Contract Marriage With Alpha Snow - Chapter 197

Chapter 197: Mark Me Chapter 197: Mark Me *************** CHAPTER 197 ~Zara’s POV~ We got to the bed, and Snow gently placed me down on it as he climbed on top, his body hovering over me.

He gave me a heated look, and my breath caught.

“My turn,” he murmured.

“Your turn?” I repeated.

He grinned, leaning down and pressing his lips to mine in a gentle kiss.

“My turn,” he confirmed, his hands moving down to grasp my hips.

I swallowed, my mind racing as his meaning became clear.

“You mean…” “I’ll make sure to prepare you properly, and then I’ll eat you out, Zara.

And that’s a promise.” The words were simple, but they sent a shiver of anticipation through me.

Snow kissed me again, his hands trailing over my body as he explored every inch of me.

My hands roamed his chest, feeling the ridges of his muscles under my palms.

I arched against him, eager for more.

He chuckled, his hands moving to my breasts.

“Eager, aren’t we?” I nodded, calling his name softly, “Snow,” desperate for him.

He continued his exploration, his hands moving lower until they were on my thighs.

He pushed them apart, spreading me wide open.

I gasped, the sensation of him touching me and spreading my legs for him making me burn up.

Snow’s fingers brushed against my entrance, and I moaned, pushing against him.

He chuckled, the sound vibrating through me.

“So wet,” he murmured, his breath hot against my ear.

“Please,” I begged.

He obliged as he lowered himself, his tongue lapping against my clit.

My eyes rolled to the back of my head as I wriggled.

“Snow,” I moaned, gripping his shoulders as his tongue continued its assault on me.

His fingers moved inside me, curling and stroking as he worked me towards another orgasm.

My hips bucked, the pressure building until I couldn’t take it anymore.

“Fuck,” I breathed, my back arching off the bed as I reached my climax.

Snow didn’t stop, continuing his attack until I was writhing beneath him, the sensations too much for me to handle.

And just when I thought I’d been spared when he rose from between my legs, he angled his dick at my entrance.

With eyes boring into mine, my stallion of a husband thrust his entire length into me.

I cried out, the pleasure mixed with pain almost too much for me.

“Ah, shit,” Snow groaned, his hands gripping my hips as he pulled me closer.

His lips brushed against my neck, pressing a kiss to the sensitive skin.

“Sorry love,” he muttered, his voice thick with restraint.

Neither of us moved, letting the sensations settle.

After a moment, he tilted my chin up and kissed my eyes.

“It’s okay,” I whispered, breathless.

“I’m better now.

You can move.” “Mmm, what’s that, love?” he teased, though the tenderness in his eyes betrayed his own restraint.

“Give me more, Snow.

I can handle it.” My cheeks flushed in response.

“So cute.” His chuckle rumbled low in his chest, his teeth grazing my shoulder as he fought to maintain control.

“But don’t tempt me, Zara.” “But I want you,” I murmured, raking my nails lightly down his chest, feeling the muscles twitch beneath my touch.

“Give me all of you.” “When you say things like that,” he growled, his voice dropping to a husky whisper, “you make me want to lose control.

To stop holding back.” “Then don’t,” I said firmly, meeting his gaze with confidence.

“I trust you, Snow.

Take me.

All of me.” His eyes darkened with raw desire, and the tension in his jaw released as he let out a shuddered breath.

“As you wish, my love.” His hips began to move again, each deliberate thrust sending waves of pleasure coursing through me.

I clung to him, my legs wrapping tightly around his waist as I tilted my head back, moaning his name.

“You feel so good, Zara,” he groaned, his hands gripping my hips tighter as he set a relentless pace.

I gasped, the intensity building as he leaned down to kiss me, his lips claiming mine in a fiery embrace.

Every stroke, every kiss, every touch felt like he was branding me, making me his in ways deeper than I had ever imagined.

“Snow,” I whimpered, unable to form coherent words as the pleasure built, threatening to consume me.

“Let go, love,” he murmured, his voice rough against my ear.

“I’ve got you.

Just let go.” And I did.

My body arched against him as the release hit me, a tidal wave of ecstasy that left me trembling in his arms.

But he wasn’t done.

Without breaking our connection, he flipped us effortlessly, his strong arms cradling me as he took control once more.

His pace quickened, each movement pushing me higher, and I realized I could keep going forever with him.

When we both felt the pressure building to its peak again, Snow’s voice cut through the haze of desire.

“Mark me, Zara,” he said, his gaze locking with mine.

His voice was soft but commanding, filled with an emotion so raw it brought tears to my eyes.

“Make me yours, as I’ve made you mine.” I hesitated, my hands trembling slightly against his chest.

“Snow, are you sure?” I didn’t want this to be about anyone else but what we desired.

I loved him with no doubt.

And this was an honour.

His lips curled into a soft smile, and he cupped my face, brushing his thumb along my cheek.

“I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.” With his encouragement, I leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to the base of his neck.

Astrid surged forward in my mind, her energy intertwining with Glacier’s as they both howled in approval.

My teeth elongated instinctively, the primal pull of the mate bond guiding me.

As my teeth sank into his neck, Snow groaned, a sound so deep and guttural it sent shivers down my spine.

His hands gripped my back, pulling me closer as I marked him, claiming him as mine.

The moment I pulled back, I saw it-the mark on his neck, glowing faintly before settling into two perfect fang marks.

Snow’s eyes met mine, their icy depths swirling with emotion and power.

“Now you,” he whispered, his voice thick with need.

“Zara, my love, will you do me the honour of being marked as my chosen mate?”