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“No,” she smiled. “No condom.”

Nodding, he pushed in halfway and felt her barrier give way. He knew she was hurting, but damn if her hips were saying otherwise, rocking against his own.

“Fuck, Marilisa, baby.”

“Please,” she begged. He nodded again, leaning his forehead against her own, bracing her against the shower wall as he plunged deeper inside her. He watched the remnants of her virginity fade into the shower drain and felt pride that she’d trusted him with something so precious.

Her body was responding like an instrument made just for him. The perfectly formed, milky white globes bouncing against his body. When she cried out, his body immediately reacted, driving faster and deeper until his own love spilled.

“Fuck, baby,” he cried, kissing her face, neck, and settling on her lips. “I love you so much, Marilisa. I love you, baby.”

“I love you, too,” she sniffed.

“Hey, what’s wrong? Did I hurt you?”

“No, no,” she laughed. “It’s just that I’ve waited so long to hear you say those words. To be yours, like this. The way we should be.”

“I know, honey, but this was the right time. This was when it was supposed to happen.”

“Let’s get out,” she smiled. “We’re turning into prunes.”

Dressed and walking to dinner, they ran into a few of the others, including Brax and Stephanie, who were walking together.

“Hey, maybe he’s finally going to straighten himself out,” smirked Saint. “I mean, it seems to be going around.”

“True,” she laughed. Then she sobered, looking around the grove seeing Griffin. He looked forlorn, almost lost, as they walked toward him.

“Hi,” smiled Marilisa. He looked up at her, grinning.

“Hello. Are you alright?” he asked.

“Yes,” she smiled. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

“I don’t know. Something felt strange to me. Something felt different.” Saint looked at the man and sat in front of him.

“Sir, Marilisa and I, we’ve consummated our relationship. Maybe that’s what you felt,” said Saint.

“I appreciate you telling me that, but I don’t think that’s it. Do you remember when I said that word, the word that made you faint?” he asked.

“I remember,” she said in a shaky voice, not wanting to experience that again.

“Did you dream of it last night?” he asked. Saint stared at Marilisa.

“No. In fact, I don’t think I had a nightmare last night,” she said as Saint shook his head.

“That’s true. She didn’t.”

“I did,” said Griffin. “I never have nightmares. Ever. And I dreamed of being in that place, that word.”

“Laboratory,” she said quietly, waiting for the fear to overcome her. He nodded, looking pale and holding his stomach.

“Let me get you some water,” said Saint.

“No. No, I’m okay. But that’s the reaction I’m having now. It’s as if someone is controlling something between us.”

“That’s because they are.”

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

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