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“Kaos,” she said, voice smaller. “Please look at me.”

He did.

She studied his face—so calm, but full of fire. Her heart pulsed harder. “I keep wondering,” she whispered, “if it’s really going to happen. If I’m really going to be erased.”

His eyes locked on hers. “Not while I breathe.”

“But if it does—”

“It won’t.” His voice was solid, final. Not hope. Intention.

Her breath hitched, eyes flicking to his mouth, then down to the space between them. The words she’d meant to say vanished.

“I want to touch you,” she whispered. “Like you’re mine.”

Kaos moved before she could finish, his wings unfurling and closing around them in a single, silent command. Light vanished, sound dimmed. Only heat and breath remained. His arms followed, pulling her into his lap, holding her. “I am yours,” he said, the words low and shaped from something primal cracking inside him. “Nobody can see us now.”

Her breath stuttered. She moved, straddling his lap, hands shaking as she pushed her fingers into his hair. “I want to show you what it means to be mine,” she breathed.

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Her body was fire in his lap, fueled by panic and worship. His hands locked around her waist, then her hips, pulling her tighter against him. His mind screamed warnings, ticking clocks, consequences—but her need drowned them all.

She dragged her lips across his jaw as if tasting the seconds left between them. Kaos growled deep in his throat. “Show me,” he said, voice rough with restraint.

His hands moved under her shirt, palms skating across her back. Her touch was hot, trembling, but steady in the way she kissed him—like she was carving her name into the inside of his chest.

His restraint shattered. He kissed her with the weight of every second left, every thread of fury and devotion wrapped into one impossible storm. Her mouth opened under his, and he devoured her, a god trying to burn the clock alive.

The gleaming black mantle that flowed from his waist to his feet parted at her touch—Lust and Rage yielding to her hands. Her breath struck his cock like a summons. “Jaxi,” he said, low—part warning, part surrender.

“I want this,” she said, her voice thick, trembling. Her fingers brushed along his shaft—possessive. Heat hit him like a war drum. “I want to taste every part of you.” Her mouth closed over him, warm and hungry, and time ripped loose from its tether. He throbbed against her tongue, breath punching out through clenched teeth as she dragged him into a rhythm born of urgency and possession. The heat of her lips claimed him, and he felt it—every ounce of his restraint screaming as it burned away in her mouth.

His spine arched with her raw, desperate movements. Inexperience made holy. Made lethal.Kaos reached down, pulling her up hard into his lap, his breath ragged now. He yanked at the waistband of her jeans, dragging them down her legs and tossing them aside, then stripping away what remained between her and the throb of his cock.

He kissed her, rough and full of heat, his mouth moving to her ear as he pressed her down against him.“I need your body,” he rasped, sucking her into his lungs, “wrapped around my cock.”

He drove into her in one fierce stroke, and her breath shattered against his throat. Her body clung to him—tight, wet, trembling—pulling him deeper with every thrust. The rhythm was primal, their skin crashing in a silent war against time. He gripped her hips, burying himself harder, faster, chasing the edge as her desperate shocked cries filled his ear like salvation.

Every thrust dragged him closer to the edge, breaking his breaths into ragged groans.“I'm going to come inside you,” he growled, voice shredded with heat. “I want you full of me.” He slammed her faster. “So deep thegodsfucking choke on it.”

A wave of power slammed into his wings then mind.If you climax again, we’ll havemore than Nominous on our backs,Kollaborator warned.Pull out, or kiss existence goodbye.

Kaos’s body locked up.

Jaxi gasped against his mouth. “What’s wrong?”

He exhaled once, hard and rough. “We have to stop.”

She looked stricken, confused, still burning. “Why?”

“Because I plan to keep you.” His voice came jagged, breath steaming against her mouth. “But if I climax inside you, I lose the one thing I’d burn heaven to keep.”

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The vehicle swallowed the road like it knew time was waning. Kaos sat motionless, his shoulders coiled, every part of him still raw from what he hadn't finished. Jaxi’s breathing was the only thing he could hear and the one thing that didn’t make him want to burn the sky.

“Turn there,” Kollaborator said.