30. Bronwyn

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brONWYN

I gasp softly as Zyx carries me across the threshold of our home. Our home. The thought sends a thrill through me. His strong arms cradle me close to his chest, and I can feel the steady beat of his heart against my cheek. The warmth of his skin seeps into me, chasing away the cool night air.

As he sets me down gently, our eyes lock. The intensity in his silver gaze takes my breath away. All the love, desire, and promise of our future together shine in those otherworldly eyes. My heart races, and I feel a blush creep up my cheeks.

"Bronwyn," Zyx whispers, his voice husky with emotion. He cups my face in his hands, his touch so tender it nearly brings tears to my eyes. "My mate. My love."

I lean into his touch, overwhelmed by the depth of feeling between us. "Zyx," I breathe, my voice barely audible. "I never thought I could feel this way."

He smiles, a soft, intimate expression that makes my knees weak. His wings rustle softly behind him, and I'm struck again by the otherworldly beauty of this man - this noctari - who has chosen me as his life partner.

Slowly, reverently, Zyx leans in. His lips brush against mine, soft as a whisper at first. The kiss deepens, and I melt into him, my arms winding around his neck. His wings envelop us both, creating a cocoon of warmth and safety.

When we finally part, both breathless, Zyx rests his forehead against mine. "I love you, Bronwyn," he murmurs. "With everything I am."

"I love you too, Zyx," I reply, my voice thick with emotion. "More than I ever thought possible."

I start to undress Zyx, my fingers trembling with anticipation. Each brush of my hands against his skin sends a jolt of electricity through both of us, our bond amplifying every sensation. His silver eyes lock onto mine, reflecting the dim light of the room and the heated desire between us.

Zyx's hands mirror mine, exploring every curve and line of my body as if it were a sacred ground. Each touch is deliberate, reverent, and filled with a passion that sets my nerves on fire. I can feel his every emotion, his desire and love intertwining with mine, creating a feedback loop of intense pleasure.

I slowly lower myself before him, my heart pounding in my chest. My hands trace down his torso, feeling the taut muscles beneath his smooth, shimmering skin. I unlace his pants, my fingers brushing against the hard length of him. A shiver runs through both of us, and I can feel his pulse quicken, echoing my own racing heart.

I pull him out, my hand wrapping around his cock, feeling the heat and hardness of him. The sensation is mirrored in my own body, a phantom touch that sends a moan escaping my lips. I stroke him, my hand moving in a steady rhythm, feeling the pleasure building in both of us.

Leaning in, I take him into my mouth, my lips wrapping around him. The taste of him, the feel of him, it's all amplified by our bond. I can feel his pleasure, his desire, his love, all merging with mine. I suck and lick, my head bobbing as I take him deeper, my own body aching with need.

The sounds of our pleasure fill the room, a symphony of moans and gasps. I can feel Zyx's hands in my hair, his hips moving in time with my mouth. The emotions between us are a whirlwind, a storm of passion and love that threatens to consume us both.

I bring him to the brink, my own body trembling with the shared pleasure. Just as I feel him about to come, Zyx pulls me off him, a growl rumbling from deep within his chest.

"I will finish inside my mate," he says, his voice a low, primal sound that sends a shiver down my spine. His eyes are wild, feral, filled with a hunger that matches my own.

Zyx's grip on my hips is firm as he bends me over the closest piece of furniture, the wooden counter on the edge of the kitchen, a low, primal growl rumbling from his chest. The cool wood presses against my stomach, a stark contrast to the heat of his body behind me.

His lips trail down my spine, kissing every inch of skin as if it were sacred ground. I shiver with anticipation, my breath hitching as his hands grip my ass, squeezing and kneading.

"Zyx," I moan, his name escaping my lips like a secret. Our bond amplifies every sensation, his pleasure merging with mine, creating a feedback loop of intense desire. I can feel his need, his hunger, mirroring my own. It's overwhelming, all-consuming, pushing me to the edge of sanity.

His grip on my hair is sudden and dominant, pulling my head back as he presses against me. I can feel him, hard and ready, teasing my entrance. "Please," I beg, my voice a desperate whisper. "I need you."

Zyx's response is a low, guttural sound, a mix of a groan and a growl. He slides into me slowly, inch by agonizing inch, filling me completely. The sensation is incredible, more intimate than anything I've ever experienced. I can feel every ridge, every pulse, as if his body were an extension of my own.

His wings envelop us, creating a cocoon of warmth and shared passion. Each thrust is hard and slow, a deliberate claim on my body and soul. I reach back, my hands finding his wings, stroking the sensitive membranes. Zyx shudders, a jolt of pleasure coursing through both of us.

"Fuck, Bronwyn," he grunts, his pace quickening. The sound of our bodies coming together fills the room, a raw, primal symphony. I scream out as the bond intensifies the sensations, his pleasure amplifying my own. It's too much, too intense, pushing me over the edge.

Our climax is simultaneous, an explosion of shared ecstasy that leaves us both gasping for breath. Zyx's wings tighten around us, his body shaking with the force of our release. We stay like that for a moment, locked in our embrace, our hearts pounding in sync.

But I haven't had enough.

I spin around, pushing Zyx back onto the couch, my breath still ragged from our previous encounter. His silver eyes widen in surprise, then darken with renewed desire as I straddle him. I can feel him, hard and ready beneath me, and a shiver of anticipation runs through me.

"Bronwyn," he growls, his voice a low rumble that sends a pulse of heat straight to my core.

His hands grip my hips, fingers digging into my flesh with a delicious pressure. I lean down, my breasts swaying in front of his face. He captures one nipple in his mouth, sucking and biting until I'm grinding against him, my body already aching for more.

I reach between us, wrapping my hand around his cock. He's slick with our combined release, and the sensation is obscene and filthy and perfect. I guide him to my entrance, sinking down slowly. I'm sensitive, swollen from our earlier lovemaking, and the stretch of him inside me is almost too much. I whimper, my hips trembling as I adjust to his size.

Zyx groans, his head falling back against the couch. "Fuck, Bronwyn," he mutters, his eyes never leaving mine. "You're driving my cum deeper into you."

The words are crude, possessive, and they send a thrill through me. I start to move, rising and falling on his length, my body already coiling with tension.

His hands grip my ass, guiding me, urging me faster. "You want this?" he rasps, his voice barely controlled. "You want to carry my kids, Bronwyn?"

The question sends a shockwave through me. The idea of being filled with his child, of being bound to him in every way possible, is intoxicating.

I whimper, my movements becoming frantic. "Yes," I gasp. "Yes, I want it."

Zyx growls, his hips bucking up to meet mine. "I'll fill you again and again," he promises, his voice a primal snarl. "Until you're round with my child."

His movements turn aggressive, almost feral. Our bodies slap together, the sound echoing through the room. Sweat drips down my spine, and Zyx's skin shimmers with it, his colors shifting in time with our movements. I can feel his pleasure, his need, his love, all merging with mine, pushing me higher and higher.

I come with a scream, my body convulsing around him. Zyx roars, his release hot and deep inside me. He pulls me down onto him, his arms wrapping around me, his wings enfolding us both. We stay like that, our breaths gradually slowing, our hearts pounding in sync.

"Mine," Zyx whispers, his voice a possessive growl. "You're mine, Bronwyn."

And I don't want to be anything else.