CHAPTER 217

**ZION**

My hands closed around her shoulders, pulling her flush against me.

“You’re too good for me,” I murmured—because she always had been.

“I’m trying to be good,” I breathed, voice rough against her skin. “I swear I’m trying…”

But then she looked up at me—blue eyes wide, trusting, burning with need—and every single good intention I had went flying out the fucking window.

Gone. 

Obliterated.

Because being good didn’t matter anymore—

Not when all I craved was to leave her wrecked and trembling, so every breath she took reminded her of me.

When all I wanted was to fuck her so deep into me she’d forget every name but mine?

—I was fucking done for.

I kissed her.

Took her mouth like I owned it. Like I couldn’t breathe without it. Like I needed her more than oxygen.

Because I did.

She was everything I wanted. 

Everything I’d ever craved. 

There was no turning back—not for either of us.

I lifted her effortlessly, holding her close as I feasted on her mouth, devouring every soft gasp and whimper like I’d been starved for her. 

Her arms clung to my shoulders, but it was when her legs wrapped around my waist—tight and trusting—that I lost the last thread of control.

She fit against me perfectly, like she was made for this—for me. 

My hands gripped her thighs hard, possessive, greedy. I needed her closer. 

Inside her. 

Under my skin. 

In my blood.

The heat of her pressed right where I needed her most, and I groaned into her mouth, my hands gripping her thighs as I pinned her closer.

“Fuck, Snowflake,” I breathed against her lips, voice raw with need. 

“You have no idea what you do to me,” I growled against her mouth, breath ragged, my voice dark with obsession. 

“You’re fucking mine, Snowflake. Every inch of you.”

I ground against her, feeling the heat of her pressed against my cock, and I swear my vision blurred. 

I was shaking—shaking—with the force of what I felt for her.

“I need you,” I whispered hoarsely, dragging my mouth down her neck. 

“Need to be inside you, claim you. Mark you so deep you’ll never forget who you belong to.”

And she wouldn’t. 

Because after tonight, there would be no turning back.

My lips crushed hers again, deep and hard, and the soft moan that rolled from her throat hit me like a shot of fire. 

That moan was good—so fucking good—but I wasn’t stopping there. 

By the time I was done, I planned to have her screaming my name over and over, begging for more.

My tongue thrust into her mouth, greedy and demanding. 

Her nipples pushed hard against my shirt—my shirt—and I wanted nothing more than to have them in my mouth. I wanted her. 

Every single, perfect inch.

I didn’t even know where I was carrying her—somewhere in the dark blur of want clouding my mind. 

My only focus was on her. 

The feel of her. 

The taste of her. 

I set her down against the edge of something—maybe a desk, maybe not. I didn’t care. 

All I knew was that I needed her there.

I braced my hands on either side of her, caging her in, not letting her go. 

My mouth stayed on hers, hungry, relentless. 

She met me with that same fire, kissing me like she needed it to breathe. 

Her fingers dug into my shoulders, clutching me like she never wanted to let go.

And hell, I wasn’t going anywhere. 

Not now. Not ever.

“I’m going to fuck you,” I rasped, my lips brushing her ear, voice thick with need. 

“And it’s not going to be slow. It’s not going to be soft. I’m going to ruin you for anyone else.”

She trembled in my hold, her breath catching in her throat.

“I want that,” she whispered, almost like a confession. 

“I want you to ruin me.”

I gripped her thigh, dragging her closer, pressing into her so she could feel exactly what I meant. 

“You’re so fucking small… so damn fragile,” I growled, jaw tight. 

“I’m fucking scared I’ll break you.”

She looked up at me, blue eyes blazing. 

“Then break me.”

My breath stalled.

“Don’t hold back, Zion,” she whispered, her voice thick with need, lips parted and trembling.

“I can take it. I want all of you… every rough, desperate part.

Fuck.

My chest ached with the force of what I felt. 

She had no idea what she was saying. 

“You have no idea what you just unleashed,” 

I growled, my voice rough and shaking as I gripped her face and crashed my mouth onto hers, devouring her like she was the only thing keeping me alive.

She wasn’t just giving herself to me.

She was trusting me—with something sacred. Something no one else had ever touched.

Her body.

Her first time.

Her everything.

And that wrecked me.

Mine.

I’d never wanted anything so badly. 

Never needed anything so fiercely. 

The fact that I would be the first—that I would be the only one who got to see her like this, feel her like this… it sent something feral clawing through my chest.

I wasn’t just going to fuck her. 

I was going to worship her. 

Ravage her. 

Brand her soul with mine so deeply that no one would ever touch her without feeling the ghost of me in her skin.

She was untouched—pure—and she chose me to be her first.

Her last.

And I would never forget it. 

Not for the rest of my life.

She had no idea that after tonight, I wouldn’t be able to let her go.

Not ever.

Not even if she begged.

And I was going to make damn sure no part of her ever forgot who she belonged to.

I kissed her again—God, I couldn’t get enough of her. 

My hands slid from the desk, down to her thighs—smooth, warm, trembling just a little under my touch. 

