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WARNING!!!
A little more than [MATURE CONTENT] in this chapter!!!
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Zion didn't stop.
He kept thrusting into Addison from behind, relentless and commanding, never changing their position. One hand wrapped firmly around her neck, tilting her chin upward so she was forced to stare at the ceiling, while the other cupped her breast—his fingers digging into her soft skin, leaving behind possessive marks that bloomed like bruised petals across her flesh.
His movements were rough, almost punishing, every snap of his hips fueled by frustration, need, and something deeper—something raw and wordless. Addison's cries of pleasure echoed through the room, hoarse and breathless, but Zion no longer begged her to stay. He let his body speak instead, each thrust an unspoken vow, a claim.