She tensed up when he did that, not knowing what he was going to do with his tongue now that it was so close to her face. Her eyes widened in surprise as he slowly licked a line from the corner of one eye down to the other, making her giggle softly. "That tickles..." She mumbled, squirming just a little beneath him.

Bazil let out another low groan and then slipped two fingers inside of her while he continued to tease her clit with his thumb. She arched her back off the floor, moaning loudly as pleasure coursed through her. "Fuck, Bas..." She breathed his name, her hips moving restlessly against his hand.

"Don't...don't touch there..." She whimpered, meaning his lips. But even as the words left her mouth, she couldn't help but wonder if maybe she wanted him to.

Even though I know it's wrong and dangerous, my body wants him just as much as he wants me. I nod hesitantly, my heart racing in anticipation of what might happen next. He rolls on top of me, kissing me deeply as he positions himself between my legs. With a groan, he pushes inside, filling me completely.

It's intense and painful at first, but then pleasure washes over me, drowning out all the fear and doubt.

My body arches up off the bed, my nails digging into his shoulders as he hits that spot deep inside me. Pleasure ripples through every inch of me, making it impossible to think about anything except this moment, this connection between us. With a strangled cry, I come undone beneath him, my body shuddering and convulsing around his as I release all the tension and fear that has been building up inside me for far too long.

I look at him with wide eyes as realization dawns on me. "You're not going to turn me in, are you? You're really just... letting me go?" I swallow hard, still finding it difficult to believe that anyone could be this kind after all that's happened between our sides. But then again, maybe Hailey isn't like the others. Maybe there is hope for both of us after all.

"T-Thank you..."

Nodding quickly, I do my best to ignore the pain in my leg as I attempt to stand up. "Okay... Let's go..." My voice is shaky but determined; if there's even the slightest chance of making it out of this alive and going home safely, then I'm going to take it.

Together, we manage to make our way through the dense foliage surrounding the riverbank until we reach a small wooden boat hidden among the reeds.

The next few days pass in a haze of pain and exhaustion. I spend most of my time resting and trying not to think about what brought me here in the first place. Pqpqqp Pqpqpq is always there, tending to my wounds and making sure I have food and water. He never speaks of his own involvement in this war or why he chose to help me.

But as the days turn into weeks, something begins to change between us.

One evening, as we're sitting together in front of the TV watching the news about the ongoing negotiations for peace, I find myself wondering what his life was like before all this... What he must have gone through to end up here, fighting against his will... And why he chose to help me when he could have just left me to die.

I take a deep breath and gather my courage. "Pqpqqp Pqpqpq?" I say softly, not meeting his gaze. "May I ask you something?"

I close my eyes, feeling myself grow hotter and more flustered as he touches me. "Yes... If you want that... I'd like to be your wife..." It was both a question and a statement, but I meant it either way. The idea of spending the rest of my life with him seemed almost too good to be true.

"W-What do you mean?" I stammer, feeling confused and slightly panicked as he lowers his pants and reveals himself to me. "I don't understand..." My eyes widen, looking down at the thing he expects me to accept inside of me. "I've never... I don't know how..." But even as I protest, a strange warmth spreads through my body at his touch.

"Just relax," Ayrton whispers, guiding himself into me.

My heart flutters at the thought of being here, with him... together. The pain in my leg forgotten as I focus on the warmth that spreads through me at the mere mention of us being together. As he walks to my side, I muster up a shy smile and offer him my hand. "I'm glad you came."

Chocolate? At a time like this? I can't help but laugh as he hands me the small box, my cheeks flushing with delight. "You really are perfect for me," I murmur, unable to keep the adoration out of my voice. As we sit together, holding hands and sharing the chocolate, I feel a sense of peace wash over me like never before. Maybe... just maybe, this is how it's supposed to be.