The supply closet door clicked shut with a soft finality that felt louder than the pounding on the chem lab entrance outside.
Darkness swallowed them instantly. Only thin red emergency light leaked under the door, painting faint bloody stripes across Riley's collarbones and the sharp line of Ethan's jaw.
She still had his tie fisted in her hand. The silk was wrinkled now, ruined. She didn't let go.
Ethan's heart hammered so hard he could feel it in his teeth. The fever that had been gnawing at his bones all night twisted into something hotter, sharper—less like sickness and more like starvation. Every inch of his skin felt raw, oversensitive, like the air itself was stroking him.
Riley's breathing was shallow, quick. She tilted her head, studying his face in the dim glow. "You're really shaking."
"I know." His voice came out rougher than he meant. "It's cause of you and it's getting worse."
She stepped closer until the toes of her heels bumped his dress shoes. The front of her dress brushed his thighs—thin silk, warm body underneath. He could smell her: coconut shampoo, cherry lip gloss, the faint salty edge of fear-sweat.
"Then stop talking," she whispered.
Her free hand slid up his chest, fingers curling into the lapel of his tux jacket. She tugged him down at the same time she rose on her toes.
Their mouths met—harder this time. No tentative brush. Riley kissed like she fought: aggressive, no hesitation, teeth catching his lower lip just sharp enough to sting. Ethan groaned into her mouth, the sound vibrating between them. His hands found her waist, thumbs pressing into the dip above her hips, pulling her flush against him.
She gasped when she felt how hard he already was—thick, insistent, trapped against her lower belly through layers of fabric. The friction made his hips jerk forward involuntarily.
"Fuck," he breathed against her lips.
Riley smiled—small, wicked, the first real one since the gym lights died. "Yeah. That's the idea."
She pushed him backward until his shoulders hit the door. The wood rattled faintly. Outside, something heavy thudded against the barricade again. Neither of them flinched.
Her fingers worked fast—tie loosened, top button popped, then the next. Cool air hit his chest. She dragged her nails lightly down his sternum, following the faint line of hair that disappeared into his waistband. Ethan hissed through his teeth.
"You always this sensitive, Kane?" she murmured, lips brushing the shell of his ear.
"Only when I'm dying," he managed.
She laughed—low, throaty—and bit the side of his neck. Not hard enough to mark, just enough to make his cock jump against her thigh.
Ethan's control frayed. He spun them so her back was to the door, caging her with his arms. Riley arched instinctively, breasts pressing into his chest. The thin silk of her dress did nothing to hide how hard her nipples were.
He kissed down her throat—slow, deliberate. Felt her pulse racing under his tongue. When he reached the hollow at the base of her neck he sucked lightly. She whimpered—the sound punched straight through him.
"Ethan…"
He pulled back just enough to look at her. Pupils blown, lips swollen, cheeks flushed. Breath-takingly beautiful.
"If you want me to stop, tell me" he said quietly with a gasp. "Though I would prefer to get drunk in you." he said with list filled eyes.
Riley stared back for a long heartbeat.
Then she reached behind her neck, found the hidden zipper of her dress, and dragged it down.
The fabric slithered to the floor in a soft pool around her ankles.
Black lace bra. Matching thong. Long legs still in strappy heels. Skin glowing faintly in the red light.
She stepped out of the dress, kicked it aside.
"Your turn," she said.
Ethan didn't waste time. Jacket hit the floor. Shirt yanked over his head—buttons popping somewhere in the dark. Belt unbuckled with shaking fingers. Pants shoved down along with boxers. He kicked off his shoes last.
Riley's gaze dropped. She licked her lips—slow, deliberate.
"Jesus," she breathed.
Ethan stepped into her space again. Skin to skin now. Her breasts pressed against his chest, nipples dragging over his skin with every breath. His cock nestled hot and heavy against her stomach.
He kissed her again—deeper, slower. Tongues sliding, wet and hungry. One hand cupped the back of her neck; the other slid down her spine, fingers dipping under the lace at her hips.
