Alpha's Cruel Addiction

Chapter 134  Insatiable

Killorn carried her to the bed, throwing her onto it. Despite taking initiative, her eyes watered and flickered, almost not expecting this outcome. He wryly smiled at her expression as he slowly crouched over her, his large boy covering hers completely. Instinctively, she tried to shrink back, cowering into the bed.

"Hah, don't look at me like that," Killorn mused. "You started it, Ophelia. Take some responsibility."

Ophelia blinked. She examined the man before her, how starkly different they were. She was pale and thin, but he was tanned and muscular. Strength radiated from his body, his temperature always burning with the need to conquer and seize. Fear pricked her chest, spreading with anticipation.

"B-be gentle," Ophelia reminded him with trembling lips as lowered against her.

"Kiss me again and I'll think about it."

Ophelia glowered. Killorn grinned.

"Kidding," Killorn teased, just as Ophelia snaked her arms around his neck. Instantly, he gave in to her, as her mouth met his. He bit her lips softly, sliding his tongue inside, knowing she was far too shy to explore more. She released a soft, hesitant moan, her grip tightening as she tried to hug him.

Ophelia felt a familiar warmth surge in her lower belly. He pressed their bodies together, her legs parting for him immediately. She could feel hardness pressed against her womb, their kiss intensifying, as heat pulsated from the spot he rested against. "I always try to be careful, Ophelia," Killorn confessed, staring intently at her moistened pupils. His golden eyes shined sharply at her cheeks, growing red, spreading all the way to her chest. He reached under her spine, easily yanking the ribbons that held her cursed corset together and tossing the clothes aside. "I always know if I give into my urges, you'd be in deep trouble."

Killorn pulled off her dress swiftly, discarding it in the same pile by the bed. She hugged her chest, despite being covered by her chemise. He ripped that off of her as well, causing her to shriek in protest. "K-Killorn, they're expensive—"

"Worry about yourself, instead." Killorn bent and captured her quivering mouth, eager to claim more of her. Slowly, his hands roamed all over her body, against her smooth and delectable skin. He moved over her cleavage, lightly brushing against her n*pples as she exhaled. His fingers grazed lower, tracing the curve of her womb that had yet to grow wound with his heir. He gripped her hip bones, his thumb teasing the sensitive skin before sliding down to her thighs. Mine.

"Do you have any plans tomorrow?" Killorn warned.

"Y-yes—"

"Too bad." Killorn was going to leave her bedridden. She wouldn't be able to get out of this bed, even if she crawled for the doors. He was going to make sure of it.

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After undressing, Killorn captured her mouth before he touched any other part of her body. Drawn like a moth to a flame, he couldn't pull away from the softness of her quivering mouth. His hand slid lower, gripping her naked thigh in one hand, and her breast in the other, earning a quiet moan. He groaned, his hungry gaze fixating on her perk n*pple protruding between his fingers. Each time he laid eyes upon her, he felt like the most lustful man in existence. "Try to not cry tonight," Killorn teased, as he stroked his twitching member against her inner thigh. By instinct, she tried to close her legs, lean and smooth, but he was always in between her body. Always eager to keep her wide open for him.

"When have I not?" Ophelia huffed.

Killorn chuckled. Ophelia's chest tightened, his laughter low and rich, spilling forth like honey, sweet and tender. A sound that resonated from her core, from the tip of her toes to the top of her head. And then, he kissed her away, so sweetly she was drowning in his adoration. In the same moment, he roughly entered. Her entire body stiffened, lips parting as his harshness caused her toes to curl. Reflectively, she dug her feet into the bed and tried to slide away as he continued stretching her insides with difficulty. Instantly, Killorn yanked her back to him, his gaze flickering with danger. "Don't try to run from me, Ophelia."

Ophelia's breath hitched as he began to hitch, slow and sensual, keeping his promise initially. He gently kissed her cheek, capturing a tear she didn't realize laid out. He was always more affectionate than her, eager to mark every inch of her skin with his hot mouth. She could only move her hips shakingly, hoping to meet his pace. "I-I wasn't," Ophelia lied straight to his crude smile.

Killorn released a harsh breath, running an impatient hand through his hair. "Is that so?" Killorn quickened. She flinched, clutching the sheets tightly, as a wave of pleasure swept over her so powerfully, her vision blurred. He sank his manhood harder into her, groaning as her gaze moistened. He was like a beast, rough and beyond control. She shuddered, as he rammed into her, their skin loudly smacking. Despite that, her heated body readily accepting him, her entrance slick and wet just for him. "Mm, ahh…!"

Ophelia could barely breathe. Through her blurry vision, she saw his powerful body upon her, his muscles forged from rigorous training and unwavering dedication to his duties as Alpha and Commander. His physique was a sight to witness, sculpted with pure strength beneath his tanned skin. He slammed his palm besides her head, gritting to control himself around her. She slid her fingers over his wrists, gripping it tightly in relief. Veins crawled upon his arm, like rivers of life running through his body. "S-slower," Ophelia whimpered, wondering how to curb this wild beast inside of her. Each time he thrusted into her, the eight ridges of his abdomen tighten. In the dimly lit chambers, the candlelight illuminated his sensual and alluring gaze. As he moved, his muscles flexed and rippled in a mesmerizing matter. She was drawn to him, her hand curling to hug his wide shoulders, bringing him even closer.

