Page 32 of Heatbound Hearts

She nods, her eyes never leaving mine. "Yes," she whispers, her voice filled with a longing that matches my own. "I want this. I want you."

I flip us over, my wings spreading wide as I hover above Bronwyn, pinning her to the ground. Her eyes are wide, pupils blown with desire, and her breath comes in quick gasps that make her chest heave. I can't get enough of her, of her scent, her taste, her everything. I'm going to take my time, explore every inch of her until she's begging for more.

I summon my shadows, letting them snake around her wrists and ankles, holding her in place. She tests the bonds, a small smirk playing on her lips as she realizes she's at my mercy. I lean down, my lips brushing against hers as I speak.

"You're mine, Bronwyn," I growl, my voice rough with desire. "I'm going to explore every inch of you. I'm going to make you scream my name."

She shivers beneath me, her body arching up to meet mine. I can feel her heat, her wetness, and it drives me wild. I trail kisses down her neck, my hands exploring her body, tracing the curve of her hips, the dip of her waist. She moans, her head falling back as she gives herself over to the sensations.

I move lower, capturing one of her nipples in my mouth, teasing it with my tongue until it's a hard peak. She gasps, her body squirming beneath me as she tries to get closer. I chuckle, the sound dark and full of promise.

"Not yet, sweet girl," I murmur, moving to the other nipple, giving it the same treatment. "I want to hear you beg first."

She lets out a frustrated groan, her body straining against the shadowy bonds. I trail kisses down her stomach, brushing mylips against the sensitive underside of her breasts before moving lower.

This time, when I hook my hands around the waistband of her loose pants, she lifts her hips to help me slide them off. My shadows slide up her legs, helping tug them free and then there is no barrier between me and her sweet pussy.

I can smell her arousal, see the wetness glistening on her thighs, and it takes every ounce of self-control I have not to dive in and feast.

Instead, I trail a finger lightly over her folds, barely touching her. She bucks her hips, trying to get more friction, but I pull back, a dark smile on my face.

"Zyx, please," she gasps, her voice a mix of frustration and desire.

"Please what, Bronwyn?" I ask, my voice deceptively calm. I trail my finger up and down her thigh, so close to where she wants me, but not close enough. "Tell me what you want."

She hesitates for a moment, her eyes meeting mine. I can see the war in her gaze, the battle between her pride and her desire. Desire wins out.

"Please, Zyx," she begs, her voice soft and needy. "I need you to touch me. I need you to make me come."

I grin, a dark and hungry expression that promises so much more. "As you wish, sweet girl," I murmur, lowering my head between her legs. "As you wish."

I dive in, my tongue exploring every inch of Bronwyn’s sweet pussy. She tastes like heaven, and I can't get enough. Her hips buck against my mouth, her breath coming in short, desperate gasps. I slip two fingers inside her, curling them to hit that spot that makes her moan.

"Zyx, fuck," she cries out, her hands fisting in my hair, pulling me closer. I growl against her, the vibration making her shiver. Her thighs clamp around my head, her heels digging intomy back with the little room my shadows give her. She's close, I can feel it.

I double down, my tongue lapping at her clit, my fingers pumping in and out of her. She's so wet, so ready. I can feel her tension building, her body coiling like a spring. I want to make her snap, want to feel her come undone around me.

"Please, Zyx," she begs, her voice a desperate whimper. "Please make me come."

Fuck, her begging is music to my ears. I suck her clit into my mouth, my fingers moving faster, harder. She screams, her body convulsing as she comes all over my face. I lap up every drop, my cock throbbing with every pulse of her orgasm.

It feels like I've been offered up a blessing from the gods, and I don't ever want to let her go.

I kiss my way up her body, lingering on her hips, her stomach, her breasts. Her skin is slick with sweat, her chest heaving with each breath. I murmur against her skin, "I'll do anything if you beg like that."

She shivers, her eyes dark with desire. "Please, Zyx," she whispers. "I need you inside me."

My shadows surge, lifting her hips to meet mine. I release her wrists, letting my shadows trail down her arms, leaving a path of chills in their wake. She reaches for me, her hands gripping my shoulders, her nails digging into my skin.

Her kiss is wild, almost violent. She bites my lip, her tongue clashing with mine. I growl, my shadows locking her legs around my waist. She grinds against me, her heat driving me insane. I can feel her wetness, her need. I'm rock hard, ready to give her exactly what she's begging for.

She pulls back, her breath hot on my lips. "Fuck me, Zyx," she demands, her voice raw with need. "Please, fuck me."

Her begging sends a surge of lust through me. I'm ready to claim her, ready to make her mine.

I sit up, my heart pounding as I quickly unlace my pants. Bronwyn's eyes are wild, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she rips my tunic away, her hands greedy and desperate. When I'm finally bare before her, she stares at me, wide-eyed and hungry.

"Fuck, Zyx," she gasps, her voice a throaty whisper. "You look so damn good."

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