CHAPTER 219

**ZION**

She moaned—low, breathy, and desperate—and it went straight to my cock, made me throb with the promise of what was coming.
What I was going to make her feel.

That sound was good.

But I wasn’t after good.

I wanted her wrecked.

Undone.

Screaming my name as she shattered for me—again and again until her voice was hoarse and her body limp in my arms.

My tongue slid into her mouth, claiming her the only way I could right now—deep and possessive and hungry.

Her nipples strained against the front of my shirt—my shirt, hanging loose on her body like a fucking tease.

And all I could think about was how badly I wanted them in my mouth.

How I wanted to taste her—all of her.
To worship every inch, every soft gasp and trembling sigh.

To ruin her for anyone else. 

Forever.

Because she wasn’t just some girl to me.

She was Winter.

My Snowflake.

My love.

My life.

My everything.

And I’d waited too damn long for this.

I wanted to make her come again. 

Again and again—until every last ounce of pleasure was all she knew, until I was all she knew. 

She’d never been with anyone before me, and I was going to be her last. 

I was her first, and I’d make sure no one ever took my place. 

Soon, I’d learn every way she wanted to be touched, every way she needed to be claimed. 

Nothing about Winter—my Snowflake—would ever slip past me.

Her body stiffened beneath me, nails digging into my shoulders like she was trying to hold herself together. 

“Zion, I want you in me.”

Fuck.

Her words slammed into me like a punch to the gut. She wanted me—wanted me deep inside her, right now.

But I wasn’t ready to give her just that yet. 

I needed more time. 

More of her. 

Every inch.

“Not yet,” I warned. 

“I want to take my time with you. I want to taste every inch of you, to feel every shiver you give me. I want to ravage you slowly, make sure you remember every second. I’m going to take my time with you. I want to taste you, fuck you, ravage every inch of you—slow and hard. Make you beg for more before I finally fuck you deep and make you mine.”

I brushed a strand of hair from her face, my fingers lingering on her cheek.

“Be patient, Snowflake. You’re going to feel me in ways you’ve never dreamed of—but I’m gonna make sure it’s worth every second.”

I tore the shirt she was wearing off in one rough motion, the fabric ripping with a sharp, satisfying sound. 

Threads gave way under my hands like they’d never stood a chance. She gasped, eyes wide, breath hitching as the shredded fabric fluttered to the floor.

“Zion!” she said, her voice laced with mock outrage. 

“I liked that shirt!”

I looked down at her—bare, flushed, breathtaking—and smirked darkly, heat pooling low in my gut at the way her chest rose and fell with each heavy breath.

“You’ll survive,” I rasped, my voice a low growl. 

“You can have all my fucking shirts,” I added against her skin, voice thick with hunger.

“Every last one. But I’ll only rip them off you too… when you wear nothing underneath—just like this—I don’t give a fuck. Just as long as you’re mine underneath.”

Then I lowered my head, my mouth claiming her breast with aching hunger. 

I licked a slow circle around her nipple before sucking it deep into my mouth, letting my teeth graze it just enough to make her whimper and arch into me. 

My hands gripped her hips hard, holding her to me like she might disappear if I didn’t.

I feasted on her like a man starved—kissing, licking, biting gently at the swell of her breasts, drinking in every shiver and gasp she gave me.

“Fuck,” I murmured against her skin, my voice rough with obsession. 

Her skin was soft and warm, and the way she trembled under my mouth only drove the fire hotter inside me.

Every taste, every gasp, every little moan was fuel to a hunger I didn’t want to control. Couldn’t control.

I kissed every inch of her—slow, possessive, worshipping and wild. 

My mouth mapped her like she was mine to devour. 

Her neck, her collarbone, the swell of her breasts—licking, sucking, leaving my mark behind like a promise I had no intention of breaking.

Her hardness pressed against me, and fuck, I groaned at the contact, my body shuddering with restraint I barely had. 

She arched into me, skin on fire, breath shallow, hands tangled in my hair like she needed me closer—deeper.

And I wanted to give her everything.

“God, baby,” I breathed against her skin.

“You’re driving me fucking insane.”

I was losing it—like a desperate schoolboy, trembling with raw need for the first time.

Fuck.

My patience snapped—

I couldn’t wait any longer.

The need clawing inside me was too wild, too consuming. 

She was right there—soft, trembling, perfect—and I was done pretending I had any control left.

All the restraint I’d been clinging to shattered the second she looked at me like I was the only thing she wanted.

I growled low in my throat, dragging her closer, pressing her back as I hovered over her.

“You’re mine now,” I whispered, voice ragged, breath shaking. 

“No more waiting.”

My hands shook as I yanked down my zipper. 

My cock sprang free, rock hard and aching, catching the light as it stood proud before her.

She gasped, eyes wide, voice trembling

—“Oh my God… that’s not going to fit...”

