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Chapter 67
~Zara’s POV~
I stirred slowly and woke up, the sun’s rays stread in through the curtains, casting a warm glow on the bed. I blinked, my eyes adjusting to the light’s intensity as it illuminated the room, and I felt the cool breeze on my skin, causing goosebumps.
My body ached in places I hadn’t even known could ache. The soreness spread from my thighs to my core, making it impossible to ignore the events of the night before. But before I could even process everything, my gaze fell on Snow, lying beside .
He looked utterly peaceful, his face relaxed in a way I’d never seen before.
His dark hair was tousled from sleep, framing his striking features. His strong jaw, softened by the morning light, was dusted with the faintest hint of stubble. My eyes trailed down, lingering on the hollow of his neck, before—
Hickeys.
My heart skipped a beat. Did I...?
"Yes, you did," Astrid’s amused voice echoed in my mind, breaking through the haze. "And you did more than that, Zara. Take a good look."
Despite better judgent, I followed Astrid’s prompting, my eyes drifting lower.
His chest was marked, too—hickeys scattered across his skin like little reminders of the wildness I’d unleashed last night. My face flad, the heat spreading from my cheeks down my neck as I swallowed hard.
Oh my God.
My gaze wandered further down, tracing the taut muscles of his abdon, lower and lower until... My breath caught in my throat. The duvet barely covered half of him, leaving his groin exposed to my wide, mortified eyes.
"Astrid, shut up!" I silently scolded as her teasing laughter filled my head.
"You were very wild last night, Zara," she purred.
Before I could even force myself to look away, mories flooded my mind—images of my lips pressed against his neck, of my hands gripping his shoulders, of ... begging. I squeezed my eyes shut, as if doing so could block out the vivid recollection.
But then I heard Snow stir, the subtle shift of the bed beneath his weight. My eyes shot open just in ti to et his.
Snow’s blue gaze, piercing even through the morning haze, locked on mine with a knowing glint.
His lips curled into that infuriating smirk that had tangled in knots before I could even form a coherent thought.
"Good morning, wifey," he greeted in a low, teasing voice, his words sending a jolt straight through .
I scrambled, trying to appear normal, nonchalant even though my insides were twisting into a nervous ss. "Good morning," I mumbled, looking everywhere but at him.
But Snow wasn’t having it. His lips brushed against my ear, his warm breath sending shivers down my spine.
"Mmm, are we pretending now?" I froze and he sensed it. "Weren’t you begging to go deeper? To pound you harder?" His voice was dark and low, dripping with heat.
My face turned a deeper shade of red as the mory crashed over .
’Goodness !’
I had begged. I had pleaded for more, completely undone by him.
Desperate to escape the embarrassnt, I made a clumsy attempt to get out of bed, but Snow was faster.
In one swift motion, his hand shot out, grabbing my wrist and pinning it above my head.
My breath hitched, my heart racing as he hovered over , his strong body caging in. The duvet was yanked away, exposing every inch of to his hungry gaze.
His eyes darkened as they road my bare skin, lingering in places that made heat pool low in my belly.
Snow’s tongue darted out to wet his lips as if savouring the view. I could feel the tension building, the air between us thick with anticipation, and I suddenly felt impossibly shy under his gaze.
"Snow—" I began, but my words were silenced by the press of his lips on mine.
The kiss was fierce, urgent, as if he had been waiting for this mont all night. His hands road my body, exploring with the sa possessiveness that had made my skin tingle the night before. My body responded instinctively, arching up into him, needing more.
He kissed harder and deeper, his tongue teasing mine, demanding a response. I could feel the weight of him pressing into the mattress, his hands moving from my wrists to glide down my sides, making shiver under his touch.
The raw need in his kiss stole my breath, leaving dizzy, and before I knew it, I was kissing him back just as desperately.
"Snow," I breathed his na between kisses, my voice trembling with want.
He pulled back just enough to whisper against my lips, "You don’t get to run from after last night, Zara." His eyes, still dark with desire, locked onto mine, making it impossible to look away. "Not when you begged for this."
I whimpered at his words, my heart pounding in my chest as his hands slid down to my hips, gripping firmly.
Snow’s mouth found my neck, kissing and biting the sensitive skin, each touch making moan softly, my body igniting under his touch. His lips moved lower, down to my collarbone, trailing hot kisses as his hands explored every inch of .
"Snow, please," I whispered, my body trembling beneath him.
He smirked against my skin, his lips brushing dangerously close to my breast as he murmured, "Please what, wifey?"
Imdiately, my traitrous nipples hardened. I silently pleaded for his lips to claim them, leaving wanting for more.
I arched my back, pushing them forward to his angry eyes, begging
But I was beyond words, too consud by the heat, by him. My hands reached for his hair, tugging gently as I tried to pull him closer. Snow growled in approval, his hands sliding lower, gripping my thighs as he spread them apart.
"You’re mine, Zara," he whispered before capturing my lips again, his kiss filled with more possessive hunger than I had seen before.
The next second, Snow’s fingers trailed between my sex and then thrust forward, completely shattering my senses.
"Aaaahhummm~" I moaned into his mouth.
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