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.
