The Alpha's Regret: Return Of The Betrayed Luna - Chapter 376

Chapter 376: Chapter 376 Euphoric Haze
He could feel her body slowly giving in, melting under his touch, and that thought alone made his cock throb deep inside her.

‘God, she’s so tight…’ he thought, his lips curving into a grin against her ear. ‘Her first time here… and it’s all mine.’

Addison let out a broken whimper, her voice trembling as Zion’s cock sank all the way inside her, filling her until she swore she could feel him in her gut. She had never even imagined using that other hole, had always thought it was filthy, forbidden, but Zion didn’t care. He never spared any part of her, claiming her like a beast who couldn’t get enough.

The stretch burned at first, sharp and foreign, making her body tense and shake, but soon that pain began to blur into something else — something hotter, darker, needier. Her tight walls were molding around him, the sting slowly giving way to a pulse of raw pleasure that made her toes curl.

Zion’s fingers never stopped their rhythm at her front, stroking her clit in slow, deliberate circles, slipping inside her soaked pussy while his cock throbbed deep in her ass. The double sensation made her breath hitch, her body arching helplessly as sparks shot down her spine.

It was overwhelming — too much heat, too much pleasure — and yet she couldn’t stop the way her hips began to move with his, as if begging for more.

It felt like fire was running through her veins, every nerve burning alive under his touch.

“Hngh… ahh… huff—” Addison’s broken whimpers echoed between them as Zion started to move, slow and deliberate at first. Her body trembled, adjusting to the deep intrusion, every thrust drawing out a shuddering gasp from her lips. But soon, he felt it, her hips beginning to roll, her body instinctively pushing back against him, silently begging him for more.

A wicked grin curved on Zion’s lips as he leaned closer, his breath hot against her ear. “That’s it, baby…” he rasped, before snapping his hips forward, driving himself deeper.

Addison’s moan tore out of her throat, raw and desperate, as he filled her completely. Her tight walls clenched around him like a vice, gripping him so greedily that it made him groan. The tightness was still there, but it no longer felt suffocating but instead, it was perfect. Her body had molded to him, every movement slick and hot, as if her ass had been made just for him.

Every thrust sent a shockwave of pleasure through his body, different from before; it was tighter, more consuming, a euphoric pressure that made his muscles tense and his vision blur. He could feel everything: every pulse, every tremor, every slick drag of her inner walls around his cock. And with every deep push, that feral need inside him only burned hotter.

Zion was beyond thrilled — not just because he’d claimed Addison’s untouched hole, but because he could feel her starting to melt beneath him. The way her body trembled, the way her breath hitched with every thrust — it told him everything.

She was enjoying it.

That realization made his blood boil with hunger. The thought that he was the first to open her up like this, to make her feel this kind of forbidden, intoxicating pleasure, was almost maddening. Watching her slowly surrender to it, to him, felt like the most exhilarating conquest of his life, as if he was imprinting himself on every inch of her body, reshaping what she thought she knew about pleasure.

Zion’s hand shot up, clamping over Addison’s mouth as her moans grew louder — so loud that even the rush of the river couldn’t drown them out. The sound of her pleasure was too raw, too intoxicating, and the thought of anyone else hearing it made something savage flare in him.

His possessive side roared to life — ‘no one else would hear those sinful sounds or see this side of her’, the one trembling, gasping, and completely undone beneath him. Addison was melting under his touch, her body arching and shuddering as she surrendered fully, letting the fire in her veins devour her until all that was left was the heat between them.

“Baby, you’re so loud…” Zion murmured against her skin, his voice low and rough as he thrust deeper, making Addison cry out even louder. Her eyes rolled back, lost in the overwhelming mix of pleasure and heat.

His thick, throbbing cock was buried deep in her ass while his middle and ring fingers worked her dripping pussy, curling and thrusting in perfect rhythm. She was a beautiful, trembling mess beneath him, moaning uncontrollably, her body moving on instinct, surrendering to the beast inside her that craved more of him, deeper, harder.

Seeing that Addison was too far gone in her euphoric haze to even register his words, Zion let out a low, satisfied snicker. He moved with her, taking his time to explore every inch of her, drawing out new sounds, new reactions, new ways to make her body tremble.

The world around them faded; there was only the slap of skin, the sound of their ragged breaths, and the wet, obscene rhythm that stretched on for hours. They lost count of how many times they came undone, their bodies shuddering and clinging until neither could tell where one ended and the other began.

When it was finally over, both collapsed in the shallows, letting the cool river water wash over them, rinsing away the thick mix of cum and sweat that clung stubbornly to their skin.

Zion pulled Addison’s limp, trembling body into his lap, holding her close as the chill soothed their overheated skin. He leaned back against a smooth rock, chest rising and falling with heavy breaths, a satisfied smile tugging at his lips.

His hips ached, his abs cramped from the endless thrusting, but the soreness only made the memory sweeter. He pressed a soft kiss to her damp forehead, a quiet mark of possession and pleasure.

Zion glanced down at Addison, her breathing shallow and uneven as she struggled to steady herself, but before she could even recover, she’d already slipped into sleep. A quiet, amused chuckle left his throat as he reached for her, the sound low and rough.

He couldn’t let her stay in the cold water for long; she’d catch a chill. So he worked quickly, his hands roaming her skin with slow, deliberate strokes as he washed her clean.

The river carried away the mixture of sweat, cum, and heat that clung stubbornly to her body, revealing the aftermath of his hunger: faint purple handprints on her thighs and hips, bruises blooming where his grip had been too tight, and shallow bite marks scattered across her neck and collarbone, dangerously close to where his mark should be.

Each trace of him made something primal in his chest stir again.

His fingers lingered over her skin, tracing the evidence of what they’d done, what he’d claimed. He could still feel the pulse of that wild urge to mark her, to sink his teeth into the spot that belonged only to him, to seal her as his.

But he bit down the instinct, jaw tightening. He couldn’t do it yet, not without her permission. So instead, he let the hunger smolder quietly and settled for dragging his lips across her damp skin, tasting the salt, the heat, the faint shiver that lingered even in sleep.