我洗碗时在厨房要了我

"L-let me wash you i-instead," Ophelia suddenly said. He was serving her and it wasn\'t supposed to be this way.

Killorn grabbed her waist with his muscular hand and shook his head. He liked touching her. In response, she hugged her knees in a weak attempt to hide her naked body.

"It\'ll be alright," Killorn said in a quiet voice that pulled her into obedience. Her breathing quickened. Calmly, he rubbed the sponge down her body.

Ophelia could barely breathe. His knuckles grazed her bare skin for the briefest second. She flinched and moaned, her body tensing when he reached her thighs. He inhaled and surprised a groan, but she could barely control the noises coming out of her voice. Her heart was thick in her chest, beating with rhythm at each stroke he used to clean her.

Ophelia could feel warmth pool in between her legs—especially when he parted her thighs, much to her shaky resolve. He held her where he wanted in the bathtub, as she felt a familiar ache down below.

"My l-lord," Ophelia squeaked out.

"Killorn," he corrected her. "You better start using it."

Killorn slid the sponge upon her mound. She gasped, her hips jolting, but he quickly grabbed it. He held her in place whilst cleaning her inner-thighs. By now, he saw her chest was glowing red from embarrassment. The flush reminded him of when her mouth parted in ecstasy. He instantly hardened. He was a second away from losing his mind.

Even so, Killorn quickly cleansed her, for he knew how much it meant for her to clean. He had tried hard earlier to propel that thought from her, but he felt like it was still lingering on her mind.

"A-aren\'t we just g-going to bathe?" Ophelia naively questioned him.

"We are bathing," Killorn murmured.

"N-no, you\'re trying to s-seduce me…"

Killorn barked a harsh laugh. She became even redder, until she couldn\'t even look at him.

"At least you know."

Ophelia\'s jaw dropped at his shamelessness. Ophelia\'s heart quickened, for she knew what was to come. But to her surprise, he was genuinely bathing her again—this time, without the sexual innuendos. With great patience, Killorn helped wash her hair, her body, and then, quickly took a rinse himself.

Killorn was great with his hands. She couldn\'t help herself and rolled her head lazily against his shoulders.  The second she did so, he grabbed her and hoisted her out of the waters.

"Bath time ends now."

Within mere seconds, Killorn yanked a fluffy towel around her body and carried her towards the bed. He couldn\'t do it. He had no self-control when it came to her. Who would? She was that stunning with her lithe bottle, smooth skin that was just begging for him to mark, and her large eyes that always stared up at him as if admiring his features—which was impossible, given all his flaws.

Ophelia wondered if it was because he was so exhausted from the journey that he was rushing bath time. He must\'ve wanted to sleep.

"O-oh, you must be t-tired," Ophelia murmured. She was dressed in a white sleeping gown that had been folded at the foot of the bed. He was hurriedly drying himself off.

At her words, Killorn paused. He glanced at her, his eyes flashing golden. Her mouth went dry.

"Trust me, Ophelia. I am not tired."

Killorn greedily took in her lithe body curled against his hard one. "At. All."

Ophelia\'s heart skipped. It was an innocent statement, for she was hoping to cuddle some more. She liked being in his arms, the realization making her freeze. Despite how rigid his body was, his caress was always gentle. When she glanced at him, she tried hard to not look down. It was inevitable.

Killorn had the body of a Commander. He was rippled with muscles, his shoulders well-built, but his waist lean and powerful. His thighs were more than double hers. Not to mention, his abdomen, packed with eight rigids. Water droplets slid down the sharp lines of his tanned skin, black hair slightly near the top. She was trembling when she saw it.

His angry, red member. His veins pulsed and it jerked with each action.

"If you keep on looking at me like that, Ophelia, I\'ll ravage you on every surface of this room."

Ophelia immediately looked away. Her cheeks burned with embarrassment at being caught. His voice was deep and came out heated. A second passed and she felt a large silhouette move towards her. By the time she turned her head, he was right there.

Before Ophelia could respond, Killorn grabbed her nape. He kissed her throat and shifted his body against hers, pressing her to the bed.

"Are you going to push me away, my wife?"

Ophelia flinched as he licked her neck, before biting onto it. She yelped at the pain, but he teasingly lapped his tongue upon the spot, soothing the tiny injury. He nipped and kissed wherever his mouth could touch, and it was practically everywhere. He gave her pain, only to replace it with pleasure, the cycle repeating again and again, until her head was beginning to turn into mush.

"O-oh…" Ophelia\'s lids grew heavy. She wasn\'t even registering her earlier frustration, for his sensual mouth eased everything away. She groaned, her fingers sliding through his hair.

Killorn pressed his mouth on her collarbone. His hands were large and when he grabbed her thighs, he did it with ease. He rested his cheeks upon her inner leg, causing her face to burn red.

Killorn deviously stared into his trembling wife\'s eyes. She could practically smell her arousal, thick and tense in the air. He had waited for this moment for far too long.

"I\'ll show you, my lovely wife, I am far from being tired. Now, be a good girl and spread your legs for me."

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Author Note (June 17, 2022): After being knocked down by a fever, flu, and food poisoning, I\'ve made it back! It\'s been a crazy few weeks for me and I\'m still recovering. Updates will be 1 chapter for this month and resume to double updates in July. Thank you for your patience and understanding! I really appreciated your warm wishes, thank you <3