HAPTER 67
-Zara’s POV-
I stirred slowly and woke up, the sun’s rays streamed in through the curtains, casting a warm glow on the bed. I blinked, my eyes adjusting to the light’s intensity as it illuminated the room, and I felt the cool breeze on my skin, causing goosebumps.
My body ached in places I hadn’t even known could ache. The soreness spread from my thighs to my core, making it impossible to ignore the events of the night before. But before I could even process everything, my gaze fell on Snow, lying beside me.
He looked utterly peaceful, his face relaxed in a way I’d
never seen before.
His dark hair was tousled from sleep, framing his striking features. His strong jaw, softened by the morning light, was dusted with the faintest hint of stubble. My eyes trailed down, lingering on the hollow
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of his neck, before-
Hickeys.
My heart skipped a beat. Did I…?
“Yes, you did,” Astrid’s amused voice echoed in my mind, breaking through the haze. “And you did more than that, Zara. Take a good look.”
Despite better judgement, I followed Astrid’s prompting, my eyes drifting lower.
His chest was marked, too–hickeys scattered across
his skin like little reminders of the wildness I’d
unleashed last night. My face flamed, the heat spreading from my cheeks down my neck as I
swallowed hard.
Oh my God.
My gaze wandered further down, tracing the taut muscles of his abdomen, lower and lower until… My breath caught in my throat. The duvet barely covered half of him, leaving his groin exposed to my wide, mortified eyes.
“Astrid, shut up!” I silently scolded as her teasing laughter filled my head.
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“You were very wild last night, Zara,” she purred.
Before I could even force myself to look away, memories flooded my mind–images of my lips pressed against his neck, of my hands gripping his shoulders, of me… begging. I squeezed my eyes shut, as if doing so could block out the vivid recollection.
But then I heard Snow stir, the subtle shift of the bed beneath his weight. My eyes shot open just in time to
meet his.
Snow’s blue gaze, piercing even through the morning haze, locked on mine with a knowing glint.
His lips curled into that infuriating smirk that had me tangled in knots before I could even form a coherent thought.
“Good morning, wifey,” he greeted in a low, teasing voice, his words sending a jolt straight through me.
I scrambled, trying to appear normal, nonchalant even though my insides were twisting into a nervous mess. “Good morning,” I mumbled, looking everywhere but at
him.
But Snow wasn’t having it. His lips brushed against my
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“Mmm, are we pretending now?” I froze and he sensed it. “Weren’t you begging me to go deeper? To pound you harder?” His voice was dark and low, dripping with heat.
My face turned a deeper shade of red as the memory crashed over me.
‘Goodness me!‘
I had begged. I had pleaded for more, completely undone by him.
Desperate to escape the embarrassment, I made a clumsy attempt to get out of bed, but Snow was faster.
In one swift motion, his hand shot out, grabbing my wrist and pinning it above my head.
My breath hitched, my heart racing as he hovered over me, his strong body caging me in. The duvet was yanked away, exposing every inch of me to his hungry
gaze.
His eyes darkened as they roamed my bare skin, lingering in places that made heat pool low in my belly.
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Snow’s tongue darted out to wet his lips as if savouring the view. I could feel the tension building, the air
between us thick with anticipation, and I suddenly felt impossibly shy under his gaze.
“Snow-” I began, but my words were silenced by the press of his lips on mine.
The kiss was fierce, urgent, as if he had been waiting for this moment all night. His hands roamed my body, exploring with the same possessiveness that had made my skin tingle the night before. My body responded instinctively, arching up into him, needing more.
He kissed me harder and deeper, his tongue teasing mine, demanding a response. I could feel the weight of him pressing me into the mattress, his hands moving from my wrists to glide down my sides, making me shiver under his touch.
The raw need in his kiss stole my breath, leaving me dizzy, and before I knew it, I was kissing him back just as desperately.
“Snow,” I breathed his name between kisses, my voice trembling with want.
He pulled back just enough to whisper against my lips,
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“You don’t get to run from me after last night, Zara.” His eyes, still dark with desire, locked onto mine, making it impossible to look away. “Not when you begged for this.”
I whimpered at his words, my heart pounding in my chest as his hands slid down to my hips, gripping me firmly.
Snow’s mouth found my neck, kissing and biting the sensitive skin, each touch making me moan softly, my body igniting under his touch. His lips moved lower, down to my collarbone, trailing hot kisses as his hands explored every inch of me.
“Snow, please,” I whispered, my body trembling
beneath him.
He smirked against my skin, his lips brushing dangerously close to my breast as he murmured, “Please what, wifey?”
Immediately, my traitrous nipples hardened. I silently pleaded for his lips to claim them, leaving me wanting
for more.
I arched my back, pushi
