Page 33 of Heatbound Hearts

I growl, a primal sound that echoes through the night. My hand wraps around my cock, stroking myself slowly, teasingly. Her eyes follow the movement, her lips parting in anticipation.

I lean in, trailing the tip of my cock through her wet folds, coating myself in her desire. She's soaked, ready, and it takes every ounce of self-control not to plunge into her right then and there.

My shadows surge, obeying my command. They wrap around her thighs, spreading her wide open for me. I position myself at her entrance, feeling her heat, her wetness. I grit my teeth, trying to hold back, to make this moment last.

"Please, Zyx," she begs, her voice raw and needy. "Please, fuck me."

I inch into her, my breath hitching as her tightness envelops me. She's so fucking tight, so warm. My shadows move over her body, plucking at her nipples, heightening her pleasure. I can feel her trembling beneath me, her body adjusting to my size.

"Fuck, Bronwyn," I groan, my voice strained. "You feel so fucking good."

She cries out, her body arching as I sink deeper into her. "You're so big," she gasps. "So fucking good."

I start to move, my hips thrusting in a steady rhythm. Each thrust is a claim, a promise. She's mine, and I'm going to make sure she knows it. My shadows dance over her skin, teasing her, pushing her closer to the edge.

And when she reaches for me, clinging to me, I let go. My thrusts turn ruthless and wild. I'm determined to stretch her, to mold her to me, and as her nails bite into my back, it feels like she's doing the same.

But still, she needs more.

I dip my head, biting her nipples, my teeth grazing the sensitive flesh as she screams in pleasure. One hand slides up, running along the inside of my wing as her hips roll against mine and I have to fight not to burst right then.

Instead, I nip and bite along her skin, grinding against her clit with every deep thrust I deliver. She's close, I can feel it. Her body is tensing, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.

"Come for me, Bronwyn," I growl, my voice rough and demanding. "I want to feel you come all over my cock."

And she does. Her body convulses, her pussy clamping down on me like a vise. She screams my name, her voice echoing through the night. It's the most beautiful sound I've ever heard.

But I'm not done with her yet. I want more. I want everything.

"Beg for it, Bronwyn," I demand, my voice a low growl. "Beg for my cum."

Her eyes meet mine, glazed with pleasure and need. "Please, Zyx," she whimpers. "Please, fill me. I need to feel you come inside me."

Her words send me over the edge. With a roar, I come, my cock pulsing as I fill her with my release. Waves of pleasure crash over me, threatening to pull me under. I'm fucking shaking, my body convulsing as I ride out the high. It's intense, almost too much. But fuck, it's good. So fucking good.

I collapse on top of her, my breath coming in ragged gasps. Her arms wrap around me, holding me close. I can feel her heart pounding in time with mine, our bodies slick with sweat anddesire. It's a moment of pure, raw connection, and I never want it to end.

So I won't let it. Not yet.

18

BRONWYN

Iwake slowly, my body pleasantly sore as I become aware of Zyx's strong arms around me. The events of last night flood back, bringing a smile to my face. I snuggle closer, savoring his warmth and the safety I feel in his embrace.

As I lie there, my mind wanders over the whirlwind my life has become. Just days ago, I was running for my life on a ravaged Earth. Now, I'm in a magical realm, wrapped in the arms of a winged being who makes my heart race.

It's overwhelming, to say the least. The constant fear and struggle that defined my existence on Earth seem like a distant nightmare compared to the wonder and beauty of Nythorra. Yet, old habits die hard. Part of me still expects to wake up and find this all a dream, to be thrust back into the harsh reality I've known for so long.

But Zyx's steady breathing and the solid presence of his body against mine anchor me to this new reality. I trace my fingers lightly over his arm, marveling at the subtle shimmer of his midnight blue skin. He's unlike anyone I've ever known, not just in appearance but in his kindness, strength, and the way he looks at me like I'm something precious.

Our relationship has developed so quickly, but it feels right in a way I can't explain. There's a connection between us that goes beyond physical attraction. It's as if something deep inside me recognizes him, like we were meant to find each other.

Still, doubts creep in. Can I truly belong in this world? Will I be able to adapt and find my place here?

And what about Zyx? I've felt connected to him for so long, but will he care for me in the same way? Or have I just been interesting to him since he's never seen a human before and after this week, he'll go back to his life.

I take a deep breath, trying to calm my racing thoughts. One step at a time, I remind myself. For now, I'm safe, I'm cared for, and I have a chance at a life I never thought possible. Whatever challenges come, I'll face them. And hopefully, I'll face them with Zyx by my side.

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