Chapter 1: Collision of Worlds
Shawn blinked against the harsh fluorescent lights, his head throbbing like a drumline at a halftime show. One minute, he’d been cruising down the highway, the next—bam!—a blinding flash and a sickening crunch of metal. Now, he was sprawled on a sleek, sterile bed in what looked like a hospital room, except the walls were adorned with posters of scantily clad men striking demure poses. Weird.
The door swung open with a confident thud, and in strode a woman who could’ve stopped traffic in any world. She was tall, with legs that went on for miles, clad in a tailored suit that hugged every curve like a lover’s caress. Her sharp green eyes raked over him, and a predatory smirk curled her lips.
“Well, well, what do we have here?” Her voice was a low, smoky purr. “I’m Dr. Vanessa Kline, and you, pretty boy, are a national treasure. Just woke up in a world where men are rarer than a unicorn’s tear, and you’re the shiniest one I’ve ever seen.”
Shawn propped himself up on his elbows, wincing at the ache in his ribs but unable to tear his eyes off her. “I’m sorry, what? Last I checked, I was just a guy driving home from work. Where the hell am I?”
Vanessa sauntered closer, her heels clicking with authority on the tiled floor. “You’re in Nova Terra, sugar. A world where women run the show, and men are… let’s say, a protected species. Thirty of us to every one of you. And you, Shawn, are a goddamn anomaly. Most men here are soft, shy little things. But you? I can smell the raw energy rolling off you. You’re different.”
He quirked an eyebrow, a slow grin spreading across his face as he felt a strange, electric heat coursing through him. Whatever had happened in that crash, it had changed him. He could feel it—a primal, insatiable hunger waking up inside. “Different, huh? Care to test that theory, Doc?”
Her smirk widened into a full-blown challenge. “Oh, I don’t play games I can’t win, handsome. But I’m curious. Let’s see if you can keep up with a woman who’s used to getting what she wants.” She leaned in, her breath hot against his ear. “And trust me, I want a lot.”
Shawn’s pulse kicked into overdrive, his body responding to her proximity with a ferocity he’d never known. He reached out, his fingers brushing the sharp line of her jaw. “I’m not one of your delicate little treasures, Vanessa. I’ve got a fire in me that could burn this whole damn world down. Question is, can you handle the heat?”
She laughed, a throaty, wicked sound that sent a shiver down his spine. “Handle it? Baby, I’ll stoke it until you’re begging for mercy.” Her hand slid down his chest, bold and unapologetic, as she pushed him back onto the bed. “Let’s see what you’re made of.”
Their lips crashed together, a collision of raw need and unspoken dares. Her tongue was a weapon, claiming his mouth with a ferocity that made his head spin. Shawn’s hands gripped her hips, pulling her closer, feeling the heat of her through that damn suit. He was hard already, his cock straining against the thin hospital sheet, and she knew it—her smirk against his lips told him so.
“Damn, you’re not kidding,” she murmured, her fingers trailing lower, teasing the edge of the sheet. “You’re packing some serious heat, aren’t you? I’m gonna enjoy breaking you in.”
“Not if I break you first,” he growled, flipping her onto her back with a strength that surprised even himself. Her eyes flashed with delight, not a hint of submission in them, just pure, unadulterated lust. His hands slid under her jacket, finding the silk of her skin, and he knew this was just the beginning. Whatever this world was, whatever he’d become, Shawn was about to turn it upside down—one fiery, dripping, sweaty encounter at a time.
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