Riley moaned into his mouth when he squeezed her ass—firm, possessive. She hooked one leg around his thigh, grinding against him. The thin strip of her thong was already soaked; he could feel the slick heat of her through the fabric.
"Touch me," she whispered.
Ethan didn't need to be told twice.
He slipped two fingers under the lace, found her drenched. Slid along her folds—slow, teasing—then circled her clit with the pad of his middle finger.
Riley's head thunked back against the door. "Fuck—yes—"
He kept the pressure light at first, watching her face. Her hips rolled into his hand, chasing more. When he finally pushed one finger inside her she clenched hard, inner walls fluttering.
"So tight," he muttered against her throat.
"Been a while," she panted. "And you're—fuck—not small."
He added a second finger, curling them upward. Found that spot that made her thighs tremble. Pumped slowly while his thumb kept working her clit in tight circles.
Riley's hands scrambled at his shoulders, nails biting skin. "Ethan—don't stop—don't—"
He didn't.
Her breathing turned ragged. Hips bucking. A low, desperate whine built in her throat.
When she came it was sudden—whole body locking, inner walls pulsing around his fingers, a gush of wetness coating his hand. She bit his shoulder to muffle the cry.
Ethan held her through it, fingers still moving gently until the aftershocks faded.
Riley sagged against him, forehead on his chest. Breathing hard.
Then she lifted her head. Eyes glassy, determined.
"My turn."
She dropped to her knees.
Ethan's brain short-circuited.
Riley wrapped her hand around him—firm, confident. Stroked once, root to tip. His hips jerked.
"Look at me," she ordered.
He did.
She held his gaze as she leaned forward and took him into her mouth.
Hot, wet and perfect.
Ethan groaned—long, broken. One hand braced on the door above her head; the other threaded gently into her hair—not pushing, just holding on.
Riley hummed around him. The vibration shot straight up his spine. She bobbed slowly at first—lips stretched, tongue swirling under the head—then took him deeper. Throat relaxing. No gag.
"Riley—fuck—"
She pulled off with a wet pop, stroking him with her hand while she caught her breath. "You taste good," she said, voice wrecked. "Like salt and adrenaline."
Then she dove back down.
Faster now. Messier. Spit slicking her chin. Hollowed cheeks. Hand twisting at the base in time with her mouth.
Ethan's thighs trembled. Pressure built fast—too fast.
"Close," he warned.
She didn't pull off.
Instead she took him to the back of her throat and swallowed.
Ethan came with a choked groan—hips snapping forward, pulsing hard down her throat. Stars burst behind his eyelids. The fever that had been eating him alive shattered into white-hot pleasure.
Riley swallowed everything. Didn't flinch. Kept sucking gently until he was oversensitive and shaking.
When she finally pulled away a thin string of saliva connected her lips to the tip. She licked it away.
Ethan hauled her up—rough, desperate—and kissed her like he was trying to crawl inside her skin.
They tasted each other. Salt. Heat. Survival.
The blue light flared again—brighter this time.
[Vitality Transfer: Phase 1 Complete]
[Infection Meter: 90.0 %]
[Riley Harper – Bond Rank: E]
[Shared Stat Boost Applied: +12% Agility | +15% Endurance]
[New Passive Skill Unlocked: Riot Rush – 30-second burst of enhanced speed & reflexes (Cooldown: 2 minutes)]
Riley gasped, breaking the kiss. "I felt that. Inside me. Like… electricity."
Ethan rested his forehead against hers. Still hard and aching.
"We're not done," he said quietly.
She smiled—slow and seductive.
"Good, I hope soo. Not after making me this wet." she said, spreading her folds with her fingers.
She turned, braced her hands on a low shelf, arched her back. Looked over her shoulder.
"Fuck me, Ethan. Hard. Like you mean it."
He stepped up behind her. Hooked her thong to the side. Lined himself up.
One slow, deep thrust.
Riley's moan echoed off the shelves with a seductive look in her eyes.
He couldn't stop even if the world was ending right now.