Chapter 160 We Belong Together
Chapter 160 We Belong Together
Zion traced his hand along the curve of Molly's waist, feeling the soft tremble of her skin under his touch. Her hair lay scattered across the floor, framing a face flushed with warmth and desire. She pulled him closer, her fingers digging firmly into his back as their breaths mingled.
Every touch seemed to strip away the days of fear and endless running that had defined their lives. Zion leaned down, pressing his lips against her jawline, trailing kisses along the sensitive skin of her throat until a soft sound escaped her lips. Molly arched up to meet him, her arms wrapping around his shoulders to pull his weight fully over hers. They heard nothing but the subtle beating of their breathing and the faint rustle of fabric as Zion pulled her shirt off, tossing it aside without breaking contact.
Her hands moved down his spine, feeling every line of tension that usually held him rigid slowly melt away under her hands. When their lips met again, the kiss deepened into something urgent and intense, a silent confession of how desperately they needed this moment. Zion shifted his hips as Molly helped unzip his jeans causing his fully hardened cock to spring free, with precum already leaking at its tip.
Molly looked down between them, at it, and swallowed, “I don’t know how that fit in me before.”
Zion smirked, his hand sliding down her thigh to lift her leg over his hip, “Don’t tease me. It’ll only be easier now.” He pressed himself against her underwear, his fingertips pulling her underwear aside. Molly gasped against his mouth, her head tilting back as he slowly pushed inside her. Her legs instinctively wrapped around his waist tightly causing Zion to chuckle.
“A little bit more…” he whispered into her ear. She tightened her arms around him too as he pushed inside, inch by inch. After a moment, he stopped moving.
Molly thought he was waiting for her permission to start moving, “You can start moving now.” She said quietly.
Zion laughed beside her ear, his warm breath sending shivers down her spine. “Baby, I’m not fully in yet.”
Molly instantly looked up at him, shocked, she was met with his cheeky smile, “Not all in?” Her eyes were wide.
“Not all in.” He confirmed, Zion released her hip and traced a line to her already wet core, his fingers found her clit, and Molly released a moan. He slowly began to rub her clit till she felt her visibly begin to relax as she arched against his fingers searching for more.
He finally withdrew his fingers causing Molly to voice her disapproval. “So needy.” He laughed and started moving in slow thrusts at first, before picking up the pace with his cock inside her.
She tried to match his rhythm, bouncing her hips.
Their bodies moved together, completely lost in the immediate sensation of touch and shared warmth. Zion looked right into her eyes which mirrored his own deep affection. “You’re so beautiful.” He raised her hips and thrust deeper inside her, Molly cried out in ecstasy. He held her hips firmly, thrusting continuously, as she raised her hands to frame his cheeks, drawing him back down for another deep, intoxicating kiss, sweat glistening on their skin as Molly clawed at his back, her nails leaving marks, she couldn’t get enough of him.
“Oh, Zion…”
“I love you, Molly. So so much...” he breathed out, the words slurred by the pleasure of their bodies joining.
Then suddenly, a loud, jarring crunch echoed from the porch outside, instantly freezing them both in place.
Zion froze mid-motion, his muscles locking as he hovered over Molly, his heart pounding violently against his ribs. Molly blinked, the hazy pleasure in her eyes evaporating instantly into sharp alertness. Another muffled thump followed, accompanied by the distinct sound of heavy boots scraping against old, rotting wood right outside the cabin door.
Zion pulled back, his whole body going still and alert, every nerve suddenly tuned to the sound. Molly blinked, she felt him pull out of her and internally protested but got up anyway as she grabbed her shirt from the floor and pulled it over her head. Zion was already reaching for his trousers, sliding them on fast, his eyes on the door.
Another thump. Then the unmistakable scrape of heavy boots on rotting wood directly outside.
"Someone's out there," Molly whispered, stating the obvious.
Zion was already on his feet, scanning the empty room. His eyes landed on an iron poker near the cold fireplace and he crossed to it without a word. He positioned himself between Molly and the door, poker raised, feet planted.
The door groaned on its hinges and swung open.
Two men filled the frame. Both tall, dressed in thick camouflage jackets and mud-caked boots, shotguns slung over their shoulders, canvas bags heavy with dead pheasants hanging at their sides. They stopped when they saw Zion standing in the middle of the room with the poker up, Molly behind him still pulling up her jeans.