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.