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Before she could respond, his mouth captured hers again, and he kissed her with a wild desperation that bordered on madness. Yanking her hips forward, he braced his feet further apart and began thrusting into her harder, faster. Needing more leverage, he plucked her right off the table and carried her a few steps until her back was once again pressed up against the wall.
With his hands digging into her ass, he thrust hard, driving himself deep inside her over and over again. Her breathless moans and sighs sounded like music to his ears, and he felt pure satisfaction surge through him when she clung to him tightly and began chanting his name.
Zenix lost himself in the pleasure, moving mindlessly as the pressure slowly built inside of him. He felt his body tighten with his impending release but forced himself not to give into temptation. He refused to let himself go over the edge without her. When her pussy began to flutter around his cock, he tore his mouth away from hers.
“Come for me, Ayla. Come and take me with you.”
“Yes, my love,” she panted. “Anything you ask of me is yours.”
She threw her head back and moaned as she came, and her pussy clenched around his shaft so hard he could barely move. He continued to thrust into her using short, sharp jabs, prolonging her release until he finally gave in to his own.
Shudders wracked his body as he came, filling her with pulse after pulse of his hot seed. He slumped against her, pinning her to the wall with his large body while energy raced along his skin, burning him alive with white-hot pleasure. That energy seemed to seep into him, filling him until he felt utterly consumed by it. He felt their bond flare to life, growing stronger with each pulse of his climax until they were fully merged.
Ayla was his mate, the keeper of his heart, the other half of his soul.
However, he wasn’t the only one who loved her.
And now he was going to have to figure out how to build a future with her while keeping her safe from millions of adoring fans.
Chapter Five
Loving a superstarwasn’t easy.
That had become very clear to Zenix when he’d had to jump through several hoops in order to get Ayla back to his house without anyone finding out. Luckily, she’d had several changes of clothes stored in the dressing room, so that part had been simple enough.
But getting out of the building unnoticed was another story.
Dozens of fans had camped out in front of all of the arena exits after someone had revealed that Ayla had been practicing there. While most of them were probably harmless, there was no guarantee. The information leak had made Zenix’s blood boil, and whoever had put her in danger had better hope he never figured out who they were.
Because if he ever got his hands on them, he would make them pay.
Unfortunately, getting past the fans hadn’t been the only obstacle. Even some of the arena staff members and security team had stuck around, hoping to take a pic or vid of Ayla. Everyone wanted a minute of her time, but there wasn’t enough of it to be spared. However, if she refused, loyal fans could turn into haters in the blink of an eye.
Fame was a strange concept. While some actively sought it, others just sort of fell into it. No matter how it happened, the price that came with it was the same. Some people believed that being a celebrity made someone public property, as if the masses were entitled to every detail about their lives and images were required to be shared. That type of dehumanization was a dark and dangerous path, and it was easy for admiration to turn into obsession.
Claiming Ayla wasn’t entitled to privacy strictly because she liked to sing in front of an audience was fucking insane. Putting her songs out into the universe didn’t mean she had to share every other facet of her life, and it certainly didn’t mean the public had the right to make demands of her.
Zenix emphatically denied that reality. Even if someone was famous, they were still allowed to have a private life. There needed to be boundaries established between her and her fans in order for her to live a semblance of a normal life.
But that was easier said than done.
While Ayla had been willing to sign some autographs and take several pictures before she had left the arena, Zenix had gotten more upset with each passing minute. It seemed like the more she gave, the more people wanted to take from her. He’d drawn the line at letting her step outside to greet her fans. Even though she’d felt she owed them for waiting, he had adamantly pointed out that she hadn’t asked them to. In fact, they had tried to keep the rehearsal quiet so people wouldn’t show up at the arena.
In order to keep her safe, Zenix had broken a rule and used the emergency teleporting pad hidden in the lower level of the arena. While he had taken Ayla directly to his secluded home on the island, one of the female security team members had pretended to be Ayla when her team had been escorted back to the resort. Keeping up the pretense of her staying at the resort was one way to stop people from searching for her real location.
That wouldn’t last, but it gave them some temporary cover.
Zenix had been pleased when Ayla had fallen in love with his home at first sight. She had been shocked to discover that he was the only one who lived in such a huge place, though she liked the privacy aspect. As they had strolled down the short dock toward the house, she’d laughed when he’d told her the story of the Dragon Warriors who had created it for him. Since she was friends with a few Dragon Warriors herself, Ayla knew just how extra they could be.
Although her beauty and aura were quite intimidating, Zenix was amazed at just how comfortable he was in her presence. For a superstar, Ayla was shockingly normal. She was a cheerful, intelligent, talented individual with an easy smile and an infectious laugh. However, even though their minds had been linked when they’d bonded, they were still essentially strangers.
Because of that, they talked and shared tidbits about their lives over huge bowls of pasta they had ordered in from one of the restaurants on the mainland. As they ate, Zenix kept wanting to pinch himself to see if he was dreaming. Honestly, he couldn’t believe that Ayla actually belonged to him. He was the luckiest bastard in the entire universe, but he felt completely undeserving of the honor of being her mate.
Still, there was no way he was ever going to let her go.
Zenix had snorted in amusement when he saw that Evo had added a ridiculously large strawberry and cream cake with pretty pink buttercream frosting to their dinner order without asking. When his mate had inquired about how Evo had known that was one of her favorite sweet treats, he’d reminded her that the AI system had access to every article and social media post ever written about her.
“Handy,” had been her only response to that.
