FINAL CHAPTER

FINAL CHAPTER
WINTER

I’m still shaking when he finally eases off, his mouth leaving me with one last slow, possessive lick that makes my whole body jerk like I’ve been shocked.

My clit throbs—raw, swollen, too sensitive—and every breath feels like fire.

I’m drenched, slick running down my thighs, pooling beneath me on the sheets. I can barely think, can barely breathe.

He lifts his head, lips glistening, eyes dark and predatory.
“There’s one greedy part of me that’s burning with jealousy,” he murmurs, voice thick and rough,

“and it’s definitely not the part that just had you coming apart on my face.”

“Wow,” I breathe, half-laughing, half-dazed.

“You’re such a romantic.”

He crawls up my body.

He braces on his forearms above me, caging me in, and I can smell myself on his lips, on his chin, smeared across his stubble.

It’s obscene.

It’s perfect.

His eyes are black with hunger, pupils blown so wide there’s almost no iris left.

He’s breathing hard, chest heaving, cock heavy and leaking against my inner thigh—thick, ridged veins pulsing under velvet skin.

His hands slide into my hair, fingers curling at the roots. He tugs my head closer, tilting my face up to his.

“Kiss me like your life depends on it.”

I do.

I surge up and crash my mouth against his, tasting myself on his tongue—salty-sweet, obscene, intoxicating.

Our teeth clash, lips bruise, tongues tangle like we’re trying to devour each other whole.

I suck hard on his bottom lip until he groans into my mouth, the sound vibrating straight down to my still-pulsing clit.

Before I can think, I hook a leg around his hip, twist, and flip us. He lands flat on his back with a surprised huff, and I’m straddling him in an instant—thighs spread wide over his hips.

My mouth is everywhere.

I kiss the sharp edge of his chin, scrape my teeth along his jaw, suck at the spot just below his ear where his pulse hammers.

He moans loud and unashamed, the sound arrowing straight to my clit.

Liquid fire races through me. I’m so turned on I’m shaking, clit throbbing with every roll of my hips.

His hands roam my bare back, rough palms sliding up to cup my breasts, thumbs flicking over my nipples until they’re aching, swollen peaks.

He pinches, rolls, tugs—each sharp tug sending lightning down my spine. I arch into his touch, grinding harder, faster, the direct slide of his cock along my slit almost too much.

Shit.

He curls his hand around the nape of my neck, pulling me closer.

My lips leave his slowly, trailing along the sharp line of his jaw.

His pulse beats fast under my tongue when I reach the side of his throat.

I can’t help it—I press an open-mouthed kiss there first, tasting salt and skin and him.

Then I let my teeth graze the tender spot just below his ear.

He exhales sharply.

I bite down—careful but firm—sinking my teeth into the soft flesh where neck meets shoulder. His whole body tenses under my hands.

A low hiss escapes him, half pain, half pleasure, the sound vibrating against my mouth. It sends a shiver racing down my spine.

I don’t let go yet.

Instead I suck hard, drawing the skin between my lips, marking him with steady, pulsing pressure.

His fingers tighten in my hair, not pulling me away—holding me there.

Another rough hiss spills out of him, longer this time, fraying at the edges into something almost like a groan.

When I finally ease off, the spot is flushed dark red, already blooming into a bruise I know will last days.

I drag my tongue over the tender mark once, soothing what I just hurt, and feel the way his breath catches again.

He’s looking at me now with heavy-lidded eyes, lips parted, chest rising and falling too fast.

"Mine" I whisper

"Yours. Fuck only yours." voice wrecked.

Then he flips us again—effortless, possessive—and I’m flat on my back, staring up at him as he settles between my thighs.

His mouth closes over one nipple instantly. Teeth graze the swollen tip—sharp enough to sting, soft enough to make me gasp—then he sucks hard, tongue lashing, pulling until my back bows off the bed and a broken whimper spills out.

My nails rake down his back—hard—leaving red trails I know he’ll feel tomorrow.

He hisses, hips snapping forward, and my legs wrap around his waist like a vice, heels digging into the small of his back to pull him closer.

He groans and he pulls back

He reaches between us, wraps one big hand around his shaft, and gives himself one slow, deliberate stroke—base to tip—spreading the bead of pre-cum that’s been weeping from the slit.

The wet sound of it is filthy in the quiet room.

Then he notches himself at my entrance, fat head parting my folds, nudging just inside where I’m still fluttering from everything he did with his mouth.

His cock slides along my slit—slow, deliberate—dragging the entire thick length through my wetness.

I’m so wet he could slide in with no resistance, but he doesn’t.

He pushes in one torturously slow inch.

My walls clutch at him instantly, greedy and desperate, still spasming from the orgasms he already ripped out of me. He hisses through his teeth, jaw locked, the cords in his neck standing out sharp.

“Fuck—still so tight,” he growls, voice shredded.

Another inch.

Deeper.

Thicker.

Stretching me open until I feel every ridge, every vein, the blunt head kissing my cervix. My nails dig into his shoulders, leaving half-moons I know will bruise tomorrow.

He pauses there—half-buried—letting me feel the burn, the impossible fullness.

Then he rolls his hips in a slow, filthy grind, stirring himself inside me, dragging the underside of his cock over that swollen spot that makes stars burst behind my eyelids.

I sob his name.

He drops his forehead to mine, breath hot against my lips.

“You feel that? How deep I am? How fucking soaked you are for me?”

I nod frantically, words gone.

He pulls back—almost all the way out—until just the head is kissing my entrance, then slams back in.

