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It had been a month since Krossroads' "Super Nova" had dropped, and the song had indeed blown up. Everyone in the industry was talking about the mysterious engineer behind the beat. The studio was buzzing with energy and excitement, artists clamoring to work with the woman who had crafted such a banging track. Her talent had become a beacon, drawing in a never-ending stream of new clients, eager to capture the magic that was uniquely hers.

Nova was a force to be reckoned with, her work ethic unmatched. She'd outshine even the most seasoned engineers, working tirelessly from dusk till dawn. Her mind was a treasure trove of rhythms and melodies, a wellspring of creativity that seemed to never run dry. I watched her in awe, her fingers dancing over the soundboard, bringing to life the symphonies that played in her head.

But as much as I loved watching her shine, I could see the toll it was taking on her. Dark circles had begun to form under her eyes, and the fire that usually burned so brightly in her gaze was now flickering with exhaustion. She was a machine, but even the best machines needed downtime.

One evening, after the last artist had left the studio, I found her slumped over the mixing board, her head resting on her folded arms. The lights were dimmed low, the only illumination coming from the glow of the computer screens.

"Nova," I called out gently, approaching her. She looked up, her eyes red-rimmed and weary. "You okay, baby?"

She nodded, but the weariness in her voice was palpable. "Just tired," she murmured. "They all want a piece of the Super Nova," I said with a sigh, a hint of bitterness in my words.

I felt a pang of guilt. "You've been working too hard," I said, gently kissing her neck. You need a break, baby."

"We have deadlines, and the studio is booked solid for weeks."Nova's voice was weary, but the spark of defiance in her eyes didn't go unnoticed. I knew she needed this, and frankly, so did I. "Fuck those deadlines," I said gruffly, my voice low and filled with determination. "You're more important than any track or any artist. We're taking some time off, just you and me."

I reached out, my large hands wrapping around her sexy, thickening waist as I gently pulled her to her feet.

"Come on," I said, my voice a mix of command and concern. "Let's get out of here."

Nova looked at me with surprise and relief, the exhaustion in her eyes momentarily giving way to something softer. She nodded, allowing me to lead her out of the studio and into the quiet night. The cool air outside was a stark contrast to the warmth of the studio, and it seemed to revive her slightly.

"Where are we going?" she asked, a hint of curiosity in her voice.

"Home," I replied, a smile tugging at my lips. "Somewhere we can just... be."

I took her to my penthouse, a place that had become our sanctuary from the world's chaos. The moment we stepped inside, the weight of the day seemed to lift off her shoulders. She kicked off her shoes, her eyes scanning the space that had become so familiar to her.

"Let me take care of you," I said, guiding her into the bathroom. I drew a bath, steaming the water, adding lavender and vanilla oil fragrance. The bubbles grew, filling the large sunken tub, and the candles flickered around us, casting a warm glow.

With gentle hands, I helped her out of her clothes, kissing every inch of bare skin that was revealed. Her eyes closed in pleasure, a soft moan escaping her lips as my mouth traveled up her neck. She was beautiful, a goddess among mere mortals, and I felt so lucky to call her mine.

We sank into the tub together, the water enveloping us in a warm embrace. I pulled her closer, the heat from her body seeping into mine. She leaned her head back against my chest, a sigh of contentment escaping her as she closed her eyes.

We just sat there for a while, and the sound of our breathing and the occasional pop of a bubble were the only noises in the room. I felt her relax, her muscles loosening under my touch. Moments like these reminded me of what was truly important. Right now, all that mattered was her.

As we soaked, I massaged her shoulders, feeling the tension knots slowly dissolve under my fingers. She melted into me, and I knew that I would do anything to keep her like this forever.

"Thank you," she murmured, her voice barely audible above the soft bubbles. "For what?" I asked, kissing the top of her head. "For caring," she replied, turning to look up at me. "For seeing me." I kissed her lips softly, "I'll always take care of you, baby; you belong to me, Nova."

We stayed in the tub until the water grew tepid, our bodies entwined in a silent declaration of love and protection. I picked her up, cradling her in my arms as I carried her to our bed. I laid her down on the crisp, cool sheets, the contrast making her skin glow.

Her eyes searched mine as I whispered powerful, loving affirmations into her ear, words that were as much a declaration of war against the world as they were a promise to her. "I'm so proud of you," I said, thick with emotion. "You're more than just a magician, you're a fucking supernova, baby."

Her eyes lit up, a smile playing on her lips. "That's what Krossroads said," she murmured, her voice filled with a hint of mischief. "Yeah, but he don't know shit," I said, my voice firm. "I do, though."

Nova's smile grew wider as she reached up to trace the lines of my face with her fingers. "I know," she said softly. "And I'm not going anywhere."

We climbed into bed, and I pulled the covers over us, the warmth of the blankets enveloping us like a cocoon. We settled in, grabbing a bowl of nasty-ass cheese popcorn, clearly her idea, and a couple of sodas from the nightstand. The TV flickered to life, the opening credits of 'Casino' flashing across the screen.

As we watched the movie, I found myself lost in her eyes, the way they lit up with every twist and turn of the plot. Her infectious laughter filled the room with a warmth that seemed to chase away the day's shadows. We shared the popcorn, our fingers brushing together, sending sparks of electricity through me.

