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~Zara’s POV~
The kiss was rough at first like he was trying to prove sothing, but it quickly turned more intense, as if he couldn’t get enough and neither could I.
The heat between us skyrocketed. My body reacted instantly, my arms wrapping around his neck as I kissed him back. I lost myself in the taste of him, the feel of his hands sliding down my back, pulling closer.
His scent overwheld , and I felt Astrid co forward. Her desire mingled with mine, intensifying the connection.
I wanted more.
I needed more.
Snow growled low in his throat, his hand slipping to my waist as he pushed against the wall, his body pressing into mine. I gasped into his mouth as his weight settled against , every nerve in my body on fire.
But just as I thought I’d explode from the intensity of it all, he pulled back, breaking the kiss, and leaving breathless and aching.
My panicked eyes searched his, looking for an explanation for this craziness. But all I t were genuine desires flickering in them.
"Zara." His voice was ragged with restraint. "If we keep going..."
I didn’t care. I couldn’t think or process anything beyond the overwhelming need that pulsed through .
And gods above, help ! I knew I didn’t want to stop.
Not now.
Not when all my heart desires were standing dreamily right before . My fingers curled into his shirt, pulling him closer as I whispered, "Don’t stop."
Snow’s eyes darkened, flashing with sothing primal, sothing powerful.
His hands tightened on my waist, pulling flush against him, and I felt the heat of his body through the thin fabric of my dress.
The restraint in his voice slipped, replaced by the raw, undeniable pull of the mating season, the bond between our wolves pushing us forward toward sothing we could no longer control.
"This..." His voice was ragged as he leaned closer. His lips brushed against my ear, sending a shiver down my spine. "This is what you want?"
"Yes," I breathed, arching into him, needing to feel his warmth, needing him. "I want this. I want you."
At that mont, there was no turning back. Snow’s lips found mine again, but this ti, the kiss was fiercer and more demanding.
The air between us pulsed with electricity, and the world seed to shrink until there were only the two of us—him and .
Snow’s hands road my body, fingers sliding over the curve of my hips, tracing the lines of my thighs before lifting effortlessly. I wrapped my legs around his waist, feeling the hard press of his chest against mine, the thrum of his heart beating in ti with mine.
He pressed harder against the tree, the bark digging into my back, but I didn’t care.
All I could feel was the heat of his body, the way his hands gripped like he’d never let go, like he needed as much as I needed him.
His lips trailed down my neck, soft kisses mixed with the occasional bite, sending waves of pleasure down my spine.
My head fell back, a moan escaping my lips as his teeth grazed my skin, igniting a fire that burnt through my veins.
"Zara..." His voice was rough, guttural, and filled with barely restrained need. "I can’t—"
"Don’t," I whispered, my fingers tangling in his hair and pulling him closer. "Don’t stop."
I didn’t want him to stop.
I didn’t care about anything but this mont, this connection, this pull between us that I couldn’t deny any longer. And as our lips crashed together again, I knew... this wasn’t just about desire.
This was about sothing deeper, primal and ancient, that went beyond just us. It was our wolves, the full moon, the mating season—everything pulling us together in a way we couldn’t resist.
His hands slipped beneath my dress, rough calluses sliding over smooth skin, making shiver.
He lifted the hem of my dress, his fingers teasing along the edges of my underwear. His touch was intoxicating, and I knew—if he didn’t do more, I’d die from the anticipation.
But instead of the expected, Snow paused, his grip tightening as he pulled back slightly. "Want to take this inside?"
I didn’t, and neither did Astrid, the two of us knowing the answer. I wanted to reply verbally but couldn’t. Words didn’t seem to form, so I simply nodded.
Snow growled softly, the sound rumbling through . He lifted higher, carrying with ease. I clung to him, feeling the strength in his muscles, and the power of his body as he held like I weighed nothing.
His hands slipped beneath my dress, rough calluses sliding over smooth skin, making shiver.
He lifted the hem of my dress, his fingers teasing along the edges of my underwear. His touch was intoxicating, and I knew—if he didn’t do more, I’d die from the anticipation.
I wrapped my arms around his neck, burying my face against his skin, breathing in the intoxicating scent of him.
My heart raced, my body burning with need.
Snow carried inside the pack house, and within a few steps, I felt the softness of a mattress beneath . We tumbled onto the bed, his body settling on top of mine.
For a mont, we just lay there, catching our breath, the reality of what was about to happen sinking in. But then Snow pulled back, gazing down at with such intensity, such passion, that it made my heart skip a beat.
He reached out, brushing a stray lock of hair from my face. His fingers trailed along my cheek, leaving a trail of heat in their wake.
"You are so beautiful, Zara." His voice was low, husky, filled with the sa need that pulsed through .
I blushed and averted my gaze, feeling a little embarrassed, but also, there was a sense of happiness. Snow leaned in, his lips grazing my ear as he whispered, "There’s nothing to be embarrassed about, beautiful."
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