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CHAPTER 68
-Zara’s POV-
“Aaaumm~” I moaned into Snow’s mouth. And just like that, we were back at it, continuing where we left off the previous night.
“Round seven!” Snow announced.
“Wait-”
But there was no room for negotiation, no chance for
escape.
He kissed me hard, his tongue dominating my mouth as his fingers worked their magic in my core, coaxing the moans and pleas from my lips.
“Fuck,” he groaned. “You’re already so wet for me,
Zara.”
I squirmed beneath him, his words sending a wave of heat through me.
Snow’s lips trailed down my neck, nipping and sucking
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the sensitive skin, driving me wild. My hands gripped his hair, holding him closer, urging him on.
Snow’s fingers curled inside me, hitting that sweet spot and making me see stars. I cried out, my body trembling, the pleasure threatening to overwhelm me.
Snow’s free hand caressed my thigh as his touch burnt through me. His lips returned to mine, swallowing my moans while his fingers continued to stroke and tease, bringing me closer and closer to the edge.
I gasped, my toes curling as the pressure built, the pleasure intensifying with every thrust.
“Let go, Zara,” Snow whispered, his voice low and rough. “I want to feel you cum again.”
Those words undid me, and I let go, my orgasm
crashing over me, drowning me in wave after wave of
ecstasy.
I arched my back, my body trembling as the pleasure consumed me again.
Astrid purred happily within me and Glacier surged to the surface in response. Gosh, these two! I barely had time to register everything when Snow held me tight,
his touch grounding me as I came down from the high
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his kisses soothing the raw ache.
“Who knew making love to you could get you so beautiful and wild?” he murmured, his eyes filled with wonder as he gazed at me.
I blushed, unable to form a coherent response.
My hands reached up, threading through his hair as I pulled him closer. Our lips met in a tender kiss, filled with the same passion and longing as the first time
we’d kissed.
But Snow wasn’t satisfied, not even when I had come
undone three times in a row.
He pinned my wrists above my head and the memory of that happening the previous night came flooding in as the next second, Snow’s lips claimed mine once
again.
Snow’s kiss grew more intense, his hunger for me becoming very apparent. “Fuck, Zara,” he groaned with desire. “You’re driving me crazy.”
His hands slid down my body, caressing every curve as he explored, his touch leaving a trail of fire in its wake, making me shudder.
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I bit my lower lips. Nothing about pretending mattered. to me. I had craved him and now I had him with me.
“Snow,” I gasped, my body arching into him, craving
more.
“Say it,” he demanded roughly, his eyes burning with
need.
Like a hypnotised fool, I whispered those words to him, “I’m yours,” my breath caught in my throat as his
fingers brushed against my sex.
“Damn right, you are,” Snow growled, his grip on my hips tightening, his teeth sinking into my shoulder, making me moan softly.
His lips returned to mine, his hungry and demanding kiss, stealing the air from my lungs. My hands tugged at his hair, pulling him closer, needing him, wanting
him.
His fingers slid inside me, eliciting a moan from my lips, and his thumb pressed against my clit, rubbing slow, deliberate circles.
“Snow, please,” I gasped, desperate for him, wanting him to take me and claim me again. At the very least
hofors or my brain nroperly cleared and this
until
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probably never happens again.
“Please what, wifey?” he teased, his fingers curling inside me, hitting that spot that made me see stars.
“You,” I cried out, the pleasure overwhelming me, leaving me trembling beneath his touch. “I want you,
Snow.”
Snow groaned, fanning my cheeks with his hot breath as he kissed me hard, his hands gripping my hips.
“Yes, Zara,” he rasped. “Just like that.” He pinned me down, his cock poised at my entrance, the tip teasing me. “Mine,” he repeated, his gaze locking on mine. “Say “it, wifey.”
I moaned, arching into him, my body aching for him, “I’m yours, Snow.”
His hands dug into my skin as he plunged inside me, filling me and stretching me. Even after being sore from all the pounding I received yesterday, he was still very eager as my walls stretched to accommodate his length.
“Fuck,” Snow growled, his breath ragged. “You feel so fucking good, Zara.”
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I shuddered as the overwhelming sensation of him buried insid
