Chapter 320: Chapter 320 I Want You
His emerald eyes darkened further as he leaned close, his voice a husky plea.
"Don’t stop, baby..."
Addison felt as though she were holding a hot potato; part of her wanted to pull away, yet another part craved to continue. The thought that she was gripping Zion’s reins and holding a kind of power over him sent a rush of exhilaration through her veins.
Their hands lingered, "massaging" each other as if testing how far they could push, their eyes locked on every flicker of reaction. Zion, of course, wanted to go further, but even he knew he was already pushing the limits, sneaking touches like this in broad daylight while surrounded by others.
Fortunately, they were outdoors, and the breeze carried away Addison’s arousal, scattering her scent before anyone else could catch it.
"Ugh." Zion grunted, his breathing growing ragged as sweat beaded along his forehead. He was close, aching to reach his peak, but not once did he shut his eyes or break his gaze from Addison.
If anything, his stare only darkened, burning with hunger the more her hand stroked and held his cock. Addison, to her own surprise, found herself equally invested, not just in what she was doing, but in watching him unravel.
To see this arrogant man, usually so smug and untouchable, folding under her touch was far more satisfying than any of his teasing smirks.
"Addie... you look like you’re enjoying this too, hmm?" Zion murmured, his hot breath fanning against her lips, every shaky exhale betraying how close he was to losing control.
"Then... do you want me to stop?" Addison’s lips curved into a slow, taunting smile as her gaze locked onto Zion’s darkened eyes. She knew she was playing with fire, challenging him now, when his arousal was at its peak and the mate bond burned just as fiercely in him as it did in her.
But the mischievous part of her craved this moment. She wanted to watch Zion crumble in her palm, to see the high and mighty man who once dismissed her past self brought low on his knees, begging for release, desperate for her to let him cum.
Maybe it was the shadow of her trauma, or maybe it was simply her need to seize control, but seeing him weak before her felt like reclaiming something that had once been stolen.
’Oh, how good it feels to make this man beg.’ Addison thought, a dark thrill curling inside her. She knew she was being petty and vindictive, but so what? Compared to everything she had endured, this was nothing.
Watching the very source of her trauma fold beneath her touch, submitting to her, felt intoxicating, exhilarating even in a way that made her blood sing.
"Master, I believe you’re being tainted by the remnants of the Corrupted Energy from the dark fairies..." Sihda’s voice suddenly rang in her mind, breaking through her haze.
"Tainted? Corrupted Energy?" Addison blinked in surprise, leaning back slightly even as Zion’s hands continued to circle her most sensitive nub. The ache within her only grew, leaving her craving more than just this teasing touch.
"Yes, Master. I sensed the fluctuation in you, and it pulled me from my sleep. That’s why your thoughts have started to turn dark. They may not be harmful yet, but I wanted to remind you that you’re being affected. Since you’re aware now, I’ll return to rest, you can purify yourself with my power, as you already have access to it..." Sihda’s voice faded, their connection falling silent.
Almost at the same time, Addison’s body betrayed her. Heat surged through her core, her inner walls clenching in wild contractions as her eyes rolled back, lost in the wave that finally crashed over her.
"Looks like I’m still not doing enough if you can get distracted with me right in front of you, hmm?" Zion’s voice was low, rough with desire. Addison didn’t even realize his hand had already slipped inside her riding pants until his fingers began pumping in and out of her slick folds, exactly where her body ached for him most.
The sudden intrusion made her quiver, pleasure crashing over her in waves until every thought of Sihda and its warning was ripped away, leaving only Zion and the heat he forced from her.
"Hng, Zion... you’re so sly..." Addison gasped between ragged breaths. The fact that they were out in the open only seemed to heighten her arousal; anyone could stumble closer and see what they were doing.
Or maybe they already knew and were deliberately keeping their distance, giving the newly mated pair their space. After all, everyone understood how insatiable an Alpha’s sex drive could be. Just the thought made Addison’s head spin in a haze, her core spasming harder as she clenched desperately around Zion’s fingers.
"Looks like you’re getting a little too excited. Enjoying the thrill of being caught, hmm?" Zion teased, rolling his hips to coax her hand back into motion when she faltered, lost in her own rising pleasure.
"Don’t forget about me, baby... I’m close too..." he murmured, capturing her lips in a hungry kiss.
"Fuck, Addie... I missed so many years of this," Zion growled between desperate kisses, his voice thick with regret and hunger. "I want to devour you right here, make up for all that lost time because of my stupidity. I want to worship you, the way a mate should."
The promise in his words made Addison’s already spasming inner walls clench tighter, her body responding before her mind could catch up.
Just imagining him worshiping her, how his mouth would be trailing over every inch of her skin, how his hands would be hungry yet trembling with gentleness as if afraid to break her, filled her with a dizzying mix of contradiction, pleasure, and desire.
Addison clung to Zion’s solid shoulders as the pleasure built inside her, carrying her closer to the edge. Her nails sank into his muscles, leaving faint crescents on his skin, but instead of flinching, Zion snarled low in satisfaction, as if her scratches only fueled his desire. Her hand continued stroking his shaft, slow and deliberate, drawing a shudder from him.
"Do you want me?" Addison whispered, her voice laced with challenge and need as her fingers tightened around him.
Zion braced one hand against the tree beside her head, his body trembling with restraint. "Yes," he rasped, his tone raw with sincerity. "I’m dying to fuck you. I want you, with everything I am, with my whole soul. Addie..."
His lips pressed to hers in a feather-light kiss before trailing reverently across her cheek, along her jawline, brushing the tip of her nose, then lingering on her forehead.
Each touch felt like a vow, as though he was marking her little by little, pouring his devotion gently so his overwhelming desire wouldn’t smother her.
As tender as his lips were, Zion’s fingers told a different story as they kept thrusting faster, curling deep inside her soaked pussy until Addison whimpered helplessly. Every stroke pressed against her sweet spot, sending shocks of pleasure through her that made her hips roll instinctively, grinding against his hand.
"That’s it, baby," Zion growled, his voice thick with hunger. "Ride my fingers... just like that."