24. Bronwyn

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I gaze out over the breathtaking view of Caelus, the vibrant city lights twinkling against the sky. Zyx's warm presence beside me feels like home, his wing draped protectively around my shoulders. We've made this our nightly ritual, finding solace in each other's company as we watch the day fade into night.

"Tomorrow's the last night," I murmur, a hint of sadness creeping into my voice.

Zyx turns to me, his silver eyes gleaming in the twilight. "It'll be the biggest night of all," he says, his voice dipping low in a way that makes heat stir low in my gut. "The culmination of everything we've experienced this week."

I lean into him, savoring his closeness. "I can't believe how much has changed in such a short time," I admit. "This whole week has just been wild."

Everything since I came here.

Zyx's hand finds mine, his fingers intertwining with my own. "A lot can happen in such a short amount of time."

I look up at him, my heart pounding. The intensity in his gaze takes my breath away. Without thinking, I lean in, pressing my lips to his.

The kiss starts soft, tentative, like the ones we've shared throughout the week. But something shifts. Maybe it's the looming end of Nati, the fear of what comes next, or simply the culmination of a week's worth of building tension. Whatever it is, it ignites a fire within me.

I deepen the kiss, my hands sliding up to tangle in Zyx's silky white hair. He responds immediately, pulling me closer, his strong arms encircling my waist. His wings cocoon us, creating a private world where only we exist.

Zyx's lips move against mine with increasing urgency, and I match his passion. My tongue traces the seam of his lips, seeking entrance, which he eagerly grants. As our tongues dance, I feel a low growl rumble through his chest, the vibration sending waves of heat through my body.

His hands roam my back, leaving trails of fire in their wake. I arch into him, desperate for more contact. One of his hands tangles in my hair, gently tugging my head back to expose my neck. His lips leave mine to blaze a trail of kisses along my jaw and down my throat.

I gasp as he nips at a sensitive spot, my fingers digging into his shoulders. "Zyx," I breathe, his name a prayer on my lips.

Zyx grips my waist, lifting me effortlessly until I'm straddling him. Our kiss deepens, tongues clashing, breaths mingling. His hands roam my body, sparking fires wherever they touch. I gasp as he pulls at my clothing, fabric ripping in his haste.

"Lie back," he growls against my mouth. I comply, the cool grass a stark contrast to the heat of my skin. Above us, the night sky stretches out, stars twinkling like diamonds scattered on velvet.

Zyx's gaze captures mine, his silver eyes reflecting the starlight. "Keep your eyes up there," he commands, tracing a path down my neck, between my breasts, stopping at the waistband of my pants. He hooks his fingers, tugging them down and off.

Shadows rise around us like dark walls, blocking out the world but leaving the sky visible. It's just us, cocooned in his magic. The air crackles with tension, each touch amplified by the intimacy of our seclusion.

His hands return to my body, exploring every curve and hollow. Each touch is deliberate, possessive. His shadows dance across my skin, cool tendrils leaving trails of goosebumps in their wake. They wrap around my wrists, gently pinning them above my head.

Zyx settles between my legs, spreading them wider. His breath is hot against my inner thigh, making me shiver. He looks up at me, eyes locked onto mine. "You're gonna watch the stars while I make you scream, understand?"

I nod, swallowing hard. His fingers trail along my thigh, teasingly slow. When they finally reach their destination, I buck against him, a moan escaping my lips.

"Shh," he whispers, circling gently. "We're just getting started."

One finger slides inside me, then another. His movements are unhurried, deliberate. His mouth joins his hands, tongue flicking against me with expert precision. The combination of sensations sends waves of pleasure crashing through me.

His shadows continue their dance, caressing my skin, wrapping around my legs, pulling them farther apart. They mimic his movements, stroking and teasing, driving me higher.

Zyx's tongue moves faster, fingers pumping in rhythm. My breath hitches, body tensing. He curls his fingers, hitting a spot that makes me see stars brighter than any in the sky.

