Page 35 of Alien Prince

I'll find a way to get you out, she promises, her voice steady despite the tears threatening to spill over.

With my hands bound and my powers suppressed, I have no choice but to comply. As Raif leads me deeper into the base, the corridor narrows. The walls are damp, and the air is thick with a musty, earthy scent. It's a stark contrast to the opulence of the grand hall we left behind. But despite the dire situation, I can't help but feel a glimmer of hope.

Her reassurance washes over me like a cool breeze, calming the storm of anxiety within. I stop resisting, allowing Raif to take me. I trust Gemma, and I know she'll find a way to help me. The fear that had been gnawing at me takes a backseat to the calm her voice brings.

As we are led deeper into the base, the corridor narrows. Finally, we reach a secluded chamber with a large glass cell in the center. The cell is encircled by a blue glow with an excessive number of electrical wires and strange tubes connected to it. It’s clear this is no ordinary holding cell.

Raif approaches a nearby console and swipes his key card. The glass door slides open with a soft hiss. He glances at me, his shoulders tense. “Ky, this cell is designed to nullify yourabilities,” he explains, his voice tinged with regret. “You won't be able to escape.”

I nod, understanding the necessity. Without hesitation, I step forward and walk into the cell. As I cross the threshold, I can feel the energy field enveloping me, suppressing my powers. “I get it, Raif,” I say, turning to face him as the door closes behind me. “You did what you had to do.”

He sighs, looking sheepishly at his feet. “Gemma will be here soon. If I know my best friend, she's not following her father's orders.”

As if on cue, the door bursts open, and Gemma rushes in. Her eyes are full of tears she's trying to hold back, and a look of fury is plastered on her face.

“Ky!” Gemma exclaims, her voice breaking as she takes in the sight of me in the cell. “I'm so sorry. I'd bust you out right now if...”

I manage a small smile, despite the situation. “If what, Gemma?”

Her lips twitch, a hint of a smile breaking through the tears. “If I didn't trust that my father has a plan. He knows more than he's letting on about the celestials, Ky. I can feel it.”

I nod, trying to hide the flicker of doubt in my eyes. There's so much I want to ask, so many questions swirling in my mind. But as I look at Gemma, I see the unwavering determination in her gaze, and I feel my doubts melt away. trust you.”

She nods, her expression determined as she reaches out to touch the glass. “I'm not giving up on you, Ky. Not now, not ever.”

Raif steps back, giving us a moment. “I'll keep watch,” he says, his tone apologetic as he leaves the room.

Gemma's eyes remain fixed on mine, filled with a mixture of relief and determination. “We'll get you out of here, Ky. I promise.”

I nod, feeling a surge of hope. “I know you will, Gemma. I trust you.”

But the moment is fleeting. The door swings open, and Raif stomps back in, shaking his head and mumbling, “True love and this bullshit, or whatever. I swear, I can't fully understand it. I'm such an idiot, I'm going to get fucking reamed for this. Seriously, who writes this stuff?”

He barges over to the control panel and swipes his card, opening the door to the cell. Gemma and I just stare at him, confused and breathless, trying to process what's happening.

Raif looks at us with a mix of snark and light sarcasm. “You have one hour before the first round of interrogation is set to begin. If you want to spend any time together, you'd better get your ass into that cell,” he says, his tone dripping with irony.

He walks off, shouting a reminder over his shoulder. “One hour, and I'll be right outside the door!” He grumbles about sounds and the ick, clearly uncomfortable with the situation.

Gemma and I exchange a bewildered look, but as soon as the door closes, everything else fades away. The possibility of escape, my desire to earn her father's trust, my ambition to join the resistance and end my family's reign of terror - all of it dissipates like mist in the morning sun.

At this moment, there's only Gemma and me.

She turns to me, her eyes blazing with an intensity that sets my soul on fire. Without a word, she steps forward and presses her lips to mine. The kiss is fierce and hungry, a release of all the pent-up emotions we've been feeling.

For the first time, I'm touching her with my own skin, feeling her warmth against my true self. It's intoxicating, overwhelming, and absolutely perfect.

Nothing else matters but this connection, this moment of raw intimacy between us.

Her hands fumble with my cuffs, her fingers trembling with a mix of excitement and nervousness. With a swift swipe of her key card, the cuffs fall away, clattering to the floor. A smile spreads across her face as she sees my hands finally free. “Looks like Dad forgot to fully restrict my access,” she whispers, a hint of mischief in her voice. “His oversight, our gain.” Without hesitation, I wrap my arms around her, pulling her close against my body. The feeling of her warmth against me, it’s intoxicating.

Our bodies move in perfect sync, each touch igniting a fire within us. A burning desire, no longer contained, consumes us both. Clothes are discarded hastily, falling to the floor in a chaotic heap. Soon, we are lost in a whirlwind of passion, finally able to explore each other without barriers.

It's raw and primal, a connection that transcends words. Her skin is warm and smooth beneath my fingertips, and every touch sends shivers of pleasure through my body. Her breath is hot against my neck, her soft moans a desperate melody in my ears. My hands roam her curves, feeling the tautness of her muscles and the softness of her flesh.

Our movements are urgent, driven by an insatiable need. I lift her, my hands gripping her ass as her legs wrap tightly around my waist. I press her against the cold glass wall of the cell, the contrast heightening the intensity of our connection. Her nails dig into my back, a delicious pain that fuels my desire.

I turn with her in my arms and toss her onto the cot. It's a small bed, but I don't need much room for what I have planned. I fall to my knees, pulling her to the edge of the bed by her knees, spreading her wide. My mouth waters at the sight of her slick, inviting folds, and without hesitation, I bury my face between her thighs, devouring her with primal hunger.

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