Contract Marriage With Alpha Snow novel Chapter 475

Chapter 475: Don’t Tell Me To Leave

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Chapter 475

~Tempest’s POV

The walk back to the pack house was quiet, but the air between Koda and me buzzed with something that hadn’t been there before—or maybe it had always been there, just waiting to break free.

When we reached the heavy oak doors, Koda slowed, his hand brushing lightly against the small of my back as he opened it for me.

"After you," he said softly.

I stepped inside, the familiar scents of home wrapping around me. It felt warmer tonight somehow—like the walls themselves were exhaling with relief.

We moved together down the hall toward my room, our shoulders brushing occasionally, neither of us speaking, both of us feeling the same unspoken pull.

When we reached my door, I paused, fingers hovering over the handle.

Koda shifted beside me, clearing his throat. "I should probably—"

Before he could finish, I turned, heart hammering wildly in my chest, and pressed a kiss to his lips.

He stiffened in surprise for half a second, then melted into it with a low, rough sound in his throat.

I meant it to be a quick kiss—a thank you, a goodbye—but the moment our lips met, something snapped between us.

Koda deepened the kiss almost instantly, one hand finding my waist, the other sliding up to cradle the back of my neck as he stepped forward, backing me gently into the door.

Without breaking the kiss, he reached around me, twisted the handle, and nudged the door open.

He pushed us inside, kicked it closed with his foot, and pressed me back against it, his body solid and warm against mine.

I gasped into his mouth at the sudden boldness, my hands clutching at his shirt like a lifeline.

"Don’t tell me to leave," he murmured against my lips, his voice rough, pleading. "Not tonight."

"I won’t," I whispered, my voice barely a breath.

He kissed me again—harder this time—his hand sliding down my side, tracing the curve of my waist, his other hand tangling in my hair.

My body arched toward him instinctively, craving more.

The kiss turned urgent, desperate, full of everything we hadn’t said out loud.

His lips left mine only to trail hot kisses along my jawline, down to the sensitive spot beneath my ear. I whimpered softly, my fingers fisting in his shirt.

Koda growled low in his chest, lifting me slightly off the ground as he carried me to the bed.

I landed with a soft thud, Koda following me down, bracing his weight on his arms so he didn’t crush me.

Our eyes locked, and for a long, suspended moment, we just stared at each other—breathing, trembling, wanting. 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

"Are you sure?" he asked hoarsely, voice full of restraint and something deeper—reverence.

Instead of answering, I pulled him down to kiss me again. That was all the permission he needed.

His hands roamed my sides, my waist, never straying too far, always waiting for a sign to go further. He kissed me like he was mapping every inch of me, like he wanted to memorize me, piece by piece.

I moaned into his mouth, tugging at his shirt, needing to feel him—skin to skin.

He pulled back only long enough to yank the fabric over his head and toss it somewhere across the room.

My hands immediately roamed his bare chest, feeling the heat of him, the strength beneath his skin. He shuddered under my touch, his muscles flexing involuntarily.

Koda dipped his head, kissing a path from my mouth to the hollow of my throat, his teeth grazing lightly against my pulse point, making me shiver.

My hands slid up to his hair, tugging gently as his kisses grew lower, slower, more deliberate.

My shirt soon joined his somewhere on the floor.

His mouth found my collarbone, nipping and soothing with kisses, as his hands framed my waist like I was something precious.

The world beyond my door ceased to exist the moment Koda’s mouth found mine again. This kiss wasn’t rushed like the others—it was deep, languid, a slow burn that ignited every nerve ending in my body.

His hands skimmed up my ribs, the roughness of his palms a delicious contrast to the sensitivity of my skin. He traced the curve beneath my breasts, teasing but never taking more than I offered.

His restraint was exquisite, maddening.

I gasped as he kissed along my jawline, down my throat, lingering at the hollow where my pulse thrummed wildly beneath his mouth.

His breath was hot against my skin, his hands reverent, mapping every inch of me like he was learning a language we both already spoke.

"Koda..." I breathed his name, half a prayer, half a plea.

He growled low in his chest—a sound that vibrated through me—and trailed his hand slowly down my body, fingers brushing over my hipbone, my thigh.

His touch was maddeningly slow, dragging sparks across my skin with every pass.

When his fingers brushed the waistband of my pants, he paused, lifting his head to meet my eyes. His pupils were blown wide with need, but he waited, giving me one last chance to stop this.

Instead, I reached for him, guiding his hand where I needed him most.

He hissed through his teeth, his forehead pressing against mine as he let out a shuddering breath. His hand moved deliberately, exploring, learning what made me gasp, what made me tremble.

I clutched at his shoulders, nails biting lightly into his skin as his mouth moved lower, trailing kisses along the top swell of my breast, each press of his lips setting me aflame.

My phone rang.

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