"Oh, fuck it!"

The room was filled with the sounds of loud moans and the rhythmic slapping of skin against skin. The scent of passion hung heavily in the air, mingling with the intoxicating aroma of a golden-haired woman and a brown curly-haired man locked in an intense act of sexual intimacy.

I couldn't help but arch my body, urging the man above me to thrust deeper, to claim me more completely. It was absurd, truly, considering the events that had brought me here. Just hours ago, I had been in a near-fatal accident. Drunk out of my mind, I'd stumbled into trouble the moment I arrived in Los Angeles, a city I hadn't set foot in for three years.

The first place I went after landing wasn't a hotel or my family's home. No, I went to a club, the same club I used to frequent before I left this chaotic city. I needed a moment to steel myself before facing my complicated family, but fate had other plans. One wrong turn, a flash of headlights, and I was careening toward what I was sure would be my death.

And then… he appeared.

I still don't know how I survived. I was drunk, yes, but I wasn't so far gone that I imagined what I saw. A man, a complete stranger stopped a speeding car with nothing but his hand. It defied logic, but I was alive to tell the tale.

And now? Now I was alive, trembling beneath the same man, his body pressed firmly against mine, driving me to heights of pleasure I hadn't known were possible.

God, I loved being fucked like this...hard, fast, and utterly without mercy. My body craved it, even if my mind screamed questions. Who was he? How could he have done what he did? What kind of man steps out of nowhere and stops a moving car with his bare hand?

But none of that mattered in this moment. What mattered was the way his cock filled me, the way his hands gripped my hips like they were meant to hold me, the way his deep, guttural moans sent shivers racing down my spine.

I would deal with the questions tomorrow. Tomorrow, I'd demand answers, his name, where I was, why he'd saved me. For now, all I could do was hold on, my nails digging into his broad shoulders as he drove into me harder and faster, each thrust taking me closer to the edge.

In the dim light, I caught sight of his chest. A striking rose tattoo stood out against his firm, tan skin, drawing my attention even as the rest of him remained shrouded in shadows. His face was hidden in the darkness, just as it had been when he appeared out of nowhere to save me. I didn't even know where we were.

"Fuck it!" I cried out again, my voice breaking as the waves of pleasure consumed me.

The man groaned above me, his voice thick and impossibly sexy, and the sound alone was enough to push me over the edge. He pounded into me one last time, his movements frantic and desperate, before letting out a guttural moan as he reached his climax.

_______

This dream again?

I bolted upright, my breath coming in shallow gasps, my heart hammering against my ribs. The dream still clung to me, vivid and intrusive, refusing to dissolve into the haze of waking.

I glanced around, taking in my surroundings. The room was painted a stark white, but nearly everything else was drenched in various shades of pink. From the plush rug on the floor to the frilly curtains draped over the windows, it screamed of a woman with a penchant for the overly feminine. My lips twisted in irritation, not just because of how the room was decorated, but also because of the disgust I felt about the dream.

"Humans," I muttered, running a hand through my tangled hair, "are so fucking annoying."

The memory of the dream lingered, sharp and unyielding. Or was it truly a dream? The ache between my thighs told a different story, a very real and very inconvenient one. This body, now mine, bore the aftermath of an encounter I hadn't agreed to.

I winced as I shifted slightly on the bed, the soft pink duvet wrinkling under my grip. My irritation simmered. "Who the hell lives like this?" I hissed under my breath. "Giving yourself so freely to some random man… How foolish could you be?"

The girl, Jade Sinclair, as I now knew had been in control last night before I took over. Her memories, a chaotic tangle of emotions and fragmented images, had started filtering through my mind the moment I woke up. And now, I was left to pick up the pieces of her messy, reckless life.

"This is ridiculous," I muttered, my tone sharper now. My fingers curled into the duvet as the remnants of the dream clawed at me. The man with the rose tattoo, his deep voice, the way he exuded raw power… Even now, he remained a vivid specter in my mind. He was no ordinary man; of that, I was certain.

Taking a deep breath, I swung my legs over the edge of the bed. The cold floor beneath my feet was a stark contrast to the lingering heat in my body. "First things first," I said aloud, my voice steadier now. "I need to figure out where the hell I am… and what kind of mess she left me in."

As if in answer, her memories surged forward again, this time clearer and more coherent. Jade Sinclair. Twenty-three years old. A billionaire heiress who had inherited a vast fortune when her parents tragically died in a car accident. Her mother had owned everything, the wealth, the power, the empire and in accordance with their family tradition, it had all passed down to Jade, the sole daughter.

But her fortune had come with a curse of sorts. A heart condition, discovered shortly after her parents' death, had cast a shadow over her life. The doctors had given her five years to live. Five years. That revelation had sent her mother's family into a frenzy. Desperate to keep the wealth within their grasp, they'd pushed her into an engagement, hoping she'd bear a daughter who could inherit it all. Jane has her father's last name but once she gives birth to a daughter, her daughter would have her mother's family last name. It was an agreement they've made with the husband they picked for her.

But Jade, gentle and unassuming as she appeared, had rebelled against the idea. She'd left the country, running from their expectations and their schemes. And then, just the moment she arrived back in the country , she'd been involved in the car accident that had paved the way for me to enter her life.

"That's right," I murmured, nodding to myself as the pieces clicked into place. "When I was sent to Earth, I wasn't told whose body I'd occupy. But trust the Heavenly Portal to have every last detail planned out."

Last night, Jade had still been in control of her body. I had only taken over this morning. The realization left me uneasy. Her memories were disjointed, and I would need to piece them together if I wanted to navigate this life properly. But before any of that, there were more immediate concerns.

I pushed myself to my feet, only to grimace as a sharp, persistent pain shot through me. The ache between my legs was impossible to ignore. "You've got to be kidding me," I groaned, leaning heavily against the bedpost. "I'm immortal, and I have to deal with this? Seriously?"

This mortal world was already proving to be far more complicated than I'd anticipated. One day, and I have to knee-deep in its chaos.

Still, I straightened my spine and took a step toward the door, determination burning in my chest. "No more complaints," I told myself firmly. "Time to figure out what's next."