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Isaac pushed all those thoughts out of his head because the only thing that was important at that moment was making love to Kate. To show her without words how much he loved her and sharing his reassurances with her through his touch.
As their hands roamed under the blankets, they stretched out their kiss, taking their time. They’d foregone clothes a couple of weeks ago because there wasn’t any point in wearing them. If they got out of bed, it was only to use the toilet or grab water, and then they were right back under the covers.
Moving down her body, Isaac trailed his lips and kisses over Kate’s jaw and neck while his hands kneaded her breasts. She had lost weight since they’d been in the room, but he would love her body no matter what—if she gained weight, lost weight—it wouldn’t matter.
Ducking his head under the blankets, he sucked one of her nipples into his mouth. She arched under him. His cock hardened where it rubbed against her thigh, creating a friction that was like sparks starting a warm smolder.
He lavished attention on both her breasts and then moved back up, knowing she didn’t want him to kiss any lower. Regardless of where he kissed her, he would ensure he sparked a fire within her.
Gliding his lips over her chest and up her neck, he worked his way back up to her mouth. The cool air hit him as he emerged from the covers, but the warmth of Kate’s kiss soon consumed him.
“I want to touch you,” she whispered as he felt her hand snake between their bodies. A groan escaped his lips when she gripped him.
“Put me inside you,” he demanded softly. He braced himself on either side of her, making sure his body and the blankets protected her from the cold air.
Kate guided him to her warmth, and when he felt her soft flesh against his, he pushed in slowly. “Oh fuck, you feel so good.” With her tight heat surrounding him, he rocked forward. Slowly. Then he retreated just as slowly.
“More, Isaac. I need more.”
“Let me take my time loving you, Turquoise.” He stroked into her again, going deeper but not faster. In and out, he continued, keeping the pace slow until she was arching up against him, begging him for more.
Dropping to his elbows one at a time, he clasped Kate’s hands. With their fingers linked and their bodies flush against each other, he continued to drive into her, deep and slow.
When he felt her body begin to tighten and his own orgasm rushing up on him, he kissed her while he continued to love her. His mouth made love to hers just as their bodies did.
“Yes!” she yelled against his mouth as he felt her arch once more, a burning igniting in them both. Their fire continued to build and their skin heated until Kate screamed his name as her body erupted with pleasure. That was all it took for him to erupt with her, his orgasm hitting him like a burst of fireworks on a clear night.
When they cleaned up with their diminishing supply of wipes and were once more tucked under the blankets, he held her as she fell asleep.
“No matter what happens, Turquoise, I will love you until my last breath,” he whispered into her hair.
18
Kate trailed her fingers along Isaac’s chest as he leaned against the headboard, partially slouched. He had one arm wrapped around her, holding her to his side. They had adopted the new position out of necessity.
The week before, to save space, they had laid the empty shelving units flat on the floor, one on top of the other. Needing them to store food was no longer an issue. On top of the units, they piled whatever they could balance.
Even the portable toilets went on the stack. If they needed to use one, they’d take it down. That wasn’t often anymore since they hadn’t eaten in over a week.
Then, three days ago, a loud crack had split the air, and the bed shook, waking them from sleep. The bed rocked, heaving them forward and pushing their feet.
Kate’s heart had leapt to her throat for two opposing reasons, both equally as strong: the fear that the room was about to implode and the hope that they would be rescued battled against each other.
Forced into the middle of the bed as the headboard pushed inward, Kate held her breath as Isaac retrieved one of the lanterns. Shuffling on his knees, he moved down to the end of the bed to inspect the damage.
That was when fear won out, killing Kate’s tiny spark of hope. The walls had moved. Again.
All four walls had contracted inward.
The wall the bed was against shoved the bed further into the cramped space, right up against the shelves and toilets.
Since the walls had already been crowding the bed from end to end, there was no room to be had when the walls pushed in.
The footboard collapsed and the bed buckled. What had once been a full-size bed was now a crunched and buckled frame less than six feet in length. Isaac could no longer sleep lying down. The only solution had been to pile pillows up against the end of the bed. Cushioning the buckle in the headboard made it bearable for them to lean against.
For the past three days, Kate wondered how she would die. Crushed to death by the contracting walls or her body eventually shutting down due to starvation? She’d gone over the scenarios in her mind a hundred times, and each time, she wondered if she would have been better off accepting the option of being turned into a zombie. At least then there would have been hope that someone would find a way to stop Maverick and reverse the mind control.
During the moments of despair, she realized that for as long as she lived—even if it was only a few more days—she would be grateful for the time she’d had with Isaac. For twenty-eight days, she had gotten to know and love him. She wouldn’t trade that for anything.
