Page 155 of Neon Flux

Instead, he just leaned down and kissed me.

It felt so damn good—and I knew I was done for.

He kept the rhythm with his fingers, brutal and unrelenting, until my legs were shaking.

“Cy…”

“Yes. Say my name. Look at me. Show me I’m real.”

He was panting, his breath hot against my face, his bangs falling over his forehead. I reached up and pushed them back, gripping his hair tight.

“Cy…I see you.”

I pulled him into a deep kiss, my tongue frantic for his as my whole body trembled, cresting on a wave of pleasure.

We kept our Flux buried, but I could still feel it. Our bodies, our very beings, syncing into one harmonious frequency that pulsed through me in wave after wave. I was floating in a sea of ecstasy I knew would drown me.

He drove me through my orgasm until there was nothing left, then withdrew his fingers, tracing them across my skin. Buthe never released the kiss. Not even when I heard the tear of a condom wrapper. Not even as he gripped beneath my thighs and lifted me, my legs wrapping around him.

I felt him walking, but I was so absorbed in the taste of him, the press of his lips, that I was caught off guard when my back hit the ice-cold window.

I gasped—but he swallowed the sound, giving me a moment's reprieve as he hiked me up and sank me back down onto him.

“Fuck.” I groaned as he stretched me, my body still overstimulated.

“I didn’t know anything could feel this good,” he whispered against my neck. He didn’t move at first, just held me there, as close as two people could be.

Then he shifted his grip, hooking one of my knees over his forearm then pressing his hand flat against the glass. He leaned his forehead against mine as he started to move, his hips pulsing faster and faster, like he couldn’t stop himself.

I knew I was visible to anyone flying by on their morning commute, my ass and back pressed against the glass. I didn’t care. I wanted more. I wanted everything.

“Look at me, doll. Please.” His voice cracked with a desperation I hadn’t heard before.

I looked into his eyes. There was no Flux there, only raw vulnerability that made me want to run.

“Stop looking at me like that,” I said between breaths.

“Like what? Like I’m going to push you past your limits and make you feel things you never even knew existed? Or is it the hunger you see—the hunger for you so deep it scares me? The way I can’t get you out of my head? Worse, you’re in my blood, my very soul.”

I’d heard a million confessions during sex. Hormones and pleasure drove people to say wild things. But this was different. This cut straight into the heart of me, and I knew I’d let it gotoo far. We’d gone too far. This connection between us was more dangerous than anything I’d ever felt.

But I still couldn’t stop. Not while he was this close. Not while that part of me I’d buried a long time ago clung to him like he was the only thing worth saving in this fucked-up world.

“Come for me again, Eon.”

And I did—because no matter how much I lied to myself, I could never resist him.

I dressed silentlywhile Cy showered, my mind reeling with what had just happened between us. Not just the physical act—thousands of transactions like that marked my past—but the moment we’d stopped using Flux, when we’d stripped away the one barrier that had always kept us safe from each other. Without electricity arcing between us, without that perfect excuse for why our bodies responded like they did, we’d been left with something raw and vulnerable.

Something that terrified me more than any corporate threat.

I looked at the bathroom door, watching steam curl from beneath it. I couldn’t stay. Not here. Not with him. Not when I could feel my frequency already adjusting to match his, even across the rooms that separated us. I had to run, like I always did. Before it all came crashing down.

I slipped into his bedroom where Taos was stirring. Her burns looked remarkably better—the nanite gel had worked its magic overnight.

“E?” Her voice was raspy. “What’s going on?”

“We need to leave. Now.” I helped her sit up, gathering her torn clothes from the floor.