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"Blaze..." His name comes out as a whisper, a prayer, as I tilt my head back to grant him better access. My skin buzzes where he touches, an electric current that dances beneath the surface, screaming for more.
"Fuck, Nova. I wanted to do everything right with you, but when I saw you on a date with another man?—"
I cut him off quickly. "No, you're wrong, Blaze. That wasn't a date. It was a business dinner. Well, it was supposed to be."
Blaze grabs my face tenderly, palming it between his big hands. "I was afraid you thought I didn't want you because I stopped us before. I thought—" his voice breaks, and he shakes his head. "I was afraid I'd fucked everything up."
His eyes turn a little wild as his hands flex against my cheeks. "Tell me you want this," he commands, his lips hovering over mine, not touching—torturously close. "Tell me you need me as much as I need you."
The room's air seems charged with static, each breath I take tingling against my skin like a premonition. Blaze’s fingers trace the curve of my spine, his touch a scalding brand that writes secrets into my flesh. The dim light casts shadows over us, turning our corner into an alcove of whispered confidences and stolen touches.
"Nova," he murmurs, voice gravelly, "tell me you feel this... Tell me I'm not alone in losing my mind."
His words, laced with raw need, send shivers down my body. “How could I not?” My reply is a breathy echo of his urgency. Our gazes lock, and the world narrows to the space between us, electrified and pulsing.
"Your eyes..." His thumb brushes under my eye, gentle yet searing, "...they're oceans, and I'm drowning." Blaze's confession hangs heavy, a tangible thing twining around my heart.
I rake my nails lightly across his tattooed chest, watching as his muscles tense beneath my touch. The erratic beat of my heart matches the cadence of our rising desire.
He leans in, his lips grazing mine. It's a tease, a promise, a test. "Tell me to stop," he challenges, even as his hand slips lower, finding the softness of my thigh.
"Can’t... won't," I gasp out, pushing against the boundaries we've set, craving the fall.
Our mouths crash together in a collision of teeth and tongue. It's not gentle. It's hunger manifest, a devouring need. He tastes like sin, a flavor I want to drown in, and I drink him in greedily.
"Nova." His voice is strained, dense with lust. “You’re undoing me.”
"Then come undone with me," I urge, arching into him, desperate for more than just the surface.
"Fuck." It's a curse, a benediction, as he picks me up, my legs wrapping instinctively around his waist. The motion is frenetic, filled with an urgency that borders on desperation.
"Blaze, please." My plea is strangled, muffled against his neck as I bite down, marking him as mine.
"Yours," he growls, slamming me against the wall.
"I want this," I confess, the words tumbling from me like a fevered dream. "I need you, Blaze. Now, always."
That's all the permission he needs. His mouth crashes down on mine, a perfect storm of lips and teeth and tongue. I'm swept up in the tempest of his kiss, each caress of his mouth a brand that marks me as his.
My hands roam over the expanse of his back, feeling the ripple of muscles beneath his shirt, the thrum of energy that courses through him. He lifts me effortlessly, and I wrap my legs around his waist, anchoring myself to the only solid thing in a world that's spinning out of control.
"Nova," he groans against my neck, and the sound is primal, possessive. "I've wanted you for so long."
"Then take me," I challenge, arching into him, craving the weight of his body pressing me down, claiming me wholly.
We stumble toward the bed, a tangle of limbs and urgency. Clothing becomes a distant memory, discarded carelessly as we bare ourselves to each other. The sight of his inked skin, a tapestry of darkness and light, makes my chest ache with a longing that has no bottom.
"Look at you," he murmurs, his gaze devouring the vista of my body sprawled beneath him. "So goddamn beautiful."
"Only for you," I breathe out, my hands exploring the planes and contours of his body, committing every inch to memory.
Heat. Skin on skin. A gasp escapes my lips, raw, primal. Blaze's fingers trace my ribs, a touch that sears and soothes at once.
"God, Nova." His voice is a growl, thick with desire. Every syllable vibrates through me.
"More," I whisper, a plea, a demand. My back arches, pressing into him. His breath hitches, a sound caught between control and surrender.
"Can't get enough of you," he murmurs, his hand sliding lower, exploring the territory of my thighs. Each movement deliberate. Intentional.
