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As I moved closer, the scent of paper and ink wafted to me, reminding me of the libraries back on my home planet.
I saw titles about meditation, fighting techniques, and mindset.
This indicated a depth to Ashale I hadn’t yet glimpsed, but it comforted me.
He wasn’t just a fighter; he was a thinker, a learner.
However, despite the allure of the surroundings, a palpable tension clung to the air.
Here I was, in an unfamiliar place with a male.
My ears still rang from the earlier chaos, making every subtle sound in Ashale’s cell feel magnified.
The soft rustling of papers, the faint hum of the lights, and the distant murmur from outside all competed for my attention.
But it was the silence between Ashale and me that was the most deafening.
He was incredibly close now, his warm breath mingling with mine.
I looked up into his eyes, deep pools of amber that seemed to hold the wisdom of the ages.
He was undeniably handsome, his features sharp yet gentle, nothing like Sneik’s brutish appearance.
The nearness of him sent tingles racing across my skin, and I found myself momentarily lost in the intricacy of the patterns on his face, ones that seemed to mirror my own in a way.
“Forgive me,” he whispered, his voice a rich baritone that made my heart flutter, “but there’s something I must do.”
Before I could react, he closed the distance between us, pressing his lips onto mine.
A million sensations bombarded me.
The shock made me want to push back, but the gentleness of his approach made me hesitate.
His lips were soft and warm, tasting faintly of some exotic fruit.
The world fell away, and all I could focus on was the rhythm of our hearts and the dance of our lips.
It wasn’t just a kiss; it was an exploration, a journey.
The texture of his lips, slightly rough, contrasted with the softness of mine, and the taste, oh the taste — it was intoxicating.
My senses were alive.
The faint musky spice of him, the feel of his hand gently cupping my face, the distant hum of the prison — all faded away.
It was just him and me.
The kiss deepened, and I found myself responding, the initial shock melting away to be replaced by a passion I hadn’t realized I was capable of.
His fingers brushed against the nape of my neck, sending shivers down my spine.
Our breaths mingled, a shared symphony of longing and newfound connection.
When he finally pulled away, the absence of his lips was almost painful.
I found myself gasping for breath, my eyes fluttering open to meet his intense gaze.
My tongue darted out involuntarily, savoring the lingering taste of him, a mix of sweet and spicy.
