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“Fuck y—” I couldn’t even finish the thought before a surge of electricity snaked over my skin, stealing the breath from my lungs as he withdrew his fingers.

Before I could miss them, he slowly pressed his cock into me, inch by excruciating inch.

A very needy moan ripped out of me as I stretched around him.

“Thought so.” He grabbed my nipple and pinched it as he set a grueling pace.

It wasn’t enough.

“Harder, Cy.”

“Don’t want to break you, doll.”

It didn’t feel like that. It felt like he wanted to tear me apart from the inside out—and I wanted it too. I wanted him to possess every part of me, to claim every piece, until there was nowhere left untouched—nowhere I wouldn’t still feel him when morning came.

His hand moved down again pressing into my lower abdomen. “Fuckin’ love feeling me move inside of you. Every inch of this pussy is mine. Like you were made for me.”

The worst part was, in that moment, I believed him.

Our Flux synchronized with every thrust, currents flowing between us in perfect harmony.

The sensation went beyond the physical—our electromagnetic fields merging into something new that belonged only to us.

A secret, in a city where secrets didn’t exist.

“Fuck. You keep squeezing me like that, and I’m not going to last very long.” His voice was strained, his rhythm faltering.

“Come on, corpo. Show me what you’ve got.”

He let go of my leg and pushed me onto my stomach, my thighs pinned between his. I lifted my hips just enough for each of his thrusts to hit perfectly. I swore I could feel his piercing dragging over my g-spot again and again.

His weight pressed me into the couch as his pace grew erratic, Flux spiking as his control slipped and his orgasm neared. Mine was building too, pressure coiling tight at the base of my spine.

He wrapped his arm around me, his fingers finding my clit with hypnotic precision I couldn’t escape.

My Flux surged with my orgasm, crashing into his—our electromagnetic fields fusing into a feedback loop that had us both crying out as sparks danced over our skin and static rippled through every muscle in my body.

I felt him pulse inside me, his body shuddering against mine as he came. For a moment, we were utterly still, connected in every way possible—physically, electrically, something more.

The afterglow crackled between us like a dying storm. His weight pressed me into the couch, delicious and crushing. Where our skin met, arcs of violet and blue electricity danced in the charged space between us.

He shifted, dragging his lips across my shoulder, the metal stud in his tongue leaving a trail of static that made me shiver.

My senses remained hypersensitive, every point of contact between us creating ripples of sensation that echoed through my electromagnetic field.

His Flux signature had imprinted itself on mine—a wavelength I could recognize anywhere, even with my consciousness barely tethered to my body.

“Feel that?” he murmured against my throat, his voice rough with spent desire and something darker. He rolled his hips against me, lazy but deliberate, and I felt that familiar resonance begin to build again.

I rolled over, fingers tangling in his sweat-dampened hair, the blue strands wrapping around my knuckles as his teeth found the tender spot where my pulse fluttered.

He wasn’t gentle—he never was—but there was something almost reverent in how thoroughly he mapped my body, like he was committing every reaction to memory.

The Flux in my blood began to rise again, responding to his proximity even as my body still trembled from release. His did the same.

I tried to push him off, to get away from this force that so easily overwhelmed me. He shoved me back down, his eyes going hard.

“You think I’m done with you?” He grabbed his glove from the side table where he’d thrown it, and my stomach dropped—until I felt the smallest pulse of his power.

The metallic threads inside it resonated and began to hum.

He pulled it on, clenching the wrist in his teeth to tighten it, while his other hand opened my legs again.

“You got away last time. I won’t let that happen again.”

He wrapped his fingers around my throat, the pressure snug but not constricting. Power laced his pupils as he leaned in and whispered, “You’re always so strong, doll, but I think I finally found your weak spot. I wonder how many times I can get you to come for me tonight?”

He locked onto my overstimulated clit and I cried out, but he only squeezed my throat tighter, the edges of my vision sparkling as pressure built within me. His gloved finger vibrated with increasing frequency, driving me past the point of sensitivity and back into absolute need.

I moaned his name, but he had laser focus—his fingers moving with the precision of someone who had mastered both taking life and giving pleasure.

“Cy…” I reached up, forcing him to look at me.

The look in his eyes wasn’t just lust—it was hunger, possession, something that terrified me because it mirrored what I felt. In that moment, I knew I’d made a terrible mistake. I’d let him in—not just into my body, but somewhere deeper. Somewhere I couldn’t afford to be vulnerable.

Because in this city, vulnerability meant weakness, and weakness meant pain caught beneath a crushing force none of us could escape.

Panic rose, even as his hands worked me toward another climax. I’d already lost control once tonight with the Vector. I couldn’t lose it again—not like this. Not with him.

This wasn’t salvation. It was annihilation.

But as the Vector, Flux, and pleasure all built inside me, I stepped over the edge and let myself fall.

I kissed him—my tongue rolling against his with a desperation I knew he could taste—and everything went electric as the firewalls I’d so carefully constructed came crashing down.