Maxwell's teasing remark sent a deeper churn through Addison's stomach. Obediently, she parted her lips and began to suck gently on his fingers, her gaze locked onto his dark amber eyes as she looked sideways.
In front of them, Zion watched the scene unfold, heat simmering in his gaze. Addison's movements began to slow as the sensations overwhelmed her, so Zion took control once more.
He thrust his hips upward, reclaiming the rhythm, and the sudden force made Addison gasp, her eyes rolling back from the sheer intensity. It was a stark contrast to her steady pace versus Zion's unrelenting thrusting.
Each thrust came hard and deep, like a piston driving into her, pulling out until only the tip remained before slamming back in with brutal precision, stealing her breath.
Her soft moans quickly shifted into helpless whimpers, and as their eyes met, her flushed, accusatory glare only made Zion chuckle. He didn't let up.
