It took all the strength she had, a lifespan of royal training to conceal the hurt he’d caused, to maintain a serene expression worthy of a princess. “One understands.”
“One doesn’t understand.” He shifted under her. “You don’t have to lay claim to my heart or my soul. You already have those parts of me. You’ve had them since the moment we met.”
Her gaze flew upward to meet his. There was no trace of humor in his eyes.
“I have your heart?” She didn’t dare to believe that.
“I loved you the moment you floated into the beverage outlet on Nereid Negative One.” The corners of his lips lifted. “You were accompanied by your unusual entourage, moved like the princess you were—undeterred by the warriors and killers and other beings watching you. How could I not love someone like you?”
She narrowed her eyes at him. “Do you love me more than battle?”
“I do love battle.” He grinned.
“You love quite a few things.” She pressed her lips together. Was she merely one of a huge grouping of treasured objects, beings?
That wouldn’t satisfy her.
She wanted to be special, longed to be the center of his world, be the being he loved most.
“I do love quite a few things.” Her cyborg was honest with her. “That is true.” He closed the fingers of his right hand, held out that huge clenched fist. “This represents everything else I love and have ever loved over the hundreds of human lifespans I’ve lived. That includes battle and beings, adventure, my new crown.” He paused. His eyebrows knit together as they often did when he completed a complex calculation. “The tally is seven million, three hundred and sixty-nine thousand, nine hundred and fifty-two beings, objects, and events thus far.”
Stars. That was a lot of competition for his heart.
But he had two hands. She touched his fingers. “Would your love for me be represented by your other fist?”
Was she equal to all those other things?
That level of caring would be enough for her.
“It wouldn’t be represented by my other fist.” He dashed that hope.
“Oh.” Her shoulders slumped.
“My love for you is much larger than that, Princess.” His voice softened.
Her gaze returned to his. “Is it larger?”
“It is much larger.” Truth nodded. “My left fist, the rest of my body, the whole of the universe, the planets, the stars, the vast expanse of space wouldn’t be enough to represent how much I adore you.”
Nancy stared at him.
His lips were flat. His expression was earnest.
Her cyborg loved her as she loved him, with everything she had.
“I’m not the spare.” She was no longer a stand-in for another being. A smile curved her lips. “Not with you.”
Because he loved her. He truly loved her. She would be spending an almost unlimited future with a male who cared for her, who made her laugh, who touched her with an unequaled passion.
“You were never the spare, Nancy.” Truth’s eyes glowed. “There was always only you for me. I merely hadn’t met you yet.”
Their relationship had been destined. She was meant to align with him, to be in his arms.
Nancy ran her hands up and down, up and down her cyborg’s cock, reveling in the act, in that physical manifestation of their love. “I love you also.”
His cock twitched. “I’m honored by that.” He flattened his fingers, stretched his arms upward once more. “I strive to be extremely lovable.” He grinned at her.
She smiled back at him. “You are extremely lovable.” She couldn’t deny that. He had joked and teased his way into her heart, and she hadn’t been able to resist him.
As she worked his cock with her hands, she edged closer and closer to him until her pussy lips pushed against his base. He throbbed with energy, radiated heat, was unrelentingly hard and thrillingly thick.
Wanting, needing that big cock of his inside her, she rose above him, positioned his tip at her entrance, aligning them. “I’m taking my extremely lovable cyborg.”
Locking her gaze with his, she slowly sank down on him, savoring the way he stretched her tight, relishing the fullness, the connection, the slide of his flesh inside hers. The carnal bond reinforced their emotional link, tying them together.
Her pussy lips flattened against him, and she exhaled heavily, half closing her eyes, overwhelmed by the sensations. Breeding with him felt so good, so right. She had grown to crave that intimate touch, that joining of their souls.
“You’ve taken me, beautiful.” Her cyborg’s jaw was clenched. His eyes gleamed.
“I plan to take you again and