Hard.

Deep.

The wet slap of skin on skin echoes. My back arches off the bed, breasts bouncing with the force of it.

He does it again.

And again.

And again.

Each thrust deliberate, punishing, dragging every inch of him along my walls until I’m clenching so hard it hurts him too.

His balls slap wetly against my ass with every stroke, heavy and full, smacking my oversensitive skin.

I can feel them tightening already, drawn up tight against his body—he’s close, but he’s not rushing.

“Gonna fill you up,” he pants against my throat, teeth grazing the same spot I marked him earlier.

“Gonna pump you so full it leaks out for days. Mark you inside where no one else can reach.”

I whimper, thighs trembling around his waist, heels digging into the small of his back to pull him deeper.

He shifts his angle—hooks one of my legs over his elbow, spreading me wider—and drives in harder, faster, hitting that spot relentlessly now.

The head of his cock batters my cervix with every brutal thrust, pleasure so sharp it borders on pain.

My clit grinds against his pubic bone on every downstroke, friction electric, building again even though I’m already wrecked.

“Zion—too much—”

“Not enough,” he snarls.

“Come on my cock. Milk me. Let me feel you shatter again.”

His free hand slides between us, thumb finding my clit—still so swollen it’s almost numb—and rubs fast, messy circles.

The combination is devastating. I’m clenching around him so hard he groans like he’s dying, hips stuttering, rhythm breaking.

I come screaming—silent at first, then loud and broken—walls spasming, fluttering, trying to pull him deeper as I gush around him. Slick coats his shaft, drips down his balls, soaks the sheets beneath us.

He fucks me through it—relentless—until his own rhythm falters. His thrusts turn erratic, shallow, desperate.

“Fuck—baby—gonna—”

He buries himself to the hilt, hips grinding flush against mine, and comes with a guttural sound that vibrates through both of us.

Hot pulses flood me—thick, endless—spilling deep, painting my insides until I can feel the excess leaking out around his cock, running down my ass, pooling warm and sticky beneath me.

He keeps rocking into me through the aftershocks, slow, shallow rolls that push his cum deeper, smearing it inside me, claiming every inch.

When he finally stills, he doesn’t pull out.

He stays buried, softening slowly, plugging me full so nothing escapes. His mouth finds mine—slow, filthy kiss tasting of me and him and us.

His hand cups my face, thumb brushing away tears I didn’t realize were falling.

"You have no idea how beautiful you are to me.” he whispers.

"And fuck..I haven’t had enough,” he whispers, his breath hot against my ear.

I let out a soft, incredulous laugh that’s more breath than sound.

“Seriously?”

He chuckles—

“You can’t resist me any more than I can resist you.”

My heart stutters.

He's right.

Heat floods my cheeks, my chest, lower. I lick my lips slowly, deliberately, tasting the faint salt of his skin still lingering there.

“What have you done to me?” I ask.

A strangled sound rips from his throat.

“The same thing you’ve done to me,” he confirms, voice shredded, before his mouth crashes down on mine.

The kiss consumes me.

Even after a million of them, it still feels like the first—electric, dizzying, like he’s pulling my soul out through my lips.

Tingling fire races across my skin, igniting every nerve. I arch into him, needy, hungry, pressing my breasts against his chest, legs already wrapping around his waist like I’ll never let go.

No amount of time with Zion will ever be enough to satisfy this bone-deep craving.

My body comes alive under his touch—every brush of his fingers, every roll of his hips—and I pray it never stops.

I close my eyes for a heartbeat, just feeling him.

When we’re like this, it’s like our souls tangle together, inseparable.

We’re as close as two people can physically get, and still I want more—deeper, harder, forever.

I never knew love could feel this consuming.

That one person could fill every empty space inside me until I felt whole.

He’s everything—everything I didn’t know I was missing until he crashed into my life and embedded himself so deep I can’t tell where I end and he begins anymore.

And I wouldn’t change it.

I love him with every fractured, mended piece of my heart, and I know—beyond any doubt—that he’s my forever.

My legs tighten around his waist like an octopus, heels digging into his ass to pull him impossibly closer.

His tongue demands entry; I open for him instantly, letting him plunder me as I plunder right back.

“I fucking love you,” he murmured.

“You undo me, Snowflake.”

“I forever you,” is all I can choke out between moans.

Our kissing turns frantic—teeth and tongues and wet, filthy sounds. I plunder his mouth like I’m starving, desire roaring through me like wildfire.

“I only have to look at you and I get hard,” he rasps against my lips

“I’ll never get enough, Snowflake. Never.”

I don’t need convincing.

“I hope not,” I whisper, voice trembling with everything I feel,

“because I’m never letting you go.”

“Never,” he vows, forehead pressed to mine, eyes locked on mine, dark and endless.

“You’re mine, Snowflake. My forever. My everything. And I’m yours—body, soul, all of it. No escape. No end.”

"I love you,” I gasp, tears pricking my eyes—not from pain, but from how much I feel.

“So much it hurts.”

“I love you more,” he breathes against my mouth as we thrusts into me hard.

And in the white-hot rush of it—bodies locked, hearts hammering, souls fused—I know he’s right.

We’re never getting enough.

Because this?

This is forever.

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I hope you’ve loved this journey just as much as I’ve loved creating it. Every twist, every emotion, every moment has meant more to me than I can put into words.

But don’t worry… this isn’t the last you’ll see of Winter and Zion.

Get ready for Harry and Ariel’s story—coming soon. ✨

“Kiss Me Like You Hate Me”