We're Not Finished [2]

Ophelia wasn't sure what Killorn's intentions were that night, but he got exactly what he wanted. They did it until the sun came up, and even, he was still brimming with energy. Sweat coaxed his tense body, her legs dangling off his shoulders whilst he tightly grabbed her thighs. But by then, Ophelia couldn't do it anymore. 

"Ophelia…" Killorn panted, his eyes thick and laced with desire. He was still not done, even though her insides were filled with his seed.

Killorn hugged one of her lovely legs, just as the other slid and thudded on the bed. Her inner thighs were still twitching from how intensely he made her come.

"Why are you so lovely, my sweet wife?" Killorn murmured, pressing his lips upon her skin. She shakingly glanced up at him.

Killorn rested his weight on his knees, for he had just roughly penetrated her again and again. His hips raised, his muscles rippling, and the red veins on his hips pulsed with the urge to claim more.