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The voices. They roiled inside her head like a nest of wasps. Ada stumbled, clutched something on the wall beside her, and pressed her palm against the space between her eyes where the pain pulsed. Even through her glove, she could tell a fever flared up beneath her skin as a bead of sweat rolled down her neck.
Ada pushed herself away from the wall and stumbled to the door. The metal’s rust chipped beneath her hand and crumbled to the floor. She turned the heavy handle and pushed into the room. The door creaked loudly as it scraped across the floor. She clung to the door handle to keep from falling forward.
The dust settled beneath her boots, and she surveyed the dim room. The only light was the exposed flickering bulb that hung from an exposed wire in the center of the room. Whatever Los Illuminados had used the space for, they left it abandoned now. A pipe ran across the wall and disappeared into the concrete just before it reached the door across the room from her.
The voices subsided for a time while she righted herself inside the threshold. She had to find a way to remove this damned parasite before it turned her into a pawn. Ada stepped into the space and allowed the heavy door to slam shut behind her.
Movement caught the corner of her eye. A figure sagged against the wall in the far dark corner of the room. She hadn’t noticed them until the door slam made them flinch. Ada paced slowly across the room toward the door on the other side. She was low on ammo and didn’t want to use what little reserves she had on what Illuminados called a ganado.
The figure slumped further and slid down the wall. Ada reached out tentatively to take the other door’s handle. More sweat rolled down her back as she moved to pull open the door, but it was too heavy. She holstered her gun and used both hands to grip the handle. With all her might she pulled. The door gave a loud crunching sound as metal ground against metal.
The exit refused to open for her, and the sound had roused the figure in the room with her. When she let go, her arms shook, and she leaned against the pipe to keep her balance. She hadn’t noticed how far along the plaga developed.
The figure stood, stumbled forward, and knocked into the bulb. It swung violently around in a circle. The light flashed across the room and illuminated the man in front of her. Behind the barrel of his handgun, she made out his familiar face.
“Leon?” she whispered.
“Ada,” he said and lowered his gun. Even with the erratic lighting, she made out the thin lines of black infection that snaked through the veins of his face. “You too?” he asked. She lifted her fingertips over her cheek as if she could feel the same lines across her face.
The closer Leon stood, the hotter the room became, or maybe it was always this hot. Leon clutched his head and winced. The voices returned at a fever pitch, louder than before she’d even entered the room. She couldn’t help but groan at the ache.
Leon attempted to right himself. Some of his blond hair stuck to the sides of his face, his cheeks flushed, and his breaths were just as heavy as hers. The dark tight shirt he wore clung to his skin in sweat.
Infected. They were both infected. She had to do something about it. But the closer Leon got, the hotter she became. His fists clenched at his side, the veins on his arms ripe with more dark webbing.
Ada imagined those hands over her heated skin, his mouth on her neck, their naked bodies pressed against each other. A relief to this ache. What was happening to her? She hadn’t noticed her hand slide from her cheek to her plush bottom lip. But, it appeared, Leon had.
“Ada.” He said her name huskier than she’d ever heard it before. The sound struck a little flame deep inside. She wanted to hear it again.
“Leon, you’re infected,” she said. It didn’t mean anything. The voices. They said so.
Ravage him. Need to touch him.
Ada stepped forward carefully to meet him beneath the swinging light. She could see it then, the tension in his jaw. Slowly, she slipped off her gloves and tossed them to the floor. Leon’s keen eyes watched as she did, his mouth softly parted. Did he feel it? Did he hear them?
Take him. Devour him.
She ran her fingertips along his tense jaw. He practically melted at the touch and leaned into her hand. His skin burned as much as hers did. It wasn’t like they hadn’t felt this before, hadn’t wanted to kiss in their first meeting in six years. But this felt different, as if that meeting in the castle was with the faucet off to keep their heat at bay. Now, the faucet turned, a trickle of that desire they’d kept to themselves spilling forth.
“I need to,” he said as if he tested out each word in his mouth.
“Need to what?” she continued running her fingers along his jaw and down to the crook of his neck where she wished her lips were. He let out a shaky breath as she moved her palm over his sculpted pecks and his nipples beneath his drenched shirt. Her dress was too much, too heavy.
Devour him. Take him in.
