Contract Marriage With Alpha Snow-Chapter 457: What I Missed

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Chapter 457

~Zara’s POV~

I nodded, and as if on cue, or he needed a bit more of encouragement, he moved down again and took two long licks, and oh goodness, I shuddered.

He went on to continue sucking me, occassionally using his tongue to fuck me, leaving me breathless.

I mean one moment I thought he was going to do the deed and not tease me but the next, he went back down to continue what he started.

I was still catching my breath, body limp with satisfaction, when Snow pulled back, his lips glistening with proof of how thoroughly he’d worshiped me.

He looked proud of himself—smug even—his blue eyes burning with desire as he kissed the inside of my thigh one last time.

"You’re glowing," he murmured. "Like moonlight right after a storm."

I reached for him, my fingers curling around the back of his neck, drawing him up to me. "And you," I whispered, flipping us suddenly and straddling his hips, "look like you need a little reward."

He raised an eyebrow, amused. "Do I?"

"Oh, you do," I murmured against his skin."

"Nah, my reward is seeing you come undone before I make love to you like it’s our first and last."

That promise was something I looked forward to, but right now, I wanted to do this. I missed him, missed his body, and missed our intimate time.

I slid down his body, leaving a trail of kisses over his chest and down his stomach. "You’ve given me so much tonight. Let me return the favor."

Snow’s breath caught as I kissed lower, hovering over the hardness pressing up between us. I looked up at him through my lashes, watching his expression change into one of anticipation, hunger and awe.

Zara, the goddess in his eyes. And tonight, I wanted to give him everything.

I wrapped my fingers around his dick—slowly, deliberately—feeling the pulse of his desire in my hand. He was thick, warm, and impossibly hard. I stroked him gently, loving the way his breath hitched, the way his hands curled into the sheets.

"You always look so good like this," I said softly. "All mine for the taking, and my dick is yours, all yours," he rasped.

I leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to the tip, then another along the shaft. His hips twitched beneath me, but he didn’t push—he never did. Snow let me take the lead, trusting me with his body just as I trusted him.

My lips closed around him, slowly and softly at first. His groan echoed through the room like raw, primal thunder.

I took more of him into my mouth, inch by inch, swirling my tongue around the head before pulling back just enough to tease.

"Zara..." Snow breathed, hand moving to cradle the back of my head gently. Not to guide. Just to feel me. Just to anchor.

I built a slow rhythm using my tongue, my lips, my hand—giving him all of me. I loved watching him unravel. His head fell back, chest rising and falling, mouth parted in pleasure.

"You’re going to make me lose it," he growled.

Good.

Just to heighten his pleasure, I moaned around him, and that sound—the vibration—made him shudder beneath me.

"Zara, gods, I—"

He didn’t finish the sentence. He didn’t have to.

I felt him tighten, felt the moment his control broke. Quickly, I took hold of this moment and bobbed my head up and down.

Snow cursed and groaned and bucked his hips, fingers tangling in my hair but not pushing, never pushing.

He released my hair, and his hand clenched in the sheets, muscles locking as he came with a sharp gasp of my name, pleasure radiating through him like lightning.

I swallowed, the salty taste coating my tongue. He was panting, flushed, completely breathless.

And, still, I wasn’t done.

I eased him through it, slow and tender, until he collapsed back against the pillows, boneless and breathless.

I kissed his stomach and chest. Before climbing back up his body. "Come here, love."

I did, and Snow kissed me again, slowly. "Let me make love to you," he whispered, and I melted as I curled into his arms.

No sooner had I done that than Snow flipped us over, changing our positions. "You’re dangerous," he murmured into my hair.

I smiled against his skin. "Only to you."

"Exactly. And I wouldn’t want it any other way."

Snow reached down, gripped himself, and with one slow, deliberate motion, guided the head of his cock to my entrance.

My back arched as he pushed inside—inch by delicious inch—stretching me, filling me and claiming me.

"Gods..." I moaned, clutching at his shoulders. He was so deep, and yet it still wasn’t enough. I wanted more of him, of this, of us.

Snow didn’t move right away. He stilled, buried deep, his forehead pressed against mine, our breaths mingling in the space between us.

"I love the way you wrap around me," he whispered. "Like we were made to fit."

"Me too," I moaned as my walls tighteend around his dick.

Then he began to move—slow, deep thrusts that made me feel every inch of him. He kissed my neck, nipped at my collarbone, and worshiped every sound I made as if it fueled him.

"You’re so tight, so warm..." His voice was rough, frayed at the edges. "You were made for me."

The rhythm built, deeper, harder. The wet, slick sounds of our bodies meeting filled the room, broken only by the gasps and moans I couldn’t hold back.

I clung to him, legs wrapped around his waist, body moving in perfect rhythm with his.

"Snow—harder," I pleaded, needing to fall again, to lose myself in him.

He growled—a deep, primal sound and flipped us without warning, taking me with him. Now I straddled him, impaled on his cock, my hands braced on his chest, his hands gripping my hips.

"Ride me," he commanded in a voice like thunder. "Show me how much you want me."

My lips pulled back in a smirk, and I did.

I moved, slow at first, then faster, grinding down, bouncing, circling my hips as he watched me through hooded eyes, utterly undone.

"You’re driving me insane," he panted, eyes dark and wild. "Look at you. Look at how you take me."

"Snow," I whimpered, pleasure curling tight again.

"I’ve got you, love," he whispered. "Let go. Let me feel you fall apart."

And I did—again—shattering around him with a scream as he surged up into me one final time, groaning my name as he followed me over the edge.

We collapsed together in a tangle of limbs and sweat, bodies still trembling, breaths erratic.

Wrapped in his arms, heart pounding against his, I knew one thing for certain.

I was his completely, and Snow proved it when he changed our positions to missionary as he lifted both of my legs on his shoulder and entered me again much deeper.

A gasp tore through my lips at how deep he was inside of me and the pressure from the new angle.

I felt full. And he didn’t stop there.

"Snow," I moaned.

"Fuck, you’re so tight and warm, Zara. I missed this, missed you, missed being inside you, love." freēnovelkiss.com

"Me too, now please, go harder, Snow. Show me what I missed all this time."

He grunted, hips snapping.

I cried out as he pounded into me, the pleasure almost too much. I wanted more, and so he gave me more.

"Gods, you’re perfect."

"Snow, please, faster."

Snow was not holding back now.

"Zara, gods..."

His pace increased, and the slap of our skin echoed through the room.

My nails dug into his back, the pleasure building, winding tighter.

"Snow, please."

"As you wish, my queen."