CHAPTER 220
**ZION**
I'm fucking Winter.
And it's perfect.
Paradise.
Hot, wet, tight-her.
Every fucking inch of her wraps around me like she was made for me.
My head drops back, a broken sound ripping from my chest as I drive deeper, harder.
I pull out just enough to feel the loss of her, then slam back in-deep, brutal, hungry. She takes every thrust like she's starving for it too, like her body knows mine just as well as I know hers.
When she cries out my name, back arching, nails digging into my skin-fuck-I lose it.
I'm gone.
There's no stopping.
No slowing down.
No holding back.
I've held back for too fucking long.
Too many nights pretending I didn't want her.
Too many days watching her laugh, watching her move like she didn't have me by the throat-without even knowing it.
Now I was buried so deep inside her, it felt like I was sinking into something I'd been starving for my entire damn life. And she wanted it-wanted me.
I've been waiting for this moment my whole damn life.
She was mine.
And fuck, I was hers too.
Completely.
No going back.
She moans my name-fragile, breathless-and it shatters something deep inside me.
The sound twists into a low growl, raw and hungry, as I drive deeper, losing myself in the way she moves with me.
My hand threads through her hair, holding tight like I need to anchor myself, sweat slick against my skin, tracing the lines of my muscles, sliding down my throat, down my spine.
My heart raced, my breaths coming so fast they almost escaped me.
"Fuck, baby. You're perfect."
I whisper it like a prayer and a curse
"Zion,"
She cries out my name again-and it's like being struck by lightning. A jolt that scorches through every inch of me.
She doesn't realise it yet, but she just marked me.
When she arches under me, when her nails rake down my back, when her mouth opens in a gasp that sounds like my damn salvation-I know I'm wrecked.
Ruined.
Addicted.
And there's no coming back from this.
Because this isn't just sex.
It's claiming.
It's a vow.
Fuck.
Every sound she made, every breathless cry, etched itself into me like a brand. My name on her lips-it did something to me. Something permanent. Like she'd carved it into my soul.
I'd never be the same after this.
After her.
Because once you've had what you were never meant to touch... You don't let it go.
My heart beat faster, my breaths coming so quickly they almost escaped me completely.
"Fuck, baby. You're perfect. Do you know what you do to me? You drive me fucking crazy, in every sense of the word. I can't think straight when I'm near you. And now...now, it's taking every ounce of self-control not to tie you up and ravage you until you beg me to stop."
Increasing my speed, I needed her submission.
"You're mine now, Snowflake. Tell me you're mine," I grunted.
My breathing became harsh and ragged, my heart threatening to detonate into a million pieces.
Her writhing body beneath me only spurred me further, the sounds she made driving me mad. I wanted nothing more than to devour her, so in a rush of ecstasy, I latched on to her heavy breast, gently biting her nipple until it hardened in my mouth.
"Tell me," I repeated, ravaging her mouth next.
"I'm yours, Zion. Only yours."
Five glorious words were all it took to push me toward finishing.
\-I break.
I lose control.
Fuck.
My grip on her hips tightens, my body surging forward like I'm chasing the very soul she just handed to me. There's no holding back anymore.
Not after that. Not after hearing those words in her voice-breathless, reverent, like she finally understands that she belongs to me.
"Are you close, baby? I can't hold off much longer." My voice is wrecked, strained with
The brutal restraint I'm barely holding onto.
"I need you to come. I need to feel you break for me."
"Yes," she gasps, her hands clawing at my back, nails biting into my skin like she's anchoring herself.
"So close."
She closes her eyes and moves with me, matching my rhythm, the tension winding between us until it's unbearable.
"Look at me. I want to watch as you come on my cock. I want to feel you pulsate and unravel around me."
Her eyes immediately connected with mine.
She tangled her fingers in my hair and as her orgasm ripped through her, she tugged with all her might.
A slight sting shot through me, but it was the most delicious pain I'd ever felt.
"I can feel you throbbing around me," I groaned.
"I'm going to come," I rasp, voice thick with need and rough with desire.
My hands roam her body, claiming, possessive, memorising every inch, pressing into the places that make her arch, that steal her breath away.
I feel her whine, needy and desperate, as I pull back just enough to keep control.
My grip tightens as I pump inside her, the barrier between us doing nothing to dull the intensity.
Her body pulses around me, perfect and wild, and I watch her fall apart with my eyes locked, soul bared.
With a guttural groan, I come hot, heavy, and relentless- a white-hot surge tearing through me, shaking every muscle, every breath. It pulses through my veins, ignites my chest, blinds me, guts me-and it's the best fucking orgasm of my life.
Her thighs tremble beneath me, slick with sweat and the heat between us. I watch her, panting, her skin glistening, and know this moment is ours-raw, messy, and real.
I collapse over her, pressing my forehead to hers as we both tremble through the aftershocks.
"Mine," I whisper fiercely, possessively, my voice raw.
"Say it again."
Her voice is soft, spent, but sure.
"I'm yours, Zion."
I hold her tighter than I should.
I shouldn't grip her like this, as if I let go, she'll vanish. But I do.
I pull her in.
Closer.
Because I don't know how to stop needing her.
"Fuck," I breathe out, ragged breath as I slide my hands back to her, grounding myself in the warmth of her skin.
I lower my forehead to hers, a slow grin pulling at my lips-satisfied, hungry, something dark flickering in my eyes.
I kiss her face, slow and deliberate, each touch featherlight and maddening, my breath sharp with mint against the heat of her skin.
She whispers something I can't quite hear, and I just press my lips to her skin.
Slow.
Hungry.
Like she's the only oxygen I'll ever need.
And I realise it then:
I didn't just want her.
I needed her to survive.
She's mine.
And I'll burn down the fucking world to keep it that way.
I pull her close.
Probably tighter than I should, but I don't care. I need to feel her against me, need to remind myself she's really here.
That this just happened.
That I didn't imagine it.
Winter.
My Snowflake.
I just had her.
And it wasn't just sex.
It felt like more.
Like something broke open inside me and she's the only thing that filled the space.
My chest is still heaving, but the rush is fading. The chaos in my head? Gone. All I feel now is her. Her skin against mine. Her breath in my ear. Her heartbeat, steady and soft.
I look at her, her completely wrecked, beautiful as hell, and I still can't believe she's here.
With me.
And something deep in me decides I'm not letting her go.
Not now.
Not ever.
Her scent wrapped around me the second I leaned in, head dipping low as I gently brushed her hair to the side. Her breath caught when my lips touched the curve of her neck, soft and lingering.
My mind betrayed me, flashing images of her in every position I'd dreamed about, every way I want her.
Again.
Harder.
Deeper.
I curse myself silently-Get a grip. Fucking moron. .. control yourself.
Fuck...
I'd just taken her virginity.
She needs time. Space to breathe.
And I wouldn't push-not unless she wanted more.
No matter how badly I did.
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