Page 37 of Bronx

“Beautiful,” he murmured, kissing her collarbone and eliciting a small sigh from Cora. A soft smile played on her lips as she allowed herself to be swept away by the intensity of their shared emotions.

Bronx lowered his head to Cora’s breasts, the rapid rise and fall of her chest bringing her nipples close to his mouth. Her breaths were shallow, quick, a sign of nerves that tugged at his emotions. He knew she had been through so much, and he wanted nothing more than to show her the love and care she deserved.

“Relax,” Bronx whispered. “I’ll take care of you.”

Cora nodded slowly, giving her consent for him to continue. As Bronx pressed gentle kisses upon her breasts, he made sure to maintain eye contact, ensuring her comfort every step of the way.

“Bronx,” Cora breathed as she closed her eyes, allowing herself to immerse in the sensation of his lips on her skin. When his tongue flicked over her nipple, a gasp escaped her lips, followed by a low moan as he continued to tease and taste her.

“Feel good?” he asked, his voice husky with desire.

“Yes,” she panted, her fingers gripping his shoulders tightly as her back arched, bringing her body closer to his. She writhed under him, her hips involuntarily grinding against his, seeking more of the pleasure he was providing her.

“Tell me what you want,” Bronx murmured as he continued to lavish attention on her other breast, his large hands caressing her sides, making her feel safe and secure.

“More,” she whimpered, her head falling back onto the pillow. “Please, I need more.”

“Anything for you,” he growled softly, his wolfish nature rising to the surface as he sensed her desire.

“I trust you,” she whispered.

And with that simple declaration, their connection deepened.

Cora’s breath hitched at the feel of Bronx’s lips leaving her breasts, his hands moving down her sides as he shifted lower on the bed.

“Are you sure about this?” Bronx asked gently, his eyes searching hers for any sign of hesitation. His hand came to rest on the waistband of her pants, fingers brushing against her hip bone.

“Y-Yes,” she stuttered, swallowing hard. “I trust you.”

“Good.” A ghost of a smile crossed his lips before he began to tug at her pants, pulling them down slowly, along with her underwear. Every inch of exposed skin felt like a revelation, vulnerable and intimate under his watchful gaze.

For a moment, she stiffened.

“Shh, my love. Relax,” he murmured, pressing soft kisses along her inner thigh as he moved back up her body. His breath fanned across her sensitive skin, eliciting shivers that had nothing to do with fear and everything to do with arousal.

“Remember, you’re in control,” Bronx whispered as he nuzzled against her center, his tongue darting out to taste her arousal. Cora gasped, her fingers digging into the sheets as she fought to maintain some semblance of control.

“Bronx,” she moaned, her hips bucking, seeking more contact with his teasing mouth.

“Tell me if it’s too much,” Bronx growled, his words muffled against her flesh as he began to lap at her folds with more fervor.

“More,” Cora panted. “God, don’t stop,” she begged.

As Bronx continued to worship her body with his mouth, a flicker of hope began to burn in Cora. Maybe she could let go of her past and embrace the love that was blossoming between them. And as Bronx held her close, she knew that, together, they could face whatever challenges lay ahead.

As she became lost in the sensations coursing through her, Cora could feel her fear slowly dissipating, replaced by a growing sense of trust and love for the man who had proven he would be there for her.

Cora whimpered, her body feeling molten under his touch.

The sensation was overwhelming, unlike anything she’d ever experienced before. It was enough to push away the lingering shadows of her past and allow her to focus solely on the man who was worshipping her body with such care and devotion.

A whirlwind of pleasure overwhelmed her mind as he continued to work his tongue over her sensitive nub. It was as if every nerve ending in her body had come alive, sparking a fire that threatened to consume her whole.

“Let go, Cora. I’ve got you,” Bronx murmured, and it was all the encouragement she needed.

A wave of pleasure crashed over her, and in that moment, they were truly one.

Cora’s body trembled, her fingers digging into the sheets as the intensity of her orgasm threatened to shatter her.

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