Angel stayed slumped over him for a long stretch, her breath warm against his chest, her legs still trembling from everything he had dragged out of her.

Then she pushed herself up with a slow exhale, swung a leg over his waist, and climbed on top of him again. Her hair fell around her shoulders as she settled on him, straddling him like she had claimed every inch of his body.

She reached down, wrapped her fingers around his cock, and guided him to her entrance. The slick heat of her pressed against the tip, and she let out a soft breath—half anticipation, half surrender.

Then she sank down on him in one smooth, hungry motion, a moan breaking from her throat as she leaned her head back.

"I…" she gasped as she adjusted herself on him, rolling her hips slow at first, "…am the daughter of the mafia lord."

Xavier tightened his grip on her thighs. "Your father's one of the syndicate heads? One of the dons running the underworld?"

Angel shook her head—hair bouncing, her body grinding on him as she rocked back and forth, each movement deeper than the last.

"Not the underworld," she breathed. "The whole solar system. Eight planets. Every moon. Everything."

Xavier locked his hands on her hips and pulled her down harder. "Explain," he said.

Angel leaned forward, her palms resting on his chest as she rode him, her voice thick with both truth and the pleasure he kept pushing out of her.

"Every big city has its own underworld branch. All of them together on one planet form the Council of Shadows."

She moaned as his hips lifted to meet hers. "And when you put all the councils of every planet and every moon together… it becomes the Solar Dominion."

Xavier raised his head slightly, eyes narrowing. "And your father?"

She rocked harder, breath breaking. "He leads Earth's council," she said. "And he's one of the twelve lords of the Dominion."

Xavier slid his hands up her body, grabbed her breasts, and squeezed—pulling a sharp moan out of her as she dropped her hips down on him again.

"You're royalty," he muttered.

Angel shivered and pushed her chest deeper into his hands. "Not royalty," she said. "Just dangerous."

He thrust up into her, and she bent forward, bracing her hands beside his head as her breath stuttered.

After a while, when her body was moving in a wild tempo against him, Xavier asked, "If you're this powerful… why were you scared of Victor and his men back at the club?"

Angel leaned down and kissed him—slow and deep—her hips still grinding on him in small, desperate rolls.

"That," she whispered against his mouth, "was a test. I wanted to see if you'd stand up for me. If you'd protect me when it got real."

Xavier gave a short laugh into her kiss. "You could've just asked."

Angel smirked and pushed her forehead against his. "Where's the fun in that?"

She sat up again, riding him with more force now, her breath breaking every few seconds.

"No one knows who I really am," she said, voice shaking as she moved. "Not even the underworld. They know the mafia lord has a daughter… but they don't know it's me."

"And why hide it?" Xavier asked, grabbing her waist and thrusting up into her hard enough to make her gasp.

"For security," she moaned. "For leverage. For control." Her nails scraped down his chest. "And because everyone wants the mafia lord's daughter. Either to use her. Or kill her."

Xavier pulled her down into his arms, holding her tight against him as he fucked up into her, hard enough that her voice cracked in his ear.

She kissed his neck, his jaw, his shoulder. "And now you know," she whispered.

Xavier's hand slid up the back of her neck, gripping her hair as he pulled her head up to face him.

"Yeah," he said. "I know."

She smiled through the moan that escaped her as he slammed her hips down again.

"And you're still not afraid," she breathed.

Xavier looked her dead in the eyes.

"Why would I fear someone who's already on top of me?"

Xavier pushed her down and shifted behind her, his hands sliding along her waist as he pulled her close and penetrated his cock inside her.. Angel stayed on her hands and knees for a moment, catching her breath, hair falling over her shoulders while she looked back at him with that half-dazed, half-challenging stare she always used when she wanted to see how far he'd go.

"Kinda weird," Xavier said, letting his hand run down the curve of her back. "Every girl I've been with ends up being some sacred, divine… cosmic-level thing. Reva's the vampire lord's daughter. Lyra's basically a walking miracle. And now you."

Angel let out a low laugh, her body reacting to his touch even before he moved. "You forgot one."

He raised a brow. "Yeah?"

"That restaurant owner you rail behind the pantry every morning." She shot him a smug look over her shoulder. "Pretty sure she is just a normal human."

Xavier chuckled. "Who knows. Maybe she'll end up famous someday. With my luck? Wouldn't surprise me."

Angel's laugh softened, turning into a slow grin. She shifted her hips back against him, letting him know she wasn't done with him yet—not even close.

"Talking about famous," Angel said. "You forget you're a celebrity yourself. Almost a billion followers. And you really think there aren't girls lining up just for one night with you?"

Xavier brushed her hair aside and leaned in, his breath warm against her neck.

"Oh, I know," he murmured. "Doesn't mean they're getting it."

Angel smirked and pushed back into him just a little, teasing, provoking. "You sure about that? You could walk into any club and girls would throw themselves at you."

Xavier slid a hand under her, pulling her upright until her back rested against his chest.

"Maybe," he whispered, lips near her ear. "But none of them are you."

Angel stilled—just for a heartbeat—then her fingers curled around his forearm, her voice dropping to something low, rough, and honest.

"Careful," she said. "Keep talking like that and I might actually start believing you."