Page 38 of Bronx

Her breaths came in short gasps, her chest heaving as the sensations coursed through her like a wildfire. This was unlike anything she had ever experienced before—it was raw and powerful, yet tender and caring.

“Bronx,” she whispered as she struggled to regain control over her body. The room seemed to spin around her, the colors blending together in a dizzying kaleidoscope of passion and devotion.

Bronx moved up her body, his strong arms cradling her as if she was the most precious thing in the world. Their gazes met, and the depth of their connection radiated between them.

“Are you okay?” he asked, and suddenly she knew that despite his own desire, he would always put Cora’s needs above his own.

“More than okay,” she breathed, a small smile playing on her lips as she reached up to stroke his cheek. “You…that was amazing.”

“Only the best for my mate,” Bronx replied, his eyes darkening with what looked like pride and desire. He leaned down, capturing her mouth in a searing kiss that made her toes curl.

As their tongues danced, Cora felt herself being swept away by the sheer intensity of their connection. It was as if the world beyond the walls of their bedroom ceased to exist, replaced by the all-consuming love they shared. Time seemed to lose its meaning, each second stretching out into eternity as they reveled in the passionate embrace.

And as they continued to drown in each other’s embrace, Cora’s fears of the past and uncertainties about the future seemed to vanish, replaced by the indomitable strength of their connection. In that moment, they were not simply Bronx and Cora—they were two souls, joined, pulsing in sync.

In this moment, Cora knew she had found her sanctuary—a place where she could let go of the fears and insecurities that had haunted her for so long. And as she lay there in Bronx’s arms, a newfound strength bloomed within her—for as long as they were together, nothing could stand in their way.

Cora’s chest heaved with each breath, her skin flushed and glistening with perspiration as she lay beneath Bronx’s enormous body. The intensity of their connection left her trembling, but she refused to be a passive participant in this moment of intimacy.

“Bronx,” she panted, gently pushing against his broad shoulders. He looked down at her quizzically. “It’s my turn.”

“Are you sure?” he asked hesitantly, his gaze gauging her reaction. “You don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with.”

Cora nodded firmly. “I want to. I want to show you how much you mean to me.”

Understanding flickered in his gaze, and Bronx carefully rolled off her, allowing Cora to wriggle free. She moved down the bed, acutely aware of Bronx’s gaze fixed upon her.

Tentatively, she reached out to touch him, her small hand shaking slightly as she traced the contours of his muscular body. She wanted to burrow into the heat radiating from his skin, and she marveled at the contrast between his strength and her own dainty frame. A thrill coursed through her veins, emboldening her actions.

Carefully, she peeled off his jeans, Bronx lifting his hips off the bed to help her.

Cora allowed herself to be guided by desire to please him, caressing Bronx’s stiff cock in a way that elicited soft growls of pleasure. The sound sent a flush of pride through her, banishing her lingering insecurities.

“Amazing,” Bronx grated out, his voice strained with desire. His eyes were hooded, watching her every movement with rapt attention.

Emboldened by his response, Cora continued her exploration, her fingers trailing over the hard planes of his body. She felt the powerful thrum of his heartbeat beneath her touch, a steady rhythm that echoed her own. The knowledge that they were so intimately connected filled her with awe.

She paused for a moment to look into Bronx’s eyes.

“I trust you completely,” he said, his voice husky with emotion.

With that encouragement, Cora leaned in closer, her lips parting as she slid them around his hardness, like silk over steel.

As she grew more confident, her movements became surer, and she slid up and down his cock, her tongue flicking over the head, eliciting low growls of appreciation from Bronx. She reveled in her power.

Bronx’s fingers threaded through Cora’s silky hair, gripping it gently but firmly as his arousal intensified.

Something shifted between them. The air around them seemed to crackle with energy, as if their connection had taken on a tangible form.

“Ah,” he breathed, barely able to form words as waves of ecstasy threatened to wash over him. Her eyes flicked up to meet his, pride and satisfaction shining within them.

As the pressure built inside him, threatening to crest into an orgasm, Bronx knew he needed to stop her before he reached that point.

I can’t come yet. Not until I’ve made her mine.

He didn’t want this moment between them to end just yet; he wanted to share every last second with her. With a gentle tug on her hair, he pulled her away from him, staring down into her eyes.

“Wait,” he rasped, his voice thick with desire. “Not yet.”

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