Contract Marriage With Alpha Snow

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~Zara's POV~

I began to move. My thrust became slow and deep, echoing the rhythm of our hearts. Our mouths met again, and our tongues tangled as our kisses grew wet and hungry.

Aira's nails raked down my back, legs tightening around me, drawing me deeper.

There was nothing rushed about it.

For the first ten minutes or more, we made love like it was a promise—a prayer and every movement, every breath, was a declaration.

I worshipped Aira's body with mine, whispered her name like a sacred hymn, and when her eyes locked on mine, wide and teary with bliss, I knew I would never need anything else in this life but her.

"I'm yours, Aira," I declared in a voice that conveyed emotion as the pressure built in my core. "Forever."

"Then take me," she cried softly. "Take all of me over and over again."

And I did. In a flash, I rolled over and let Aira straddle me. She was a vision, hair mussed and lips parted. I couldn't hold back.

I pulled Aira to me, kissing her as though I couldn't get enough.

I lifted her hips and helped her position her opening just above me. Then I lowered her, slowly, inch by inch.

Her body tensed as I slid inside her deeply in this angle, stretching her walls to fit all nine inches of my dick inside her warm, extremely wet pussy.

"Aira..." I gritted out, holding myself back from the urge to thrust into her.

I needed to go slow. To be gentle.

"Look at me, my mate," I said gently, my hand lifting to cup her face.

Her eyes fluttered open, meeting mine. "We have time," I promised, kissing her softly.

"I know, but... just let go, Zade," she murmured against my lips.

Her words undid me. She was ready and beautiful.

I gripped her hips and rolled, pinning her beneath me. Aira gasped, her nails digging into my back as I thrust deep, filling her.

"Zade..." she breathed.

"Say my name again," I growled.

She did, over and over, louder, faster. "Gods, Aira..."

My pace quickened. Her legs tightened around my waist, and her cries grew louder, her body arching. She was close.

"Aira, cum for me," I commanded.

The words pushed her over the edge, and her walls clenched around me, pulsing. I couldn't hold back another moment.

With one last, powerful thrust, I followed her over, burying my face in her neck as pleasure rocked through me.

"I love you," she murmured, breathless, her fingers stroking through my hair.

I raised my head and kissed her.

"You are my forever," I whispered.

"And you're mine," she replied, smiling. But before I could utter another word, Aira spoke up. "Mark me, my love."

Those words struck a chord within me. The rawness of her voice—needy, pleading, vulnerable—tore through the last strands of control I had.

My gaze met hers, locked in a silent promise, and I saw it mirrored in her eyes: complete surrender. Trust and love. Everything.

I didn't speak. Words would've been too small.

Instead, I lowered my mouth to the curve of her neck, where her pulse fluttered wildly beneath her skin.

I kissed her there first, softly, reverently, as if preparing her for what was to come. My hand slid up her side, feeling the tremble in her body, the anticipation pooling in her every breath.

Her nails dug into my back, but not from pain—from the intensity. From knowing what this meant.

Our bond was already woven through time and touch, but this... this was sealing it into our very flesh. A forever that neither of us would ever be able to undo.

"I love you," I whispered one last time before opening my mouth and sinking my teeth into her skin—not cruelly, but firmly enough that I could feel her shudder under me.

Aira gasped sharply, her back arching as my canines broke through just enough to leave my mark.

The warmth of her blood touched my tongue, and I tasted her—tasted our bond, alive and burning. Aira's scent flared with ecstasy, her cry turning into a moan that vibrated in my chest.

"Zade," she whispered, voice trembling, "I feel you... Gods, I feel you everywhere."

I licked the mark gently, soothing the sting, kissing the tender spot like it was the most sacred part of her. And it was.

Aira was mine. No force in this realm or the next could unbind us now.

But then she pushed me gently, her body shifting, and the look in her eyes made my breath catch.

"My turn," she said, her voice a blend of lust and love that nearly undid me.

She rolled us again, straddling me, her thighs gripping my sides as her body rocked forward, keeping me inside her. She moved her hips in slow, deliberate circles, her inner muscles squeezing around me like she was claiming me with every motion.

I was lost in her, in the curve of her body, the rise and fall of her breasts, the flush of her skin. Her hands pressed to my chest as she leaned forward, her mouth brushing against my neck.

"I want every part of you," she whispered. "Even the wild ones. Especially them."

And then she bit me.

The pain was sharp and sweet, laced with a sudden, electrifying pleasure that shot straight down my spine.

I groaned aloud, gripping her hips tightly as her teeth marked me just above my collarbone. I could feel the bond snap into place, like a tether locking us together—not just physically, but soul-deep.

As she licked the spot, her eyes met mine, wild and shining.

"There," she said softly. "Now we're whole."

I pulled her down into a kiss—desperate, claiming, possessive. My hips rose to meet hers again, and together we began to move—not frantic, not rushed but together.

Our bodies spoke in rhythm, our bond pulsing between us like a second heartbeat.

Her body rocked with mine, sweat mingling, skin slapping, moans echoing as we climbed again toward that peak—only this time, we weren't just seeking pleasure.

We were sealing forever.

"Zade—!" Aira cried as her orgasm claimed her once more, her body trembling violently in my arms.

I followed her with a growl as our pleasures became one, the mark on my neck burning as I spilled inside her, locking us together with every breath, every thrust, every drop of love I gave her.

We collapsed together, tangled, panting, marked.

And I knew, as she curled into me with that soft, satisfied smile, that nothing—nothing—could ever break what we had now.

Not even death.