The Alpha's Regret Return Of The Betrayed Luna (Addison) novel Chapter 373

Chapter 373: Chapter 373 Round Two

She never finished what she was about to say.

Zion slammed into her again, a sharp, merciless thrust that stole the rest of her words. The sound of skin meeting skin filled the open space, his pace turning feral, hard, fast, relentless.

Her breath hitched in ragged sobs of pleasure as her back arched and her nails dug into his shoulders. Her mind went blank, her body overwhelmed as if every thrust pushed her higher, closer, until she was right there, dangling at the edge of a cliff, unable to think, unable to breathe, only feel.

"Good girl," Zion growled, his voice dripping with approval as a wicked grin tugged at his lips. "Then let me reward you properly..."

He didn’t slow down this time. His hips snapped forward, deep and deliberate, chasing their shared release as if he was sculpting it with every thrust. Watching Addison come undone beneath him, her body pliant yet trembling, her earlier glare of frustration now melted into gasping need, it made something primal in him burn hotter.

’God, she looked so damn adorable when she was trying to hide how much she wanted it, biting back her moans like she still had pride left to protect.’

She wasn’t used to voicing what she wanted, not in bed, not when the heat between them stripped everything down to instinct and sound. But Zion wanted to break that; no, he wanted to teach her.

He wanted her to learn how to say it. To command it. To tell him exactly what she wanted and take it like the queen she was meant to be.

So instead of letting her just ride the waves, he’d make her steer them. He’d make her feel what it was like to rule the storm—with him as the tide, crashing and rising beneath her, ready to obey every word that fell from her lips.

By being vocal, by telling him exactly what she wanted and how she wanted it, Addison wasn’t just surrendering to pleasure; she was taking control of it. Every moan, every breathless plea would shape the rhythm between them, turning their mating into something more than instinct; it became a connection, raw and real.

When she finally reached her climax that way, it wouldn’t just be because of what Zion gave her, it would be because she demanded it, claimed it. And that thought alone made his blood run hotter.

Because when she came undone beneath him after baring her wants so shamelessly, he’d feel it too, deeper than the body, closer than breath. Their peaks would merge, their hearts beating in sync, until he couldn’t tell where his pleasure ended and hers began.

Their bodies moved in perfect sync, slick skin against skin, each thrust rougher, deeper, hungrier than the last. Zion’s pace didn’t falter, not even as his breathing turned ragged and the muscles in his abdomen coiled tight with that familiar burn rising from his gut.

He could feel Addison’s walls gripping him, pulsing around his cock like she was desperate to drag every drop from him, and the thought made his control snap thread by thread.

"Fuck, baby... I’m close..." Zion growled against her lips, his words broken between gasps and guttural groans. "Let’s cum together, yeah?"

He lifted her thighs higher, pressing them against his chest as he buried himself to the hilt, the new angle making Addison cry out. Her nails clawed at his back, her moans spilling like broken music as his relentless thrusts made her tremble and shake beneath him.

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