บท 38: We're Not Finished [1]

"Open your eyes, Ophelia."

Ophelia shook her head, her movements slow and lethargic. She gasped when he gently caressed her waist. His skin was rough, but he gripped her softly. 

"We're not finished, my lovely wife."

Lovely. That was what he always called her.

Ophelia shakily glanced at him, her lips pulled into a slight pout. She couldn't do it anymore. She was exhausted, but he was brimming with energy. How has the rough and shaky carriage ride not fatigue him? 

"Keep pouting and I'll put my cock in there." Killorn ran a thumb upon her bottom lip. She gasped at his obscene words, but his serious expression showed he meant it.

Ophelia curiously tilted her head. What would it taste like?

Killorn groaned at her expression. Suddenly, he bent, almost as if he was going to kiss her. Then, at the last moment, he moved to the corner of her mouth.