"Please," Ophelia gasped out, as he bit upon her shoulder, causing her to tightly squeeze her eyes shut at the agonizing pleasure. "You just feel so good, Ophelia," Killorn groaned, peppering her collarbone with his tentative kisses.

Ophelia's entire body trembled as she grinded her hips against him. She could barely move, pinned under his passion and desire. She could barely speak his name properly, as he kept going, never giving her a moment to rest, forcing her through a series of blinding pleasure.

"Ah, Kill… Killorn…" Ophelia whispered blindly, as she wanted to tell him to be kinder to her feeble strength. Afterall, she was just a human girl succumbing to his neverending strength. "Speak properly," Killorn grunted. "What do you want?" Killorn thrusted again, causing her to twitch. She was close. Her brows wrung together in concentration, as he felt her inner walls contrast. Squeezing him. Holding tightly onto him. Unwilling to part from him. She was killing him. He was reaching the limits of his patience. Anything she wanted, he'd give to her. She was a victim of his onslaught of relentless pressure.

"Tell me, my sweet wife," Killorn harshly whispered against her ears, as she released a quiet sob. He brushed the hair away from her forehead, planting a firm kiss.

Immediately, Ophelia gasped, so loud as her limbs wounded tightly around him. Her lower body writhed wildly against him, begging to meet his pace. She was losing control of her senses, whimpering and moaning uncontrollably.

"You," Ophelia panted. "I just want you."

Killorn gave her exactly that. He pumped his large member into her, stretching her inner walls to meet his demand. He was lost in the warmth of her smooth skin, the sweetness of her voice, and the tenderness of her eyes. His golden gaze watched her, never tearing away as her lips trembled. She couldn't speak whilst drawing in multiple gasps of air.

Suddenly, Ophelia jolted, her entire body lurching upwards. She loudly cried out his name, as her pupils widened, her entire lower belly shaking like a leaf. She tried to shove at him, but he gripped her wrists tightly, driving into her even more.

Harsher. Faster.

Ophelia writhed in pleasure. "P-please wait, I-I can't—" Killorn kissed her, sliding his tongue against hers, silencing her protests. She was always eager to hide. Her body tried to buck away from him, but she couldn't move against his power, pinning her exactly where he wanted. He continued pounding into the exact spot that sent her convulsing, her thighs trembling.

"Keep coming for me," he growled into her mouth. "You're taking me so well. Just like that."

"A-ah, I can't," Ophelia began desperately, her face flushed, her cheeks reddening at her words. "I-I think I'm going to come again, please!"

Killorn only pushed her legs further apart, gripping her tightly as he aligned their bodies even more. He went deeper, leaving not a single inch between them. His speed was unmatched, penetrating and pushing forward. He repeatedly probed at the exact spot that had her screaming his name. He took her n*pple into her mouth, softly sucking and running his tongue around the sensitive pearl. She wretched away from him, but to no avail, his freed hand squeezing her breast.

"Killorn, you're killing me," Ophelia sobbed, as she ran her hands through his hair, tugging at the ends. He responded by biting down softly. She hissed in pain whilst pleasure shot through her. He continued thrusting deep into her, their skin slapping repeatedly.

Ophelia couldn't bear it any longer. Please come. She begged inside of her head, please. All of her strength was beginning to be drained by him, as he was brimming with youth. She turned her head to the side, gasping and unable to breathe.

"And you're driving me into madness," Killorn harshly coaxed, grabbing her chin, forcing her to look him in the face.

"A-ahh!" Ophelia's entire body shook with the intensity of his thrusts, as a gush of fluid bursted from her again. She sniffled, seeing stars once more. "Just a bit more," Killorn promised, taking her hips in his vice, never once pausing. He penetrated her furiously, his eyes intent on marking her from the inside out. He watched her face as he invaded her, pleasuring her, seizing her everything.

Killorn refused to give her up. To give her to anyone else, but him. She was his. For eternity. He bent to kiss her, but she turned her head away, sobbing like an innocent little fawn. She couldn't handle him anymore, and he was only getting started.

"You're so pretty," Killorn confessed, kissing her lean neck. "Every inch of you is pure perfection."

Ophelia's lips trembled. "I always struggle between worshiping your entire being like a holy temple, or sullying you in all of me…"

Her gaze widened, just as he nipped at her jaw. His hands cupped her breast tightly. "J-just love me instead," Ophelia told him. Nôv(el)B\\jnn

Killorn released a low, fierce moan as he kissed her again, unable to part from her mouth. "I'll make sure you'll never suffer at the hands of the greedy again, Ophelia."

What did he mean by that?

Ophelia tried to ask, but he bit her lips, earning a cry. Instantly, his hips buckled, his golden glows piercing through her, as he pumped his hot seed into her. Marking her as his, he poured into her, stroking and releasing everything, and he refused to pull out. She weakly accepted all of him, even as he began to suck and lick from her throat to her naked breasts. She knew red marks would be peppering her skin by dawn, and that he was still not satiated.

When would he ever learn?

"I'm tired," Ophelia begged as she felt him begin to harden again. What an insatiable beasts! "I know," Killorn murmured, embracing her as her vision began to darken. "Sleep. I'll let you off easy tonight." Ophelia sighed in relief, despite feeling his heavy weight on her womb. He had her completely trapped under him.

"You'll need the energy for tomorrow morning, anyways." Ophelia gulped, understanding what was to come from his mercy tonight.