I spread them gently, stepping between her legs like I belonged there. 

Because I did. 

I shoved the hem of my shirt—my shirt—up her thighs to see her. 

To really see her.

And fuck.

My breath hitched. 

Bare skin.

No lace. 

No barrier.

Nothing.

My pulse roared in my ears.

“Fuck...fuck! You’re not wearing any panties,” I rasped, voice thick with disbelief and dark hunger.

Her breath hitched. 

She looked up at me through her lashes, cheeks flushed, voice barely a whisper.

“No…”

Fuck.

That one word short-circuited every rational thought in my brain.

My jaw clenched, my control dangling by a thread.

“Jesus, Winter…” I growled, dragging the shirt higher, exposing the bare, warm skin I was already addicted to.

My eyes burned into her bare pussy, raw and exposed—completely fucking naked. I couldn’t fucking believe it. 

Not a single thread between her perfect, trembling skin.

No silk. 

No lace. 

No fucking barrier between her and me.

Not even those crimson lace things I’d accidentally grazed on her bed—the ones she’d snatched away, cheeks blazing, like I hadn’t already burned every inch of her into my memory.

God, she was mine. 

Every inch. And I was about to lose my fucking mind.

I tore my eyes away from her bare pussy and let them roam up to her breasts—breasts-those perfect, aching peaks.

Fuck.

“You’re not wearing a bra either…” I breathed, voice rough, disbelief laced with hunger.

She shook her head, cheeks flushing deeper crimson, and I felt heat crawl under my skin.

No bra.

No panties.

Nothing but my damn shirt stretched across her soft, perfect skin—bare and aching beneath my fingertips.

Jesus, she was a goddamn sin I wanted to worship and damn myself for at the same time.

“I thought… maybe not wearing anything would make things easier…” she whispered, her voice so soft I almost didn’t hear it.

My breath stilled. 

My gaze devoured her—flushed cheeks, lips parted, skin glowing under my shirt, and nothing beneath.

Nothing.

“Easier?” I repeated, my voice a low growl, thick with hunger. 

My fingers slid slowly along her bare thigh, dragging heat in their wake as I stared at her like a starving man about to feast.

“Baby…” I leaned in, my lips brushing the shell of her ear, 

“Nothing about this is going to be easy.”

Not when she looked like that. Not when she gave herself to me like this—shy, nervous, breathtaking. 

My fingers trembled against her skin, overwhelmed by the fact that this girl, this perfect, maddening, innocent girl, was standing here wearing nothing but my shirt and a blush.

Fuck, she was beautiful like this.

“ I-I don’t usually do things like this,” she said, barely above a whisper. 

“I just thought maybe…”

Her voice trailed off, caught in a sharp gasp as my fingers slid between her legs, finally touching her.

Heat. Wet. Ready. Mine.

“God,” I rasped, unable to stop myself. 

“You have no idea what you’re doing to me.”

Her words had tried to sound logical, cautious. But her body… her body was screaming for me.

And it was easier.

Because now there was nothing between us. No lace, no cotton, no patience.

Just skin.

And I wanted it all. 

Every inch. 

Every breath. 

Every trembling sound she made was just for me.

And I’d take it.

Again and again.

I stroked her slowly at first, drawing lazy circles over her clit with the pad of my thumb. 

Her body shivered, her lips parting in a soft moan. 

I watched every reaction and burned them into my memory.

Her head tilted back, blue eyes fluttering shut, mouth parted in the most sinful expression of pleasure I’d ever seen. 

I slid two fingers through her slick heat, slow at first, teasing her entrance—feeling just how wet she already was for me. Then I pushed in, deep and deliberate.

She gasped—sharp and breathless—her body jerking slightly against my hand.

Fuck.

She was tight.

So damn tight I had to grit my teeth, as I fought back a groan, just to keep from losing it right then.

My jaw clenched, my fingers stretching her slowly, carefully, greedily

Her hips jerked forward, seeking more.

She was so damn sensitive. 

Every touch made her shake. 

Every stroke pulled another moan from her lips. She rocked against me, chasing the rhythm I set, greedy for more.

“You like that, Snowflake?” I rasped, voice thick with want.

She couldn’t even speak—just nodded, breathless, and undone beneath me.

“I’m so fucking happy you want me to be your first, Snowflake,” 

I whisper, my tone softer now, more reverent. 

“But just so you know—I’m also gonna be your only.”

Her eyes flick to mine, full of something raw. 

Trust. Need. Lust.

It undoes me.

I worked her harder, deeper, curling my fingers just right, watching her fall apart in my hands. 

"I want you so fucking much...” 

I breathe, and then I’m leaning in, kissing down her jawline, my lips skimming her throat. 

Her head tilts instinctively, giving me more. 

Her scent, her skin, the tiny sounds she makes—every fucking thing about her drives me mad.

The flush on her cheeks. 

The way she whimpered my name. 

The way her thighs trembled around my wrist.

She was close. 

So fucking close.

And I was going to push her over that edge. Make her fall. 

Right here. 

Just like this.

Watching her come undone for me had become my newest addiction.

And I was nowhere near done with her.