We moved together on the cold stone, our clothes a frantic barrier we tore away. The wind was howling, the sea was crashing, and the blue light was blinding, but all I felt was the friction of his skin against mine. It was a battle for his mind, fought with the weapons of the flesh.I bit his shoulder, drawing a tiny drop of blood, and I felt him gasp—a sharp, human sound that cut through the mechanical hum of the Grid. I wanted him to feel the pain. I wanted him to feel the cold and the heat and the absolute, terrifying obsession of my own love for him.He responded with a ferocity that was almost overwhelming. He pinned me to the stone, his hands possessive, his mouth a fever on my skin. This was our redemption—not a clean, sterile erasure, but a messy, passionate reclamation. We weren't the Saint and the Shark. We were two survivors refusing to be deleted.In the height of it, as the resonance in my blood hummed in harmony with his pulse, the sapphire light began to flicker. It cou
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