Contract Marriage With Alpha Snow - Chapter 196

Chapter 196: Making Memories Chapter 196: Making Memories *************** CHAPTER 196 ~Zara’s POV~ “I plan to, and it’s a good thing you’re not wearing underwear,” he murmured as he peppered kisses along the column of my throat.

Like hell, he wasn’t the one who tore them off.

I hummed in agreement, leaning into his touch.

His lips trailed lower, brushing over the swell of my breasts before closing around one nipple.

“Snow,” I breathed, arching against him as he sucked gently.

His hand moved between us, and he stroked me, his fingers teasing my entrance.

I moaned, pushing against him, eager for more.

He chuckled, releasing my nipple.

“So impatient,” he chided.

“Shut up and make love to me already,” I shot back, unable to hide the desperation in my voice.

Snow smirked, his fingers circling my clit before slipping inside me.

“As you wish, my lady.” He captured my lips, kissing me deeply as his fingers moved in and out of me.

I gasped against his mouth, the pleasure building with each thrust.

My arms wound around his neck, pulling him closer as he continued his assault on my senses.

“More,” I whispered, pleading with him.

“What was that?” He teased, his fingers pumping harder and faster.

“More,” I moaned.

He obliged, his fingers curling inside me as he hit the spot that made me see stars.

“Snow,” I cried out, my walls clenching around him as he worked me to the edge.

His thumb brushed over my clit, sending me tumbling over the edge.

I buried my face in his neck, muffling my cries as waves of pleasure washed over me.

Snow didn’t stop, his fingers continuing their relentless rhythm until I was writhing against him, the sensations too much for me to handle.

“Please,” I gasped, begging him to stop.

Snow did, withdrawing his fingers and giving me a moment to catch my breath.

“Are you ready for more, Zara?” he asked, his voice husky with need.

“Yes,” I breathed, looking up at him and accepting the challenge.

He smirked, grabbing my waist and spinning me so that my back was pressed against his chest.

Snow’s lips found my neck, kissing and nibbling my sensitive skin.

“I want to taste you too, Zara.” I moaned, my mind blocking everything and any word he said letting the cold water soothe the fire on my skin.

“I don’t mind eating you out here.” That was when my eyes flew open.

I blinked and swallowed.

“Snow…” He chuckled at my stunned expression.

“Relax.

I guess that will be for later, my love.

For now, though, permit me the need and urge to go slowly to memorize all of this.” I saw something akin to pain flicker in his eyes and it ground me.

Even with everything that happened to us, he still felt saddened by the party.

My fingers caressed his cheeks as I made sure his eyes were fixed on mine.

“I love you with all of my being,” I confessed.

He smiled slightly.

“And I love you more than you’ll ever know, Zara.” Our lips met, his kiss gentle and full of emotion.

When he pulled away, his gaze was filled with adoration.

“Ready?” I nodded, and Snow lifted me into his arms, bracing my weight against the wall, pinning me as he positioned himself at my entrance.

“Put your legs around my waist, love.” I did, wrapping them around him.

“You’re so beautiful, Zara,” he murmured, his gaze darkening as he looked down at me.

“And you’re sexy,” I replied, reaching up and running my fingers through his damp hair.

He grinned, capturing my lips in a searing kiss as he slowly entered me.

The feeling of him stretching me was almost too much to bear.

My back arched, my breath catching in my throat as a moan escaped me.

Snow groaned, his hips moving in slow, deliberate strokes.

The sensation was overwhelming, my body tensing around him.

I dug my nails into his shoulders, drawing blood.

He groaned against my lips, his grip on my hips tightening.

“Fuck, Zara, you’re so tight,” he breathed, his voice strained.

“And you’re big,” I gasped, arching against him.

He kissed me again, silencing my protests.

“Let’s see how much you can take.” He began thrusting slowly, his movements steady as he worked his way inside me.

I moaned, my hands gripping his shoulders as he pushed deeper.

Slowly he went, making love to me while locking eyes with me.

I had never been so happy in my life.

Just doing this with him felt like my heart would explode with joy, and before I knew it, my eyes glistened with tears, mirrored in his.

“Are you alright?” “Just…I’m just really happy,” I replied.

“Me too, Zara.” His lips captured mine once more, but his movements still did not increase in intensity.

“Snow,” I moaned against his lips.

“Please, I need you.

I need to feel you in every way.

Harder,” I pleaded, needing more.

“As you wish, Zara.”He obliged, his movements growing rougher and faster.

Our bodies moved in perfect sync, each thrust sending pleasure coursing through me.

My breathing grew ragged, the heat coiling in my core.

“Snow,” I moaned, clinging to him as the pleasure mounted.

Then finally, he picked up the pace, thrusting into me faster and harder.

I cried out, the pleasure building as he hit the spot that drove me wild.

Snow’s pace quickened, his strokes growing harder and faster.

I cried out, the pleasure building with each thrust.

He continued his relentless assault, the pressure building inside me.

“Fuck, Zara,” he breathed.

“I’m not gonna last much longer.” “Me neither,” I gasped, my walls tightening around him.

“Come for me, Zara,” he rasped, his grip on my hips bruising.

I couldn’t hold back any longer.

The tension snapped, and I tumbled over the edge, my body shaking as waves of pleasure washed over me.

“Zara,” Snow moaned, his thrusts becoming erratic as he followed me, his release filling me.

He rested his forehead against mine, our bodies trembling as we came down from our high.

We stayed like that for several moments, the only sound being the steady stream of water from the showerhead.

Eventually, Snow attempted to withdraw but I shook my head, knowing how weak my knees were.

“Are you okay, Zara?” he asked, concern lacing his voice.

I nodded, resting my head against his shoulder.

“More than okay.” He chuckled, kissing the top of my head.

“Good.

Because we are not done.” I chuckled and let him carry us to the bed after turning off the shower.