The voices echoed in the room with them, turned the faucet on a little more—Relief, that’s what she wanted, relief for this overwhelming ache.
Leon grabbed her hand hard, his eyes more bloodshot than before. “I need to,” he said again.
“What?” she asked. He leaned forward slowly, struggling with something. She could see the thoughts turning behind his eyes. His expression reflected everything she felt, like that hard restraint to keep desire at bay. Then she heard it, their connection through the plaga, that soft echo of need.
I need to touch her.
Ada leaned forward, eyes lingering on his mouth.
Then touch me. Her voice echoed in her head. Leon’s eyes widened with the sound, and he sucked in a breath. Instead of his lips, she kissed the back of his gloved hand wrapped around hers. She gazed up at him through her lashes as she kissed an exposed finger. The touch of her lips made him groan inside her head.
Leon closed his eyes. When he opened them again, the serene blue had morphed into a deep crimson webbed in darkness. He practically growled as he took her neck in one hand, her arm in the other, and pushed her back against the cold wall. Ada was on fire. The voices continued to drum in her head, begged for him to do more, touch more, take more.
She wanted him panting, wanted him splayed out beneath her. Ada twisted in his grasp and swung her arm up to wrap around his neck and bow him forward into a hold. Leon already pushed forward to take her around her knees and make her lose balance. She held his neck tighter as he backed up to throw them onto the floor.
The bulb swung the light over the room in their chaos. Ada worked by touch alone as she lost strength in her arm. Leon pulled away with his hand around her throat. Instinctively, she took his wrist with one hand and his upper arm with the other and twisted with her hips to flip them over.
The only sound in the room now was their heavy breathing as she straddled his hips. Leon appeared delighted beneath her.
Never expected this kind of greeting. His thoughts rattled around in her head.
Likes a woman on top. His eyes were all over her at the thought she didn’t know he’d hear. Let’s see how you like it. Ada leaned forward, placed her palms at the base of his throat, and pressed her lips against his. Leon sucked in a breath and slid his hands onto her thighs. His fingers slid over her tights and higher still, pulling up her short dress as he went.
Burning. They were burning. Their own filthy thoughts blended in with the voices of those nests of wasps. Ada squeezed his throat as she slid her tongue into his waiting mouth. His moan made her ache, made her grind against him. Leon slipped his fingers higher, his thumb pressed against her sensitive clit beneath the fabric between them.
Want it off. Take them off. They groaned in each other’s head. Louder now than the other voices, locked away in their little room. Ada loosened her grip and pulled his holster off. She threw it to the side with her abandoned gloves. As if reading her mind, he worked on the holster at her hip.
It was a frenzy. A deep need to feel his skin. She slid her hands to the hem of his shirt to work it off his body. His chest gleamed with sweat, and his pecs rose and fell with heavy breath. Even in the state he was in, Leon was beautiful. The webbing had spread across his body, and she followed a line of it with her fingertips. His back bowed beneath her light touch.
Not enough. He groaned into her head. Like a shot of adrenaline, Leon sat up and grasped her thighs against his waist as he moved to stand. On instinct, Ada wrapped her arms around his neck. She gasped in surprise when he roughly pressed her back against the concrete wall. He stifled her gasp with his mouth against hers, working her lips apart to take him in.
She’d never felt Leon like this and craved more of it. She snaked her fingers through his damp hair and gripped hard. His moan was a reward that she felt pressed against his chest. Ada wanted out of this dress, wanted him inside her, and everything was in the way. She groaned in frustration.
So tight. Her thought slipped between them, and she burned too much to care. Leon helped her out of her harness and pulled her dress over her head, tossing it to the floor with everything else. He clutched her tights and with a grunt, pulled a tear into the fabric, and slowly yanked them off her body. She writhed in his grasp, the tight ache in her core desperate for his cock. He watched her face as he moved her little thong to the side to slide his fingers over her damp folds.
Ada couldn’t tell whose thoughts rattled inside her head, couldn’t see where she stopped and he started. He spread her lips with his fingers and slid them wet and hot over her thrumming clit. She gripped his shoulder hard, her nails digging into his skin.
His expression was intense and watchful on her face as he pressed further and sank his digits into her hot cunt. Her mouth opened in a silent cry.
