Chapter 4: The Room with No Locks
Part 3: Heat Without Mercy
Nova didn't stop. She couldn't.
Not when Bea was looking at her like that—lips parted, body glowing, eyes full of sweet surrender and dangerous need. The kind of look that made Nova's control crack right down the center.
"Tell me what you want," Nova whispered, her voice a growl against Bea's ear. "Say it, Bea."
Bea arched her back, desperate to feel more, to give more. "I want you to wreck me," she gasped. "Don't be gentle. Not tonight."
Something shifted in Nova—like a fuse blown, like permission granted to unleash every unspoken hunger. She pinned Bea's wrists to the mattress, kissing her hard, her mouth claiming everything. Her hips rolled, slow and firm, and Bea moaned into the kiss, her thighs already trembling again.
"Keep your hands there," Nova warned, voice rough silk. "If they move, I'll start over."
Bea bit her lip, nodding, her arms above her head—offering herself completely.
Nova dragged her mouth down, across the curve of Bea's ribs, over the soft, trembling skin of her stomach. Her teeth grazed flesh and Bea gasped, thighs clenching, trying not to beg. But Nova knew every inch of her now—every place she melted, every sound that made her weak.
"You don't get to come until I say so," Nova growled, licking a line across the most sensitive part of her. Bea nearly sobbed.
Her hands stayed exactly where Nova left them, even when her body betrayed her—arching, twitching, grinding against nothing. Nova held her thighs open with strong hands, never rushing, never giving in. It was dominance wrapped in devotion, chaos controlled.
"Please," Bea finally cried. "Please, Nova. I'm—"
Nova's tongue flicked again. "You're what?"
"Yours," she choked out. "I'm yours, Nova. I can't take it."
And that's when Nova gave in.
She devoured her like a storm—tongue and fingers working in a rhythm that drove Bea over the edge again and again, until tears spilled down her cheeks, until her body gave out, limp and soaked in pleasure.
When she collapsed, Nova held her. Kissed her temples. Brushed her hair back and whispered things like mine, and you're safe now, and no one will ever know you like I do.
And then, quietly:
"I've never needed anyone… until you."