Page 72 of Infected By Virus

“Fine,” she groused, but it seemed important to him, and if it meant that much to him, she’d make it mean that much to her.

As she got closer, she could make out two people, which struck her as odd. Hook didn’t have a single shot of people on his wall.

When she stood in front of it, her mouth dropped open and more tears sprang to her eyes.

It was of Virus holding Adam by a tree, their tree. Adam was pointing at a new carving under their old initials.

Will you marry me?

Her hands flew to her mouth, and she spun around, only to find Virus down on one knee holding a ring.

Rae just stood there, mouth agape, slowly nodding for what felt like an eternity.

“Is that a yes?”

“Yes.”

Virus slid the ring on her finger and caught her up in his arms, kissing her soundly.

Speaking against her lips, he asked, “You wanna check out the back?”

Words still failed her, so she nodded … again.

“Thank fuck.” Virus reached into his pocket and produced a small remote and pressed a button. All without letting her feet touch. When the sounds of Motionless in White floated on the air, he dropped the remote to the floor.

“What, no Taylor Swift this time?” she quipped as he reached for the knob.

“No. We’ve changed. We’re different now. Plus, this time I asked instead of just giving you a ring.”

Carrying her into the back, he kicked the door closed behind him.

“Technically, you didn’t ask. It was implied in a picture. I turned around, and boom, ring. Sounds pretty similar, if you ask me?”

Virus set her down and she glanced around. Each wall was a different color and texture and there were props and clothes and?—

Her inventory was cut off by his voice.

“Fine. How about I ask you while you’re giving me that head you promised?” He winked and reached for the button on his jeans.

“How about you ask me while you’re giving me head.”

“Even better.”

Virus dropped to his knees and reached for her shoes while she doffed her shirt. Pulling her pants and underwear off together, he tossed them aside.

“Yes, even bet?—”

The t came out a squeak as he latched onto her clit. Sucking it hard before holding it with his teeth and flicking it vigorously with the tip of his tongue.

When she came, she came hard and fast.

Virus stood, unzipping his jeans and shoving them to his thighs. Turning her around, he bent her over the large rectangular table.

“Please,” she begged. “I need more exposure therapy. I want to make sure I’m good and infected.”

“I thought we weren’t allowed to call it that?” He argued and entered her with one snap of his hips.

“Just this once, I’m allowing it.”

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