Chapter 11 Love Or Hate?
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WARNING!!!
A little more than [MATURE CONTENT] in this Chapter!!!
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But instead of granting her release, Zion suddenly withdrew his fingers, his touch vanishing just as Addison was on the brink. The loss of sensation sent a sharp wave of frustration through her, her body trembling with unfulfilled need.
"Then say it... say you won't leave," Zion murmured, his voice low and commanding.
Addison's lips parted, but she stubbornly bit back a response. She pouted, refusing to give in, though the ache between her thighs was unbearable. Her body betrayed her—her core twitching violently in protest, desperate for the pleasure he had so cruelly stolen away.
Zion, seeing her stubbornness, softened his approach. "Sweetheart, just say you won't leave... and I promise, I'll make you feel even better. Hmm?" His tone turned coaxing, seductive, though even he was surprised by the tenderness in his voice.
As he spoke, he began unbuttoning his shirt with deliberate slowness, his fingers grazing over his own heated skin. Then, his hands moved to his own belt, the sound of the buckle clicking open sending a thrill through Addison.
She couldn't help but stare at him—her mate. His honey-colored skin gleamed under the dim light, a light sheen of sweat making him look even more intoxicating. His emerald eyes, no longer glowing, now held a different kind of intensity—one that made her feel like the center of his universe. His tousled hair added a dangerous, effortless allure to his rugged handsomeness.
And then she saw it—her slick love juice coating his lips and chin, glistening in the light. The sight made her insides churn with renewed heat, her breath hitching, her chest rising and falling in shallow pants. Her eyes misted over, glazed with unshed tears of frustration and unbearable desire.