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She explodes around me. Her pussy convulses, waves of pleasure rippling through her, milking my cock. She whispers my name, her voice cracking, her fingers gripping my shoulders so hard it hurts.
The sensation of her coming undone pushes me over the edge. I thrust into her one last time, burying myself as deep as I can go, and I let go.
My vision whites out. I roar, a guttural sound of release and possession, as I empty myself inside her. Pulse after pulse of hot cum spurts into her channel, filling her up. I hold her tight, my hips jerking reflexively as I ride out the aftershocks, marking her as mine in the most primal way possible.
We slump against the wall sitting exhausted, breathing heavy our chests heaving, our hearts racing in sync. The air is thick with the smell of sex—sweat and cum and the lingering scent of her perfume. It’s the best thing I’ve ever smelled.
I bury my face in the crook of her neck, inhaling her scent, feeling the rapid thrum of her pulse against my lips.
For a moment, the rage is gone. The darkness outside the windows doesn’t matter. The threats don’t matter. There’s only this. Only her.
She strokes my hair, her fingers gentle now, combing through the damp strands. It’s a stark contrast to the anger and rage of just moments ago, but it feels just as necessary.
"Okay?" she whispers, her voice hoarse.
I lift my head to look at her. Her cheeks are flushed, her lips swollen and red from my kisses. She looks thoroughly fucked. She looks beautiful.
"Yeah," I say, my voice rough. "I'm okay."
She smiles, a small, crooked thing that makes my chest tight. "Good. Because I'm not letting you go."
I lean in and kiss her, softer this time. A slow, lingering brush of lips that tastes of promise and belonging.
"You're stuck with me, Nova," I murmur against her mouth. "Forever."
She pulls back slightly, her eyes searching mine. "Then you better be ready to fight for me, Romeo. Because I'm not going anywhere."
I grip her chin, tilting her face up. "I'll burn the world down before I let anyone take you from me."
She laughs, a low, breathless sound. "I know you will. That's why I'm here."
We sit there on the floor of the hallway, tangled together in the aftermath, letting the silence settle back around us. But it’s not heavy anymore. It’s not a weight. It’s a shield. The darkness is still outside, but in here, in the circle of her arms, I’m exactly where I’m meant to be. And I’m never leaving.
I hold her against my chest. I listen. The hum of the security system. The distant rhythm of Tomás breathing. The faint shift of Marisol turning in her sleep, her body still restless even in the deep hours.
My family. Chosen. Assembled from wreckage and stubbornness and a gas station wedding dress and a napkin note that saysyou're my favorite weirdo.Someone photographed them like targets on a range.
I stare at the ceiling. Nova's heartbeat pulses against my ribs, steady as a drum.
Whatever comes through that door next is going to meet a man who has found everything worth keeping.
And a man with everything to lose is the most dangerous thing alive.
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nova
The Ghost
The Infrastructure Bleeds
Fabio's voice wakes me before the alarm does.
Not his body — his voice, crackling through the speaker on Romeo's phone, filling the bedroom with the clipped fury of a man reporting a failure he cannot explain. I lie still for three seconds with my eyes closed, running the diagnostic. Tomás —breathing through the wall, steady, asleep. Marisol — her room is silent, which means she is either sleeping or already awake and listening the same way I am.
Romeo is sitting on the edge of the bed. I can feel the tension in the mattress — the coiled weight of a man who has been awake longer than he should have been, absorbing bad news in the dark while I slept against his back.
"Say that again," Romeo says into the phone.
