The Alpha's Regret: Return Of The Betrayed Luna - Chapter 368

Chapter 368: Chapter 368 Just Getting Started
“Ah—!” Addison cried out, her voice breaking as Zion’s fingers moved faster, plunging in and out of her wet pussy with an intoxicating rhythm. Her breath hitched, then turned into a strangled gasp when Zion suddenly leaned forward and flicked his tongue against her clit.

Her moan caught in her throat as her body jolted, trembling uncontrollably. “Haa…” she exhaled shakily, eyes fluttering shut as her head fell back. The pleasure rippled through her like waves, and she instinctively began rolling her hips, grinding softly against Zion’s mouth, chasing the growing ecstasy he was giving her.

The tingling sensation spread from between her legs, down to her curling toes, and up through every nerve until it reached her hardened nipples and sparked beneath her scalp, leaving her trembling and breathless.

“S’so… good…” Addison slurred, her voice trembling as her body quivered under Zion’s touch. The pleasure was so overwhelming that she could barely control herself, her lips parted, her breath coming out in broken gasps as her hips moved on their own, grinding against his mouth.

Hearing her moans rise, Zion quickened his pace. His tongue circled her clit in firm, wet strokes while his fingers moved inside her with expert precision, curling and thrusting in a rhythm that made Addison’s back arch off the rock.

“Ah—Z-Zion…!” she whimpered, trying to close her trembling legs as the sensation grew unbearable, but Zion’s free hand clamped down on her thigh, holding her open. He wasn’t letting her escape, not until he’d drawn every bit of her pleasure out of her.

“Good girl… just ride my face and cum for me, hmm?” Zion’s low voice vibrated against Addison’s pussy, the sound sending delicious tremors through her body.

“Ah—!” Addison gasped, her mouth falling open though no words came out. Zion’s tongue curled around her clit, flicking and tracing every sensitive spot with maddening precision. His rhythm was relentless, each stroke and swirl dragging her closer to the edge until her mind blurred with pleasure.

The dual stimulation, his tongue working her clit and his fingers thrusting deep inside, was too much. Her body trembled violently as waves of heat crashed through her; one part of her wanted to surrender completely, to lose herself in the pleasure, while another part instinctively tried to pull away, unable to handle the overwhelming sensation consuming her.

“W-wait… s-stop…” Addison gasped, her voice trembling as her body squirmed beneath his touch. She tried to pull away, but Zion’s grip on her thighs was unyielding, firm yet full of need. She only wanted a moment to breathe, but Zion wasn’t about to let her go, not until he’d drawn every bit of pleasure from her.

“Oh, God… Zion!” Addison cried out, her voice breaking as her back arched, her body shaking uncontrollably. The ecstasy built so fast, so strong, it was unbearable, like her entire being was about to burst from the intensity.

“I’m—ah!—cumming… cumming!” she screamed, her voice echoing through the air as her release overtook her, every muscle tightening before melting into trembling waves of pleasure.

“Cum for me, baby… coat my mouth with your sweet juices,” Zion growled against her wet pussy, his words vibrating against her folds as his fingers plunged in and out faster, wetter. Each thrust made a lewd squelching sound that filled the air between them.

“Want me to add another finger?” he teased, his tone dark and breathless. But Addison was already far gone, her eyes rolled back, her body convulsing as waves of pleasure rippled through her. Seeing her like that, trembling and undone, made Zion’s restraint snap.

Without waiting for her answer, he pushed a third finger inside, stretching her tighter, deeper. Addison’s loud, broken moan tore from her throat as her hips jerked uncontrollably.

The pressure inside her built sharply, almost unbearable; she could feel herself being filled, stretched, claimed, and yet it felt so damn good she couldn’t even form words, only gasp and whimper as her body trembled around his fingers.

Addison’s trembling hands shot out, clutching Zion’s solid forearm, not sure if she was trying to stop him or just anchor herself as her entire body convulsed with pleasure. Her thighs quivered around his head, and Zion only groaned in satisfaction at her helpless reaction.

He didn’t waste the moment; instead, he dove in deeper, lapping up the flood of her release like a man starved, his tongue tracing every shuddering pulse of her pussy.

Her taste—sweet, heady, intoxicating—made him lose himself as his eyes locked onto her face. Addison was pure sin and beauty, her back arched, her lips parted in ragged gasps.

She bit her lower lip, trying to stifle the moans, but the pleasure was too much. The tingling spread from her mouth down to her toes, up her spine, crawling beneath her skin like fire and static until she thought she might burst.

“Ah… ah…” Her breathless moans filled the open air, echoing around them like music. Zion finally withdrew his fingers, glistening with her wetness, but his mouth stayed on her, tongue tracing slow, deliberate circles as if savoring the aftertaste of her orgasm.

“Fuck, Addie…” he murmured between licks, his voice hoarse and thick with lust. “You taste so damn sweet… so addicting.”

Then came the wet, obscene sound of him slurping against her folds, loud and unapologetic. The realization hit Addison all at once; her eyes fluttered open, and she tried, weakly, to push his head away.

But her strength was gone, her body limp, and trembling, overrun by the aftershocks of her orgasm, and Zion didn’t budge, his mouth still worshipping her like she was his favorite sin.

Addison could hear him, the low, satisfied hum rumbling from Zion’s throat as he devoured her like she was his favorite meal. The wet, lewd sounds mixed with his muffled groans, and embarrassment burned hot across her skin. She covered her face with both hands, as if hiding could make the moment less intense.

But Zion wasn’t having it. The sight of her trying to hide, while trembling, flushed, and looking vulnerable, only drove him further into madness. He grabbed her wrists and yanked them away from her face, pinning them against the rock.

“Look at me,” he ordered, his voice dark, rough, almost a growl.

Addison’s eyes fluttered open, meeting his gaze. His eyes glinted gold under the dim light, sharp and hungry like a predator savoring his prey.

If he hadn’t still been between her thighs, tongue buried deep inside her, she might’ve been afraid. But the only thing she felt was a dizzying mix of shame and pleasure so intense it made her toes curl.

Her face burned, not just from the heat of her orgasm but from the raw humiliation of being watched, consumed, and undone so thoroughly. When she’d had him earlier, when it was her making him come apart, she’d felt smug, powerful.

But now, as Zion devoured her with no restraint, she felt stripped bare and exposed in every way. Maybe that was the difference between them. Zion was shameless, relentless, thick-skinned, while she was drowning in the heat of her own thin skin.

When he finally lifted his head, his lips and chin glistening with her orgasm, Addison could barely breathe. Her body was limp, her skin damp with sweat, and she couldn’t even bring herself to meet his gaze. Every inch of her felt drained, spent, yet utterly, sinfully satisfied.