Page 43 of Primal Bond

Finn lost himself in the taste of Zanik, the warmth of his body beneath him. Zanik’s hands found their way to Finn’s waist, firm and possessive, grounding him in the whirlwind of emotions swirling around them. Finn could feel the heat radiating fromZanik’s body, the solid muscles flexing under his touch, and it made his head spin.

Zanik's fingers tangled in Finn's hair, tugging gently as their kisses grew deeper. Zanik’s hands slid up Finn’s sides, sending sparks of pleasure coursing through him. Every caress felt electric, awakening something inside Finn that he thought was long buried.

“Is this what you want?” Zanik murmured, his lips brushing against Finn’s neck, sending goosebumps across his skin.

Finn shivered at the sensation. “More than anything,” he whispered, desire pooling in his belly. “I want you to touch me like I’m not broken.”

Zanik’s gaze locked onto Finn’s, a mix of hunger and concern swirling in his eyes. “You don’t have to—”

Finn cut him off, a fierce determination rising within him. “I want to be treated like I’m not damaged goods. I’m not that stupid boy anymore — and I'm not the sad one you took from Urlek, either.”

With quick movements, eyes on Zanik as if to dare him to stop, Finn pushed himself back and stripped off his clothes, exposing his skin to the cool air of the ship. Zanik watched, his intense gaze drinking in every inch of Finn’s body, and the heat from that gaze made Finn feel alive.

Zanik’s breath caught, and Finn felt powerful, standing bare before him. He wanted to erase the memories of pain, to reclaim himself.

“Then come here,” Zanik commanded, the raw authority in his tone making Finn’s pulse quicken.

Finn’s breath hitched as Zanik’s gaze ignited with a primal heat, raw and undeniable. With a swift motion, Zanik tugged Finn on top of him, their bodies colliding with a satisfying weight. Finn’s skin flushed against Zanik’s, a heat pooling in hisbelly. The sensation sent shivers down Finn’s spine, awakening every nerve ending that had been dulled for so long.

Finn’s pulse raced, a mix of eagerness and uncertainty flooding through him. He breathed hard, his body responding to Zanik’s touch in ways he hadn’t expected. It felt foreign, exhilarating. The vulnerability washed over him, leaving him exposed yet craving more.

He had spent so long dissociated from his body, trapped in the memories of pain and humiliation. But now, as Zanik’s hands roamed over him, Finn felt something shift. It was a sensation he thought he’d lost — connection, desire, and a hint of freedom.

Finn ground down against Zanik, and felt a rush of power as Zanik groaned, his composure cracking. He leaned in, his breath hot against Zanik's ear. "Come on, big guy. You know you want to. I can feel it." He ground his hips down, feeling Zanik's hardnesses press against him.

Zanik's eyes flashed, a low growl rumbling in his chest. "You're always playing with fire."

Finn smirked, his heart pounding. "Maybe I like the burn."

With a swift movement, Zanik flipped them over, pinning Finn beneath his powerful body. Finn's breath hitched as his back hit the cockpit seat, excitement and fear coursing through him. He could feel Zanik's heartbeat, strong and steady, against his chest, beating hard enough to reach his own.

Zanik's eyes bore into his, intense and hungry. He leaned down, capturing Finn's mouth in a fierce kiss. Finn melted into it, arching up for more, his body responding with a hunger he hadn't felt in a long time.

The contrast was electrifying — Finn’s bare skin pressed against Zanik’s cool, black leather armor. Zanik's gaze darkened, smoldering with intensity as he stared down at Finn. The way his jaw tightened and his breath quickened sent shivers down Finn’s spine. It was as if Zanik were battling something primal insidehim, fighting to maintain control even as desire crackled in the air between them.

“Why are you still dressed?” Finn blurted out, a rush of boldness overcoming him. “Take your clothes off.”

Zanik arched an eyebrow, a wry smirk playing at the corners of his lips. “You’re not in charge here.”

“Says you,” Finn teased. "Get moving,boss."

Narrowing his eyes at Finn, Zanik slowly began to strip off his armor. Finn watched intently, eyes wide with eagerness as each piece fell away to reveal more of Zanik's powerful physique.

As Zanik peeled off his black top, muscles rippled beneath golden skin marred by scars and burns, testaments to a life lived on the edge. Each mark told a story; each line on his body screamed danger and strength.

Finn felt a flutter in his chest at the sight. He glanced down at himself at the scars that mapped out his own battles — the remnants of pain and resilience.

They were a perfect match.

Zanik's hands lowered to his belt, and Finn’s breath hitched as he caught sight of what lay beneath: twin cocks straining against the leather, clearly eager for release.

The fabric fell away, revealing Zanik's powerful thighs, thick with muscle and golden skin that glimmered in the dim light of the cockpit. Every inch of Zanik’s skin seemed to pulse with vitality, the planes and angles drawing Finn's gaze like a moth to flame.

As the cloth slipped down to Zanik's ankles, Finn’s breath hitched again at the sight before him. Two impressive cocks, standing proudly against Zanik’s firm abdomen. They glistened slightly, precome already beading at the tips enticingly.

Finn felt an urgent need clawing at him. He wanted to touch — to explore every hard line of Zanik's body, to feel that power beneath his fingertips. His own skin prickled with longing as heimagined running his hands along Zanik’s strong legs, feeling the heat radiate from his taut muscles.

The overwhelming urge flooded Finn with a mix of excitement and trepidation. How could he want this so badly? He’d spent months locked away from affection, lost in torment and pain, yet here he was, craving something so simple. It wasn’t just about pleasing Zanik; it was about pleasing himself.

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