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Share Us
Every touch, every sensation was amplified by the emotions and memories we’d built in the dreamworld.
Our shared experiences there added layers of depth and meaning to our physical union.
As we lost ourselves in each other, a nagging thought lurked at the edge of my consciousness — the idea that had been formulating in my mind.
An idea that might be our ticket out of this place.
Grace’s breathing was rhythmic, soothing, a tranquil melody playing in tandem with the thud of my own heartbeat.
With each breath she took, her skin brushed against mine.
The warmth of her body made the cold walls of Ikmal less intimidating somehow.
I could taste the faint saltiness of her sweat, the remnants of our shared passion, on my lips.
The scent of her — something intoxicatingly floral — mixed with the sharper, muskier scent of my own body, creating a fragrance unique to our bond.
Gently, I took a strand of her hair between my fingers, admiring its silken texture.
It was a shade of brown that shimmered with golden highlights when it caught the room’s dim light.
Each strand felt cool and smooth, slipping between my fingertips as I brushed it back from her face, revealing her closed eyes and the soft curve of her cheek.
Watching her in this state of vulnerable repose, I felt a fierce surge of protectiveness.
She looked so out of place in this cold, unforgiving environment — like a radiant star that had mistakenly fallen from the sky.
“You shouldn’t be here,” I whispered, more to myself than to her.
Her eyelids fluttered, and she shifted slightly, pressing herself closer against my side. “Hmm?”
Her voice was thick with sleep.
“You’re too good for this place,” I continued, my voice laden with a mix of anger and regret. “Too good to be just a ‘Prize’ in that damned Prize Pool.”
She looked up, her blue eyes searching mine. “Tix…”
My fingers traced the delicate contours of her face, feeling the smoothness of her skin, and a sudden realization gripped me.
I had fallen for her.
Truly, deeply.
The thought of any other male laying a claim on her, of witnessing the dance of emotions I saw in her eyes, the touch of her skin, the taste of her lips — it ignited a possessiveness within me I hadn’t felt in ages.
Her gaze softened, and she reached up, placing her hand over mine. “It’s not your fault,” she said gently. “We’re both trapped here, and there’s nothing we can do about it.”
Still, my possessiveness gnawed at me. “I just… I can’t stand the thought of sharing you, Grace. Not with anyone. Every time they open that door to the Prize Pool, the thought of someone else choosing you, of touching you, claiming you — it drives me insane.”
Grace sat up slightly, looking deep into my eyes.
“I need to make sure that doesn’t happen,” I said as much to myself as to her.
She blinked, taken aback by the fire in my words. “How?”
Pulling away slightly, I looked deep into Grace’s eyes, searching for a hint of the fiery spirit I’d come to adore. “Grace,” I began, my voice low and filled with urgency, “we can’t stay here.”
She frowned, her brow creasing in confusion. “What do you mean? Where would we go?”
