17. Zyx

17

ZYX

I lose myself in the kiss, my entire world narrowing down to the feel of Bronwyn's lips against mine. She tastes like hope and possibility, and I can't get enough. My hands slide into her hair, pulling her closer as I deepen the kiss. Every nerve in my body is on fire, singing with the rightness of this moment.

But then Bronwyn pulls back, her eyes searching mine. "Zyx," she says softly, her voice hesitant. "Is there... is there a wife or partner back home I should know about?"

I shake my head, cupping her face in my hands. "No, Bronwyn. There's no one else. There's never been anyone else."

She relaxes slightly, but I can still see a hint of uncertainty in her eyes. I take a deep breath, wondering if this is a problem she's seen other experience. For noctari, there are sexual partners or mates. And that is all.

"Bronwyn, there's something you need to understand about noctari," I start, my thumbs tracing gentle circles on her cheeks. "Our mating bonds are... they're everything to us. When a noctari finds their mate, it's for life. We can only bond once, and it's not something we take lightly."

Her eyes widen, and I press on, needing her to understand. "So when I say there is no one else, know that I mean that." I give her a smile. "I wouldn't have even let you near my wings if there was."

She scans my face, and then a small smile tugs on her lips. "Good."

It seems to be all the answer she needs because Bronwyn leans in, her lips parting slightly as she presses them against mine. I wrap my arms around her, pulling her onto my lap.

She lets out a soft gasp as I deepen the kiss, claiming her mouth with an intensity that surprises even me. Her hands grip my shoulders, her nails digging into my skin as she melts into the kiss.

I call upon my shadows, letting them swirl around us like a dark cocoon. Bronwyn's eyes widen as she looks up, gasping at the sight of the writhing darkness.

I take advantage of her distraction, my hands slipping under her shirt, tracing the smooth skin of her back. She shivers at my touch, her breath hitching as I trail kisses down her neck.

Her shirt hits the floor, followed quickly by her bra. I take a moment to appreciate the sight of her, my eyes tracing the curve of her breasts, the line of her collarbone.

She's beautiful, and the fierce need to make her mine erupts in me. I lean in, capturing one of her nipples in my mouth, teasing it with my tongue until she's squirming in my lap.

I move to the other breast, lavishing it with the same attention. Bronwyn's hands are in my hair, holding me close as she grinds against me. I can feel her heat, even through our clothes, and it's driving me wild. I trail kisses down her stomach, my fingers toying with the waistband of her pants.

"Zyx," she gasps out.

I pause, my eyes meeting hers. "Do you want this, Bronwyn?" I ask, my voice rough with desire. I need to hear her say it, need to know that she wants this as much as I do.

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 my lips 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 into my 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."

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 and desire. It's a moment of pure, raw connection, and I never want it to end.

So I won't let it. Not yet.