"Zyx," I pant, writhing beneath him. His only response is a low growl, vibrations sending shockwaves of pleasure through me.

A third finger joins the others, stretching me, filling me. His mouth sucks gently, tongue flicking rapidly. The dual sensations push me to the edge.

"Oh god," I moan, back arching. His grip on my wrists tightens, shadows holding me down.

"Not god," he growls against me. "Just me. Now come for me, Bronwyn."

His command undoes me. Pleasure explodes, white-hot and blinding. I scream, body convulsing, eyes locked onto the stars above. They blur into a sea of light, mirroring the fireworks exploding within me. Wave after wave of ecstasy crashes over me, leaving me gasping and spent.

Zyx releases my wrists, shadows dissipating. He moves up, capturing my mouth in a searing kiss. I can taste myself on him, the mix of our flavors intoxicating. His body covers mine, his hardness pressing against my core.

"Ready for more?" he murmurs against my lips. I nod, wrapping my arms around him, pulling him closer. His eyes search mine, a question lingering.

"I want you," I whisper, answering his unspoken query. A slow smile spreads across his face, lustful and promising.

Zyx positions himself at my entrance, his silver eyes locked onto mine. With a slow, deliberate thrust, he enters me, filling me completely. A low groan escapes his lips as he begins to move, his hips rolling in a rhythm that sends waves of pleasure crashing through me.

His mouth captures mine, tongue plunging in sync with his body. I can taste myself on him, a heady mixture that only serves to heighten my arousal. His hands roam my body, gripping, squeezing, possessing. I meet each thrust, my hips rising to meet his, our bodies colliding in a dance as old as time.

But it's not enough. I need more. I need control.

"Flip over," I demand, my voice barely more than a growl. Zyx complies, rolling onto his back and pulling me with him. I straddle him, my hands pressing against his chest for leverage. His wings spread out beneath him, a dark contrast against the grass.

I begin to move, sliding up and down his length, taking him deep inside me. Zyx's hands grip my hips, guiding me, urging me faster. I lean forward, my hands on either side of his head, my hair falling like a curtain around us. His eyes are wild, pupils blown wide with desire.

"Fuck, Bronwyn," he groans, his hips bucking up to meet mine. "You feel so damn good."

I ride him hard, my pace relentless. Sweat beads on my skin, our bodies slick and sliding against each other. Each thrust sends shockwaves of pleasure through me, building, coiling, pushing me closer to the edge.

Zyx's hands roam my body, cupping my breasts, teasing my nipples. His touch is electric, igniting fires wherever he touches. I lean back, changing the angle, taking him even deeper. His eyes roll back, a low growl rumbling from his chest.

"Close," I pant, my body tensing, coiling like a spring ready to snap. "So close."

Zyx's grip on my hips tightens, his fingers digging into my flesh. He meets my thrusts with his own, our bodies colliding in a frenzy of need and desire. The world around us fades away, nothing existing but the two of us, lost in this primal dance.

"Come with me," I demand, my voice a breathless moan. "Come with me, Zyx."

His eyes flash, silver turning to molten steel. With a final, powerful thrust, he sends me spiraling over the edge. Pleasure explodes, white-hot and blinding. I scream his name, my body convulsing, gripping him tight.

Zyx follows me, his body tensing, his cock pulsing deep inside me. He roars, a sound of pure, raw pleasure that echoes through the night. His wings snap out, wrapping around me, holding me close as we ride out the storm together.

As the waves of pleasure begin to ebb, I collapse onto his chest, our bodies still joined, our hearts pounding in sync. Zyx's arms wrap around me, holding me close. His lips press against my temple, his voice a soft rumble against my ear.

"Best Nati ever," he whispers, a satisfied smile in his voice. I can't help but agree, a soft laugh escaping my lips as I nuzzle into his chest, our bodies still entwined, our hearts still racing. This is a night I'll never forget.