Chapter 374: Chapter 374 Wrong Hole

She’d thought he’d changed after all these years; she thought he’d learned to tame that wild hunger of his, but clearly, she’d been wrong.

The man was insatiable.

His stamina was inhuman, like he had endless energy to burn, and every time she tried to catch her breath, he was already moving again, already claiming her like he couldn’t get enough.

Her mind flashed back to the time when she’d been possessed, when she’d drained his vitality so completely that he could barely last a single round. Back then, she’d thought it was cruel, but right now, she almost wanted to do it again just to make him stop. At least then, he wouldn’t have this much power to wreck her body until she could barely move.

But she couldn’t.

Draining him again would risk his life, and no matter how much he drove her crazy, Zion was still the father of her children.

Addison groaned as her legs trembled beneath her, her body limp and overstimulated, yet he was still going strong. “Damn it… if I could move right now, I’d kick your ass,” she hissed weakly, though her body betrayed her words, as her body was arching, trembling, and responding to every touch as if she didn’t truly want him to stop.

Hearing Addison’s protest, Zion let out a deep, husky chuckle that rumbled through his chest, his lips curling into a wicked grin. “I’m glad you know…” he murmured, voice thick with amusement and desire. Droplets of sweat slid down from his damp hair, tracing the sharp lines of his jaw before falling to her skin.

Before Addison could react, he grabbed her waist and spun her around until her ass faced him. Her hands and elbows braced against the smooth surface of the large rock before her, the cool stone contrasting with the heat radiating from her flushed body.

Zion’s knee slid between her legs, nudging them apart before he hooked his hand under her hips and lifted it, forcing her to balance on her tiptoes.

The sound of rushing river water mixed with her ragged breathing as it flowed past their legs. The current made it hard for Addison to stay steady; each tremor of her body, each slip of her footing, only made her more vulnerable beneath him.

“You’re tired already?” Zion teased, his tone darkly playful as he pressed himself against her from behind, his breath hot on her ear. “But we’re just getting started, honey…”

Addison bit her lip hard, a shiver racing up her spine as anticipation pooled low in her belly. She was exhausted, as her body felt like it had been through a wild rodeo ride, but her pulse still raced with want, and the heat between her thighs refused to die down.

Lost in her thoughts, Addison didn’t notice Zion moving behind her — until a sharp smack echoed through the air.

“Ah! W-What was that for?!” she yelped, her voice breaking as a hot sting bloomed across her right butt cheek. His palmprint burned into her skin, the shape of his large hand clearly outlined on the soft flesh. The impact made her jolt forward, her back arching instinctively as she bit her lower lip to muffle the breathless whimper that escaped her throat.

Zion’s gaze darkened at the sight before him. From where he stood, he could see everything: the way her wet pussy entrance twitched in response, how her tight little ass hole quivered just above it.

The sight alone made his cock throb painfully hard, every vein straining as the rush of desire hit him like a fever.

Just one look at that tight, twitching hole, and Zion’s mind went dark with temptation. The image alone made his cock pulse with the need to claim every part of her. Almost without thinking, his right hand pressed firmly on Addison’s waist to keep her still, while his other hand slid up to grope her other butt cheek, spreading them slightly so he could take in the view of her glistening pussy and the tiny, trembling ring just above it.

Addison couldn’t see his expression from this angle, but the sudden silence behind her made her heartbeat spike.

Zion was too quiet.

Too still.

She knew that look of mischief he always had before doing something outrageous, and her stomach twisted with both dread and heat.

“Z-Zion…?” she called softly, trying to twist around to see what he was up to. But his grip on her waist tightened, pinning her in place as the running water slid over her trembling legs.

Then she felt it, his hand rubbing slow, lazy circles over her ass before his thumb slid down, grazing the sensitive ring of muscle. She gasped, her body stiffening as a shiver ran up her spine. And just when she was about to ask what he was doing, she felt something wet and cool drip onto the same spot.

“W-What was that?” she stammered, voice shaking as realization began to dawn on her. Her pulse pounded in her ears, and she could barely breathe when she heard Zion’s low chuckle behind her, warm and dangerous against the sound of the river.

Addison swallowed hard, a lump forming in her throat as a terrible, thrilling thought crossed her mind. She had a feeling she knew exactly what Zion was planning, but deep down, she prayed she was wrong. Her pulse pounded so hard it almost hurt, her breath catching in uneven gasps.

“It’s nothing, darling,” Zion murmured, his tone low and deceptively calm. “My precum just landed on the wrong hole… I was only wiping it away.”

But the moment the words left his mouth, she felt his thumb drag an achingly slow line over her other entrance, pressing just enough to make her muscles clench. The wetness between his skin and hers made her gasp; it was too deliberate, too teasing.

The tip of his thumb lingered there, almost dipping in, making her thighs tremble as she instinctively tried to move away, but his grip on her waist didn’t budge.

“Y-You…” she managed to stammer, voice breaking as panic and heat tangled inside her. Zion’s silence after that was worse than words; she could almost feel his eyes drinking in every twitch of her body, every shiver she tried to suppress. The uncertainty made her heart race faster — half terrified, half desperate for what she feared was coming.

Even though fear prickled at the back of her neck, something else bloomed in her chest, a dangerous, forbidden thrill that made her skin burn.

’God, I’m not a masochist… so why the hell does this feel so—’

Addison couldn’t even finish the thought before a shiver rolled down her spine.

Zion’s thumb pressed against her tight little hole, teasing the rim as if testing how far he could push her. The pressure made her tense, her breath hitching, every muscle taut with a mix of dread and anticipation. But just as she thought he’d lose himself completely to the dark impulse flashing in his eyes, he seemed to snap out of it.

Instead, she felt the heavy, throbbing heat of his cock nudge against her soaked entrance. And before she could catch her breath, he slammed in, all the way to the hilt. Addison’s gasp broke into a trembling moan, her body arching forward from the impact.

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