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“I can’t let you do this,” I say, my voice barely above a whisper. “I won’t watch you throw yourself into danger like this.”
She studies me, her gaze softening just a fraction. “You don’t understand, Oberon. This is what I’m supposed to do. It’s time to go home.”
I shake my head, gripping her wrist tighter. “I don’t care. I can’t lose you. I’ve barely had you at all, and there’s so much more I have to do with you, to tell you.”
Aisling’s expression wavers, torn between her sense of duty and her own fears. She looks down at our intertwined hands, fingers tracing patterns on my skin.
“Oberon,” she says softly. “Please.”
Aisling’s eyes glisten with unshed tears as she looks up into mine, her grip on my hand loosening slightly. She knows I’m serious; she knows I won’t let her go through with this. I don’t know exactly what it is, but I have this horrible feeling she wants to put herself directly into the line of fire.
And Gunnar…he would never forgive himself if she did that for him.
“Please,” she repeats, her voice breaking.
I pull her closer to me, our chests touching lightly, and press my forehead against hers. “We have time, Aisling,” I whisper reassuringly, trying to calm her down. “We can find another way.”
My lips brush against her cheek, leaving a soft kiss in the spot where our skin touches. Her pulse quickens at my touch, and it makes me want to wrap my arms around her and hold her tight forever. I know she can’t be made a prisoner again, but I want to hold her captive until I can talk some sense into her.
“Please don’t do anything crazy,” I beg once more, my voice hoarse with emotion.
“Okay,” she whispers. “Just…take me to bed. Make me forget.”
I swallow hard, my heart pounding against my chest. My hands tremble as they release her wrist, and instead, I pull her closer. She melts into me, her body pressing against mine as we stand there, just breathing each other in. Our skin sizzles where we touch, a spark of recognition igniting between us that’s so strong it feels like fireworks going off in my chest.
With a gentle nudge, I guide her towards the bed and sit down on it, pulling her with me. We land in a heap on the soft mattress together, our legs intertwined beneath us as we face each other.
She traces circles on my cheek with one hand, and I know she’s trying to find comfort in this moment too—just like me, because I’m fucking terrified she’ll do something stupid. As I lean in to kiss her again, she meets me halfway, our lips crashing together like waves upon the shore. Her taste is nothing short of heaven on earth; sweet tea and determination mingle together into a potion that sends shivers down my spine. Our tongues dance around each other’s mouths as our bodies press closer than they ever have before; hers cool against my own warmth. Our knees bump together in rhythm as we rock back and forth slightly from the force of our passion. Tears threaten to form at the corners of her eyes again but don’t fall this time; instead they serve as a testament to how she needs this connection as much as I do.
With one hand tangled in her long hair and the other resting lightly around her waist, I deepen the kiss. She responds with an intensity that matches my own, a hunger and desperation that speaks volumes about the depth of our connection. In this moment, as our bodies meld together in an intimate tangle of limbs and desires, there is a sense of raw honesty and vulnerability between us that transcends words. I can feel her heartbeat against my chest, steady and comforting, a rhythm that aligns perfectly with mine.
Our breaths sync up, the world outside forgotten as we lose ourselves in each other. She responds eagerly, her hands roaming over my back, pulling me closer as if trying to erase any space between us. I can feel her heart beating frantically against mine, a wild rhythm that matches the storm raging inside both of us.
But even in this moment of raw passion and desperation, there’s an underlying tenderness that seeps through our intense connection. It’s a silent promise, an unspoken vow to keep each other safe no matter what challenges lie ahead.
If she leaves to get Gunnar, I can’t save her.
If we go together, we’ll both be doomed.
The only way through is to work with Vance, no matter how much we hate it.
As we break apart, gasping for air, I look into her eyes and see a glimmer of determination mixed with the traces of lingering fear. I know she’s still conflicted, torn between me and Gunnar.
It’s not the first time.
And she picked me last time…so I hope she’ll do it again.
“I won’t let you go,” I whisper, my voice firm with conviction. “We’ll figure this out together.”
Aisling nods, her gaze locked with mine as if searching for reassurance.
“Aisling,” I whisper, my lips brushing against hers, our breaths intermingling as we share a moment of heated intimacy. Her body trembles against mine, yearning for the comfort and connection that only I seem to provide. I feel a pang of guilt knowing she’s in so much pain, but also relief that she’s choosing me in this moment.
I know it isn’t fair.
But Gunnar would want me to protect her.
My hands roam over her smooth skin, tracing patterns along her back while my tongue dances with hers in an erotic dance that leaves us both panting for more. The soft gasps and moans escape from our throats and blend together, our hearts racing in time as if they’re trying to outrun the danger that lurks outside this safe haven.
