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“It burns,” I said.
“You don’t have to wear it long,” Sakkaer replied. “When they scan you, just make sure your left ring finger is away from the scanner.”
I looked down at my hand and back at Ryrik, who seemed notably more relaxed.
“You Vinduthi sure know how to put a ring on it,” I joked to their blank faces. “Nevermind. It’s a human thing.”
“There’s a way to signal us if things go wrong. Simply tap three times, then two times, then three times. It will trigger a beacon, and we’ll be able to find you anywhere on this station.”
I looked down at the tracking device, my skin still red from the puncture of the needle.
Isa. I’m almost there.
RYRIK
When she kissed me, promising to be safe, her kiss was passionate and filled with hope. There was a good chance we wouldn’t make it to the next day, and there was a part of both of us that knew it. I broke the kiss, grabbing her hand, and pulled her along behind me.
At that moment, I knew I needed her. With her hand tightly in mine, I looked around frantically for a place for us to be alone. The only thing I could find was a broom closet. I looked down at her, and she nodded eagerly.
The moment the door closed behind us, Amber’s hands fumbled for my belt buckle.
In the dimly lit closet, the gleam in her eyes was unmistakable. “We've got only now, Ryrik,” she whispered, her voice filled with a desperation that mirrored mine. I sensed her heartbeat, fast yet steady, as if it was the rhythm backing the symphony of our potential last moments.
My palms found her waist, and I pulled her closer, her soft body molding to mine. We were both shaking a little, from fear or anticipation, I couldn't tell. It didn't matter. Each breath she took resonated against my chest, matching the rhythm of my own heartbeat. Her scent filled the air around me, a mixture of lavender and something uniquely Amber.
She managed to unbuckle my belt and unbutton my shirt with surprising skill given the circumstances. But then again, we had become experts at stealing moments for ourselves amid chaos, ever since the world began unraveling around us.
In that small broom closet, crammed between buckets and mops, we found an oasis of passion and intimacy. It was almost surreal how vividly every touch and every whisper seemed to resonate within that cramped space.
Amber’s touch was electric, sending sparks throughout my body and making me forget about everything else except for her. My hands found their way around hers, guiding them to my chest where they came to rest above my racing heart.
I brushed a loose strand of hair from her face and traced my fingers down her cheek. Her eyes closed at my touch and a soft sigh escaped her lips. In that moment, amidst the stifling tension and palpable fear that loomed just beyond that small wooden door, we found peace in each other.
As her hands explored my chest, I slid my hands down her back, tracing the contour of her body through the fabric of her clothes. The urgency behind our movements started to diminish as we fell into a slow rhythm, savoring each other with every touch and caress.
She was vulnerability and strength wrapped into one, a paradox that drove me wild. I had never needed anyone the way I needed Amber. My lips found hers again, more gently this time. Our tongues danced together in an intimate waltz that held our shared fears and hopes.
My mouth found her nipple through her thin dress, and she gasped. It was a soft, surprised sound that echoed against the narrow walls of the broom closet and drove me wild. My hands cupped her breasts, feeling her heart thumping wildly in response to my touch. The delicate fabric strained against the intensity of our passion.
Her hands were on my shoulders now, clutching me as though I was the lifeline keeping her afloat amidst the storm raging outside. She tugged at my hair, pulling me back to look into her eyes. They gleamed in the dim light, filled with an intensity that sent shivers down my spine.
“I need you,” she breathed, her words barely a whisper yet resonating like a shout within the confines of our little sanctuary. The depth of her confession wrapped around us, binding us together even tighter.
With swift movements, I stripped off her clothes, letting each item pool at her feet. Her skin was warm under my touch, inviting me to explore every inch of her body. Our breathing became ragged as we got lost in the heat of our own desires.
Gently, I guided Amber against the wall of the closet, our bodies pressing against each other in an attempt to close any space that still existed between us. As I kissed down her neck and along her collarbone, she let out a moan that made my heart pound harder.
I lifted one of Amber's legs and wrapped it around my waist, bringing our bodies even closer together. She threw her head back, baring her throat to me as I continued my exploration.
Despite knowing that our world was on fire outside this door and that tomorrow might not come for us, at that moment, we were consumed by the blaze of our fervor for each other. I took her mouth again with mine, tasting her sweetness, sharing in the heady intoxication that was Amber.
With one last lingering look into her eyes, I aligned my body with hers. A gasp escaped her lips as she felt my readiness against her softness. She buried her face in my neck, her hot breath prickling my skin. Her hands gripped my shoulders tighter, as if anchoring herself to me.
Tenderness swept over me as I moved slowly within her. Despite our frenzied urgency earlier, we took this moment slow, mounting each peak with deliberate determination before riding down the waves of pleasure together.
Her cries echoed in the small space, a mix of pain and pleasure that spurred me on. The walls of the closet seemed to close in on us as the rhythm of our bodies quickened, but neither of us cared. The world could burn around us. Here, at this moment, we existed only for each other.
The taste of her lips was intoxicating, and I kissed her deeply, my tongue tracing the contours of her mouth. Her body arched against mine in a silent plea for more. Her legs tightened around my waist as I thrust harder, eager to provide the release she so desperately sought.