I smirked, a dark teasing gleam in my eyes. 

“It’ll fit,” I growled, my voice low and certain. 

“Trust me.”

I hovered at her entrance, breath ragged, heart pounding like a war drum. 

Every nerve on fire, every inch of me desperate to claim her.

Then I caught the flicker of doubt in her eyes—nervous, scared.

“It’s going to hurt… isn’t it?” she whispered, voice fragile.

Fuck.

That small hesitation stoked the fire inside me, twisting frustration and obsession into something dark and primal.

“Yes,” I said, voice low and honest, my eyes locked on hers. 

“It’s going to hurt, baby. I’m not going to lie to you.”

I leaned in, brushing my lips against her ear, my breath hot and shaking.

“But you’ll feel every inch of me. And then you’ll beg for more.”

I kissed her throat slowly, deliberately.

“I’ll go slow, baby… but I won’t be gentle. Not tonight

Even as the words left my mouth, I knew I’d do anything to own her—hard and fast, wild and gentle—because she was mine, and I was hers, completely.

My obsession with her was a wildfire I couldn’t—and wouldn’t—control.

“You have no idea how badly I want to be inside of you,” 

I growled, the words thick with need, but fighting to keep control...my cock feeling the wetness of her entrance.

She begged softly, “Zion.”

My body shifted beneath her, my hand wrapping around my length. Seeing her gasp at the sight of me—hard, ready—it almost broke me. 

A dark chuckle slipped out.

“One last time—are you sure you want this?” I asked, voice rough but sincere.

“I feel how fucking tight you are. I don’t want to hurt you.....”

Her eyes snapped up to mine, wide and burning with frustration. 

“Yes, yes, yes! Stop asking me—just do it....please!”

Her desperation broke through every wall I’d built. No more holding back.

God, that craving twisted inside me, dragging me closer to the edge. Her need was a fire, stoking my own. 

My breath hitched, voice low and heavy with lust.

“When I fuck you... You’re mine. Got it?”

I needed her to understand, to claim her. My heart hammered so loud I thought she’d hear it.

“Yes,” she whispered.

That was all it took to send me spiralling, my obsession clawing to the surface, threatening to consume us both.

I stand, moving away slightly, my body barely steady as I tower over her, my heart pounding in my chest like a war drum. 

Her eyes are wide, a mix of anticipation and nerves swirling in their depths, and it makes me want to both protect her and claim her all at once.

"What... where are you going......" she murmurs, her voice a breathless whisper that sends a jolt of desire straight to my core.

"Relax, baby," I coo, my voice low and soothing, a promise that I'm here, that I won't let her fall. 

"I'm not going anywhere."

I pump my length in one hand, the sensation of my own touch almost too much to bear. 

With my other hand, I reach into my pants, retrieving a condom with a deftness born of experience. 

The act of tearing it open with my teeth is primal, a claim, a promise of what's to come. Her eyes follow my every movement, wide and curious, and it fuels the fire burning within me.

I've never had someone watch me like this before, with such raw, unfiltered desire, and it's intoxicating. 

Every movement is deliberate, each one a step closer to the moment I've been craving, the moment I'll finally have her completely.

Lowering myself, I nudge the head of my cock against her opening, feeling the heat of her, the wetness that tells me she's ready for me. 

She winces as I stretch her, a sound that's both a plea and a challenge, and it makes me want to go slow, to cherish every moment, every sensation.

I push in slowly, stopping to make sure she's okay, to give her time to adjust. 

"Ahhhhh" she screams...

Her nails rake across my back, the sting of it sending a jolt of pleasure straight to my cock, making me groan with an almost painful need.

"Shh, it will be over soon," I murmur against her skin, my voice a low, soothing rumble. 

"The pain will turn into pleasure. I promise."

I continue my small, rhythmic thrusts, each one a step closer to filling her completely.

When I finally do, when I'm buried deep inside her, I feel a sense of rightness, of completion, that I've never experienced before.

"So fucking soft," I groan, the words torn from me as her body clenches around me, welcoming me, trusting me. 

Overwhelming pleasure that makes my vision blur and my body tremble.

The sound of skin against skin, her moans and my own create a symphony of desire that sends me into a euphoric state. I catch her moans in my mouth, kissing her deeply, my tongue exploring her as my hips move against hers.

"You're so fucking tight, baby,...." I groan, my hands finding her breasts, cupping them firmly as I speed up my thrusts, going harder, deeper, claiming every inch of her.

"You feel so fucking good...fuck...fuck..."

Her body responds to mine, meeting my thrusts with her own, her hips rolling in a dance as old as time. 

I can feel every inch of her, the way her body moulds to mine, the way she trusts me with her pleasure, her body, her very soul.

And in this moment, as I lose myself in her, I know that this is just the beginning. This is the start of something that will consume us both, body and soul, a connection that will never be broken, a love that will never fade.