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"You should try to get some sleep," I suggest, my voice low and gentle. "We'll need our strength for tomorrow."
She grumbles something unintelligible under her breath, but eventually, exhaustion wins out over stubbornness, and she settles down beside me, her breathing slow and steady as sleep claims her. I stay sitting, trying to stay awake, but I can feel the toll of the crash and the swim. I can hardly keep my eyes open. I lie down beside her, promising myself I’ll just close my eyes for a few minutes. Just a little power nap.
In the middle of the night, I'm jolted awake by the sound of Paige's cries, her voice raw with fear. I reach out instinctively, pulling her close and murmuring soothing words in her ear.
"It's okay," I whisper, my voice a comforting murmur in the darkness. "You're safe. I've got you."
She clings to me desperately, her body trembling against mine. "I had a nightmare," she whispers, her voice choked with tears. “I woke up and I thought it was just a nightmare and then I realized it was real and this is the nightmare.”
I hold her tighter, wishing there was more I could do to ease her pain. "It's over now," I assure her, my voice firm and steady. "You're okay. I won't let anything happen to you."
She sniffles, her tears soaking into my shirt. "I'm scared," she admits, her voice barely above a whisper.
I stroke her hair gently, trying to offer whatever comfort I can. "I know," I reply softly. "But we're in this together. We'll make it through this, I promise. I’m not about to die after surviving that crash."
She looks up at me, her eyes searching mine for reassurance. And then, without warning, she leans in and kisses me, her lips soft and trembling against mine.
"If I'm going to die," she whispers, her voice barely audible over the sound of the waves crashing against the shore. "I want to feel alive."
“You are alive.”
She touches my face, her eyes shimmering in the faint glow of the firelight. “No, I want to feel alive. I want to have sex. It’s been so long. I thought I had time. Maybe I don’t. Don’t tell me you aren’t thinking it.”
Without another word, I capture her lips with mine, the intensity of the moment drowning out the sound of the ocean. Our kiss is desperate, a mixture of fear, desire, and a primal need for connection in the face of uncertainty. Paige's hands roam over my body, pulling me closer as if trying to erase any distance between us.
She pushes my shirt up. I quickly pull it away and toss it on the ground. Her hands roam over my chest. Desire courses through me as Paige's fingertips brush over my skin. I want her, need her in a way I never thought possible in our dire situation.
Our clothes are shed and the cool night air caresses our heated skin, I can't help but marvel at the intensity of our connection. I kiss over her jaw, tasting the salt on her skin.
“Hold on,” I say.
I quickly spread our clothes out, giving her something to lay down on. I lower her to the ground, kissing her collar bone and then lower.
She arches against me, her hands running through my hair as she pulls me closer. The urgency of the moment fuels our passion. The crash, the isolation, the looming uncertainty about our fate all fade into the background as we lose ourselves in each other.
My lips brush across her pebbled nipple. A small groan escapes her. My hands trail down her sides, feeling the heat of her skin beneath my fingertips. Paige's breath hitches as I explore every inch of her body with my tongue and teeth.
“Don’t stop,” she demands.
I press a kiss to her abdomen, my hands ghosting over the curve of her hips. She shudders beneath me. I continue my journey downwards, leaving a trail of heated kisses in my wake. Her thighs tremble as I part them, a soft gasp escaping her lips as I delve into the sacred territory between. If these are my last days on earth, I’m going to make sure I die a happy man.
Her fingers tangle in my hair, guiding me closer, urging me on. The taste of her on my tongue is intoxicating, the low moans spilling from her lips only adding to the frenzy.
“Yes,” she cries out in the darkness.
I use my fingers to open her, pushing my tongue inside and lapping over her clit. Her body arches off the makeshift bed of clothing, a strangled gasp escaping her lips. The world narrows down to this moment, to the taste of her, the feel of her beneath my hands and mouth. Her fingers twist harder in my hair as she nears the edge, my name turning into a chant.
"God...yes!" she cries out, her body shaking as she tumbles over the edge. Her fingers unfurl from my hair as a shudder ripples through her. Her chest rises and falls rapidly even as she grabs at me, pulling me up her body. I cover her naked body with my own and kiss her deeply, letting her taste herself on my tongue. She moans into the kiss, her hands exploring my back before they slide lower to cup my butt. She pulls me closer, a clear indication that she wants more.
I briefly consider a condom, but it’s not like I have one. And if we’re not making it out of this thing alive, there’s not much to worry about anyway.
“You’re sure?” I ask, praying she doesn’t reconsider now that she got off once.
“Yes. Don’t you dare stop.”
I smile and kiss over her jaw. “I wonder if you ever stop giving orders.”
She merely flashes me a quick smile in response before pressing her lips to mine in another burning kiss. Her legs spread wider, inviting me in. Guided by instinct and driven by the raw connection between us, I slid myself into her. Her body is hot and tight, stretching and pulling me in deeper. “Shit,” I groan, trying to keep control of myself.
