onto the bed, face forward. With a shaky head, she tried to push him away, but he was having none of it.

Killorn turned her around and threw her legs over his shoulders.

"M-my lord… I-I\'m s-sorry…" Ophelia tried, but he simply laughed.

"I know you meant well, my lovely wife." Killorn thrust inside of her. She whimpered, her thighs falling onto the bed, but he didn\'t mind. He mauled her against his member, pumping with need to drown her. She was writhing with pleasure, her eyes wide, and her jaw slack.

Killorn wished to fill those lovely lips of hers. He could imagine how pretty she\'d look lapping at his member. Or, how teary-eyed she was whilst taking him with her mouth.

Ophelia\'s heart thumped roughly against her chest. She felt like crying over the extreme stimulation. It felt so good. After coming down from the high, her entrance was still pulsing. She didn\'t know there was a vein down there—until she met him. Eventually, she reached and embraced him, catching him by surprise.

"P-please hold me…"

"Keep saying things like that and I might just keep you here for a week."

Killorn bent and hugged her. Her breasts were pressed tightly upon his chest, and he felt her perky nipples brush upon his smooth plane. He groaned, whilst riding his hips upon hers. He grinded her body to the bed, holding her in place as he pounded her without mercy.

"I-I can\'t—"

"Just a little more, my lovely wife," Killorn groaned, burying his face into her neck. He licked and kissed the spot, causing her to arch her spine. He bit hard on her shoulder. She whimpered, her body going slack.

Finally, Killorn\'s hips jutted forward. She gasped, feeling warmth shoot through her. Her thighs were trembling as he planted his seed inside of her. She didn\'t know how to react, except to listen. Her heart slammed her chest. He roughly exhaled, just as she closed her eyes. The heat spread from her inside to her stomach, as his penetration slowed down.

"You did well, my lovely wife."

Killorn stroked the hair out of her face. She was flushed, her vision dazed with pleasure, and her cheeks filled with life. When she saw his insatiable eyes willing to feast on her again, she shrank into the bed, but it was no use.

The second Killorn came inside of her, he was ready to start the second of many rounds.