I want to hear it. His movements deliberately coaxed that place inside her while her walls clenched him in a vice grip. He fucked her with his hand, rested his forehead against hers, and his erection pressed against her slick thigh through his pants.
Come on, Ada. I want to hear you. She wasn’t sure if he knew she could hear his thoughts, and at that moment, she didn’t care. She allowed the pleasure to build in her body until she was thrusting against his hand. His palm pressed against her clit as he curled his fingers inside her. Her climax was an explosion of light and color behind her eyes. A cry wrenched from her throat and echoed through the hollow room.
He kissed her while she fell apart. As the world spun, she felt him pull out of her, do something with his pants, and press the head of his shaft against her welcoming sex. She desired it in a way she’d never thought before.
Ada didn’t need anyone. She thought she’d cut off those feelings of affection six years ago, yet here he was. That affection roared to life, the faucet on, her desire for him flooded her in a way she’d never felt before as sweat trickled down her chest.
As an answer to his wordless question, Ada rolled her hips and brought him into her. Leon let out a slow breath before he pushed forward at an agonizingly slow pace. Her walls gripped him, took him in like he belonged there.
He moaned her name against her neck, and she gripped his back like an anchor as he seated deep inside her. The feeling was exquisite in their delirious state. Her body was in flames, burning up against him. More. She needed more.
He cursed against her neck and kissed her just below her jaw. She turned her head to take his mouth in a searing kiss. Leon pulled back and snapped his hips forward.
His pace was brutal. She heard him in her mind, cried his name into his. She moved her kisses to his neck to his shoulder, muscles flexing with effort, and latched her mouth against his slick skin. A light nibble, a delirious test. He adjusted her so that he gripped her ass and pulled her hips forward.
“There!” Ada cried out against his shoulder and sank her teeth into his skin. Leon growled; his breathing was loud in her ears as he pumped into her. His cock hitting that place inside her that made her see stars.
She couldn’t restrain the moans he forced from her throat. The world shifted as her eyes rolled back. Her orgasm was like a wave in the ocean that washed over her body. She gave herself up to him, vulnerable in his firm grasp. She softly moaned his name as he adjusted his shaking grip and pounded into her.
Then, she thought she’d heard it.
Don’t leave me again.
She swore she’d heard him in her mind. His thought would haunt her as the fog clouded her mind and made her question if she’d heard it at all. Say it again. But he never did.
He gripped her hard and his jaw went slack as he came. His moans were a sweet symphony in her mind, in the decrepit room they'd found themselves in.
His thrusts slowed, her grip loosened, and he slid them to the floor. Leon moved so that he leaned against the wall and pulled her back against his chest, his legs on either side of hers. Ada lay against him and stared up at the rusted ceiling, the bulb above them had stilled on its exposed wire.
Her body moved gently with his heavy breaths. The heat had subsided. Her mind was clearer than before. She lifted her arms and found them still webbed with dark veins.
“We need to find a way to get this out.” Her voice was raspy with use.
“Yeah,” he said. She felt him move to the side, lifted her dress off the floor, and handed it to her. The haze had worn away, and she was sure it had done the same for him. She slipped her dress over her body and remained where she was on the floor.
“I can’t hear them anymore.” Ada didn’t believe she’d have to elaborate; he’d heard them too.
“Me neither,” Leon replied. She didn’t want to add that her mind was free of his thoughts too. It wasn’t a suppressant but at least there was clarity. At some point, she found the strength to move and grabbed the exposed pipe to lift herself off the ground. She felt his hands on her legs to help her in case she fell.
There was shuffling as she pulled on her harnesses and righted herself. The snap of his gun made her turn to find him fully dressed too. She pulled her gloves on and moved toward the door. She still had a mission, still had to find a way to remove these parasites from their bodies.
“So, that’s it?” he said.
“Don’t worry. Maybe next time, we can continue from where we left off?” Over her shoulder, he stood beneath the harsh light like an interrogation room.
“I can’t tell if you mean that.”
“I guess we’ll see. Let’s get these out and we’ll talk about it,” she said. His sweet face amused her, and he reflected her smile with his own. All that talk of change, and there he was, that sweet rookie in another place he shouldn’t be.
“Sure.” A soft amusement in his voice made her satisfied enough to turn the handle and push open the heavy door into the next room.