The Alpha's Regret Return Of The Betrayed Luna (Addison) novel Chapter 371

Chapter 371: Chapter 371 Wanting To Mark Her

His lips curled into a smirk.

"Fuck, Addie... this is so fucking hot," he growled, voice rough and low before slamming his cock back inside her, harder this time—deep enough to make her gasp. He couldn’t stop himself; the sight, the sound, the feel of her clenching around him lit every nerve in his body on fire.

Overwhelmed, Zion lowered his head and bit into Addison’s collarbone, not hard enough to draw blood, but deep enough to leave a mark. His gums ached, his instincts clawing at him, begging him to sink his teeth into her flesh, to mark her.

The urge burned through him like wildfire, and it took everything in him to hold back, to stop himself from marking her without her consent. One wrong move, and he could lose her again, and that was something he couldn’t bear.

"Ah! Zion, are you a dog?!" Addison screamed hoarsely, her voice cracking between pleasure and disbelief as Zion kept pounding into her, each thrust rocking her body while she dangled helplessly in his grip. Her lashes fluttered wildly, her breath coming in broken gasps.

The bite on her collarbone stung, a sharp, possessive pain, but it sent a pulse of heat straight between her thighs. She didn’t know if she’d lost her mind or if she’d simply become addicted to him, but the moment his teeth sank into her skin, her walls clenched around him tight.

Maybe it was because deep down, she wanted that bite to be on her neck, where his mark should be. The thought alone made her shiver. But instead, Zion had chosen to bite somewhere else... holding himself back, giving her space to decide, even as his body screamed to mark her.

That contradiction, the raw brutality wrapped in restraint, made the pleasure hit harder, until all Addison could do was moan his name again, trembling from the mixture of pain, heat, and need flooding her body.

"Oh?!" Zion rasped, pulling back just enough to meet Addison’s dazed eyes, his lips glistening from where he’d just bitten her. Then, with a guttural growl, he drove his hips forward — hard — burying himself to the hilt. Addison’s body arched, a broken moan tearing from her throat as her legs trembled around him.

"But it felt like you liked that bite," Zion murmured against her slick skin, his breath hot and ragged as he thrust again, deeper this time. "The way you clenched around me... I almost thought you were trying to milk me dry."

His words vibrated against her chest, every thrust punctuated by a harsh exhale, by the sound of skin meeting skin—wet, raw, desperate.

Addison, unable to form a comeback, snapped instead, her lips parting before she sank her teeth into Zion’s arm, hard enough to draw blood. The metallic tang hit her tongue as her jaw tightened, marking him in defiance, a silent challenge.

But when she dared to look up, Zion’s eyes weren’t angry; they were gleaming with dark amusement, the corners crinkling as his grin widened. "Fuck..." he hissed, the pain only stoking the fire burning in him.

She felt it too, his cock twitching inside her just before he slammed into her again, rough and unrestrained, the force stealing her breath as her inner walls tightened around him.

"Yes, baby, mark me," Zion groaned, his voice low and rough with hunger. "Leave your mark all over my body so everyone knows I fucking belong to you." His words came out between heavy breaths as his hips snapped forward again and again, driving deeper into her pussy.

His left hand caught the underside of Addison’s thigh, lifting it higher, opening her up completely for him. The new angle made her gasp, her nails dragging down his back while his thrusts grew harder, more desperate.

Zion let out a deep, throaty chuckle that vibrated against her skin as he kept moving inside her, not giving her even a moment to breathe. Each thrust drove another broken, breathless moan out of Addison’s lips—hoarse and trembling, like she was unraveling with every push.

Her eyes, rimmed red from tears of overstimulation, shot him a glare that was meant to be fierce and defiant. But to Zion, it only made her look sinfully adorable with flushed cheeks, parted lips, and body trembling beneath him. The sight clawed at his sanity, feeding the wild hunger burning through his veins.

"Keep looking at me like that," he rasped, voice low and rough, "and I swear I’ll lose whatever control I have left..."

His hips snapped harder, faster, the sound of their bodies meeting echoing wetly in the air as he chased her breathless cries, each one sounding more like a plea than a protest.

"D–Damn, man!" Addison gasped out between ragged moans, her voice breaking as her body trembled under Zion’s relentless pace. Every thrust made her cry out louder, each sound a mix of pleasure and disbelief at how good it felt.

Zion grinned darkly, loving every second of it. She had never been this alive, this wild, beneath him before. The way her body moved—arching, trembling, clenching around him—told him everything he needed to know. She wasn’t just taking him anymore; she was feeling him, losing herself in the rhythm, in him.

Earlier, she had looked overwhelmed, like she couldn’t handle it, but now, she’d surrendered. Her mind was gone, her body ruled by pure instinct and pleasure.