Chapter 321

His teeth sank into his lower lip as he watched her unravel beneath him, squirming with need while still clutching his shaft like it was her lifeline. “Fuck, I want you riding my cock the same way.”
“Really?” Addison gasped, her voice shaky, but the fire in her eyes only burned brighter. Every pump of Zion’s fingers sent jolts of electricity racing through her body, yet she fought to keep her moans trapped, biting down hard on her lower lip to smother the sounds threatening to spill.
Zion’s gaze dropped, captivated by the sight of her reddening, swollen lips. A dark hunger flickered in his eyes as he leaned in, brushing his mouth against hers. “Don’t bite your lips, baby,” he growled between kisses, his breath hot and ragged.
“That’s mine to do. I want to bite them, suck them, drown myself in your taste until I’m addicted.” Beads of his sweat slid down onto her cheekbone, and Addison’s eyes fluttered shut, her body trembling as if surrendering to his claim.
And so, she surrendered to the rhythm they had built together, shutting out the world until there was nothing but the heat of their bodies and the bond pulling them closer. Every gasp, every touch, only deepened her connection with Zion. ᴛhis chapter is ᴜpdated by.net
“I’m close she murmured breathlessly, her words breaking between gasps. Zion caught her moans with his mouth, swallowing every sound as though he couldn’t let a single one escape.
“Yes, baby… cum for me,” he growled low, his voice thick with hunger, raw and intoxicating. “Coat my fingers with your sweetness. I’m almost there too
The rumble of his words vibrated through her, sending shivers down her spine. It was so darkly masculine, so consuming, that even her ears seemed to burn from the sound. Addison’s eyes fluttered shut, her body trembling as she let herself drown in the ecstasy, feeling every sensation without holding back.
Her final cry was swallowed by Zion’s mouth as his release hit him too, the familiar sticky heat spilling inside his pants. It wasn’t until the haze cleared that he realized he had cum fully clothed, the mess trapped uncomfortably against him.
“Shit,” he cursed under his breath, glancing down in frustration. But his annoyance vanished the moment his gaze returned to Addison. She was breathing heavily, sweat beading along her brow, her body trembling from exhaustion.
Zion gathered her against his chest, burying her beneath the shelter of his embrace. Addison, too weak after cumming so hard, didn’t even try to push him away. The tension in her body had melted, leaving her limp and spent.
All she wanted now was the comfort of his warmth, and so she gave in, letting herself sink into him.
Soon, her breathing evened out, soft and steady. Zion shifted carefully, pushing her back just enough to see her face, and found her already fast asleep in his arms, peaceful and beautiful even in her weariness.
Zion let out a low sigh, the sound edged with a defeated chuckle, but his amusement quickly faded when he noticed his fingers glistening with Addison’s wet love juice, the scent of her still clinging to him.
His eyes darkened, hunger flaring as he brought his fingers to his lips, savoring her taste with slow, deliberate sucks. All the while, his gaze never left her sleeping face, which looked soft, vulnerable, and beautiful, though in his eyes, what reflected was the gaze of a predator.
The tenderness he showed her earlier had sharpened into something far more possessive, a darker edge that he struggled to hide.
He wanted to keep this side of himself hidden, to shield her from the predator within him so she wouldn’t be frightened away. But seeing her here, the woman he had longed for through three endless years, stirred those dangerous urges.
He wanted to lock her away, to cage her close so she could never slip from his grasp again.
Yet, deep down, he knew it was his mistakes, his wrong choices, that had driven her from him before. So for now, he forced himself to rein in those darker desires, content to hold them back in silence… if only to keep Addison near, without fear.
Zion stayed there for what felt like an eternity before finally gathering Addison into his arms and slipping away unnoticed. No one realized the two of them had vanished. He moved swiftly, carrying her deep into the forest where prying eyes and noses couldn’t reach.
There, he intended to clean her up and change her clothes, and to change his own as well. His pants were soaked, the musky scent of his release clinging to him like a brand.
Anyone with a keen nose would know exactly what he and Addison had been doing. Worse still, the faint sweetness of her essence still lingered on his skin. The thought of another male catching even a trace of it made his possessiveness flare hot and violent.
It took everything in him to keep that darker side restrained. With Addison in his arms, so soft and vulnerable, it was harder than ever to fight the urge to claim, to cage, to make her his in every way.
But right now, Zion had no right to demand anything of Addison, nor to dictate her choices. All he could do was rein in the storm of desire clawing at him.
With careful hands, he took off her riding pants and underwear. From his magic bag, he pulled a clean towel, dampened it with water from the animal-skin flask, and began wiping her lower body with painstaking gentleness. His eyes traced every crease and curve, not with hunger, but with reverence and quiet devotion.
If Addison could see his face in that moment, she might think she was dreaming. She had grown used to nothing but coldness and indifference in his gaze before, but now, his eyes brimmed with warmth, with love so raw it would have startled her to her core.
“Ugh… Addie, look at what you’re doing to me and my body,” Zion grunted in a murmur, voice rough as the bulge in his pants getting hard again. Just watching her like this made his body burn, and he clenched his jaw, struggling to restrain himself.
He didn’t truly want to fight it, never had, but reining in his desire around Addison was a battle he could barely win.
It took Zion some time to gently wipe Addison clean and slip her into fresh clothes. He even changed her dust-stained top, thankful he had thought ahead to pack some of her garments in his magic bag.
Changing her while she slept was easier than he expected, though he took care with every button and fold, as if handling something sacred. Once she was settled, he propped her against a tree, checking carefully for snakes or poisonous insects before stepping back.
Only then did he begin stripping off his own clothes, his body sticky and uncomfortable. With a wet towel, he started wiping himself down right there in front of Addison.
The act felt strangely intimate, almost dangerous, the thought of her opening her eyes at any moment making his nerves spike.