Ophelia woke up to the heady scent of her husband and his warmth draping over her like a heavy blanket. She stirred, their thick sheets clinging to her form. She groaned, her entire body sore and aching all over from an insatiable beast. She felt his grip tightening on her waist, his protective arms never releasing her, even in his slumber.
Ophelia's eyes fluttered open, squinting at the assault of the bright sunlight pouring through the window. She turned and saw him, her breath instantly dying in her throat.
Killorn was breathtaking. He always was. His dark black hair fell in strands over his eyes, his lashes long and haunting upon his cheekbones, and his tan skin resembled tree trunks with thick veins wrapped around his muscles. Despite that, his caress was always tender, and his touch warm upon her cold skin. His features were hardened and guarded, his brows scrunched in determination to not let his wife go.