After the movie, she switched to 'Coach Carter,' another one of her favorites. I watched her get absorbed in the story, her cheeks flushing with excitement as the underdog team faced their challenges head-on. She leaned into me, her head resting on my chest, and I wrapped my arms around her, holding her tight.

We talked through the ads, our conversation meandering from the movies to our own lives. She told me about her childhood, her struggles growing up, and how music had been her saving grace. Her words painted a picture of resilience and determination, a testament to the woman she had become. I found myself sharing more about my past than I ever had before, the barriers between us crumbling away like sand castles before the tide.

I couldn't resist anymore; I wanted her sexy ass to come. I settled her in between my legs. "Open your legs, baby," I whispered. I kissed her neck and ear. She obliged, settling comfortably and spreading her legs for me. "Thank you," I said seductively.

Her breath hitched as my fingers began to dance, tracing the swell of her breasts before delicately flicking her nipples, eliciting a soft gasp from her parted lips. I watched as her chest rose and fell with each shallow breath she took, her eyes glazed over with desire. I moved my hand down, my thumb sliding over her flat stomach, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. She squirmed against me, her body begging for more. "I want you to come on my fingers, baby." she moaned softly.

I felt the heat radiating from her core, and I knew she was ready. I slipped my hand under the waistband of her panties, the soft fabric giving way to the warm, wet folds of her sex. She was soaking wet, her arousal coating my fingers as I found her clit, pulsing and eager for my touch. I began to rub it in slow, deliberate circles, watching her face contort with pleasure.

"You so fuckin wet," I whispered. Her hips rocked against my hand, her movements growing more erratic as I increased the pressure. Her moans grew louder, filling the room, and I had to fight the urge to claim her right there and then. But I wanted her to come first, show her how much she meant to me, and remind her that she was mine.

As I worked her clit, my other hand found its way to her hip, holding her in place as she bucked against me. She was so close, and I could feel the tension building in her body. I whispered sweet nothings into her ear, urging her over the edge. "Does it feel good?"

Her only response was a strangled moan as she nodded, her breaths coming in short gasps. I continued my relentless assault on her clit, feeling her body tighten around my fingers. Her moans grew louder, echoing through the penthouse, a symphony of pleasure that was music to my ears.

Suddenly, she stiffened, her eyes snapping shut as she climaxed, her body shuddering in my arms. through gritted teeth. "there you go, baby." Her juices coated my hand, and the sight of her pleasure was almost too much to handle. I rubbed gently as she came down from her high, then licked my fingers clean. I felt her muscles relax again. I kissed her temple. "I love you."

Her eyes fluttered open, a lazy smile playing on her lips. "I love you too," she murmured, her voice thick with satisfaction. She slipped her wet panties off, tossing them somewhere, and got under the covers. I knew that nut was going to put her down. I silently chuckled to myself, feeling a sense of accomplishment. She rolled over to face me. "Thank you," she whispered, her eyes filled with a soft warmth that made my heart swell. "You don't have to thank me, I love to make you come." I kissed her forehead. "Close your eyes, rest, baby."

Nova's eyes drifted shut, and I watched her as she slipped into sleep, her breaths evening out. I couldn't help but feel a deep sense of possessiveness towards her. She was mine, and I would protect her from everything. "I'm gon' marry you, Nova," I whispered.

I lay there for a while, basking in the afterglow of her orgasm, my hand still resting on her thigh. I must have drifted off because the next thing I knew, I was being awakened by the soft, wet warmth of her mouth on my dick. "Shiit," I hissed as my eyes flew open, meeting hers. They sparkled with mischief in the dim light of the room. She looked up at me, her full lips wrapped around my shaft, a smirk playing on her lips as she slowly began to suck.

My body responded immediately, my dick thickening in her mouth. She took it all in, her eyes never leaving mine, a silent challenge. I felt my pulse quicken, my breathing becoming shallower as she worked me with a skill that was both surprising and incredibly erotic. Her tongue flicked and danced around my head, her hands gently caressing my balls. "Fuck baby," I murmured, my voice hoarse with need.

I reached down, my hands tangling in her hair as I guided her rhythm. She took it all in stride, her eyes never leaving mine, her movements deliberate and full of intention. I could see the determination in her gaze, the same determination she had when she worked in the studio. She was going to make me come, and she was going to do it her way.

The feeling grew, a delicious pressure building at the base of my spine. "Nova," I groaned, my hips bucking against her face. She took it all, too, her mouth moving faster, her hands gripping tighter. And then it washed over me, a wave of pure ecstasy that temporarily blinded me. "Fuck," I breathed, my whole body tensing as I came. She swallowed every drop, her eyes never leaving mine, her smile smug and satisfied.

When she pulled away, she licked her lips, looking up at me with a pure, tempting look. "Now, who's the supernova?" she murmured. I couldn't help but chuckle, the tension from earlier dissipating like smoke in the wind. She had a point. We were stars in our own right, shining brightly together in the universe we had created for ourselves.

Our laughter filled the room, and she cuddled up beside me, her head on my chest. I felt a sense of peace settle over me, the kind that only comes from knowing you're exactly where you're supposed to be. "I love you," I murmured, stroking her hair. "I love you too," she replied, her voice sleepy and content.

As the world outside continued to spin, we lay there, wrapped in each other's arms, our hearts beating in sync. The studio, music, and industry all faded away, leaving us in our little cocoon of love and lust.