"What I did was selfish. Selfish and shameful, there's no excusing it. The full moon is in two night's time. We don't have the original compass or the other requested item. We still haven't found Asherah. I'm scared. What if, what if–" I felt sick to my stomach; the next few hours would determine our futures. Everything we had been through had been building up to this moment, and I dreaded it because the pressure was debilitating.

"You're quite foolish if you think I won't be able to get out of this."

"And you're foolish if you think it is so easy. Stronger, smarter, braver men and women have all fallen because of the fates," I snapped. Sam's optimism was something I admired; he was so confident in his ability to escape any sticky situation, but this time, our enemy wasn't another pirate or governor. This time, our enemy was time. 

A deal was a deal; there was no breaking it.

"Listen to me, Niri, we've come this far. We have a compass, and we have each other, but the moment we give in to fear is the moment we've lost. I've watched you face each setback head-on and find solutions where we thought none existed. I won't let you fall into despair after everything we've been through." Sam's words were full of hope and passion; I couldn't deny that he was right. We had come so far and were so close to achieving our goals that I could not let this break us.

"I'm going to save you, Sam. I promise."

"I know you will now. Please, stop tormenting me and come here." Sam grabbed the front of the jacket and pulled me to him, placing his lips on mine. He wasted no time in deepening the kiss, his hands running freely over my body, and I moaned into his mouth from pleasure. I felt him smile against my lips.

"Not here." But he continued, despite my warnings, and the wetness in between my legs had already begun. He backed me up against the table and pushed until I sat atop it. Sam grabbed the edge of my skirt and pulled up swiftly so that it reached my mid-thigh.

"How can I allow those worrisome thoughts that plague you to go unpunished? My lady, allow me to clear your mind, if only for a short while," Sam charmed as his lips kissed between my silky thighs. My heart raced in excitement; I couldn't control what was happening, and suddenly, a fit of moans, each a little louder than the last, escaped me when I felt Sam's tongue lightly run over the wet mound in between me. My head jerked back from the pleasure, and my hands wound themselves in the curls of his hair. There was something so exhilarating about being caught at any moment, this tender, impetuous intimacy.

With his two fingers, he placed them inside of me, slowly at first, and I moaned as they entered. He continued to lick and flick with his tongue as his fingers moved in and out at a slow yet even temperament. My eyes shut as I allowed myself to be coaxed to ecstasy, a delicious interruption from reality. Sam was right; I needed this, and I needed him. I craved the feeling of closeness whenever we were wrapped in these moments, the intoxicating mixture of pleasure, desire, and love. I started to lean backward until my body was laid on the table. My hips began rocking up and down, following the pattern of his tongue, and Sam let out a low "Mmm," as if the act itself was exactly the response he wanted. The building of pressure had begun, bringing me higher and higher.

"Not yet, my love. Wait for me." Sam's breathy voice pulled me back into reality. He stood up, still between my legs, and looked down at me in the most alluring way. Then he reached out and grabbed my hand, repositioning me so that I was sitting. Soon, his lips crashed onto mine, and my arms instinctively wrapped around his neck.

I desired to be more satisfied. 

I craved more.

Our kisses grew sloppier and needier, and I found myself standing up, pressing against him. I bit at Sam's lower lip. He pulled away, slightly surprised but looking more intrigued. With one hand, he pushed me up against a wooden pillar. He didn't kiss me again, just stared down as his hands worked at my skirt, pulling it down, and then he worked at his pants most desperately. Lifting my leg, Sam wrapped it around his waist, inspiring a small gasp.

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