wrapped around her. His chest flattened her breasts. His cock was in her pussy.
She lay still with her eyes closed, relishing the connection with her cyborg, his warmth, the firmness of his form, the tightness of his hold on her. He had banished her loneliness, had toppled the walls she’d erected around her heart.
Happiness settled upon her, bubbling within her soul. She loved him. He loved her. They would be traveling to his Homeland. Her makeshift family would accompany them. There would be adventure and caring and laughter.
There was always laughter with her warrior.
“Feigning sleep is futile, Princess.” He smacked his lips against her forehead. “I monitor your status, process when you return to consciousness.” His tone was teasing.
She met his gaze. “Keep that information to yourself, cyborg.” She rocked into him, taking him slowly, leisurely, allowing their passion to build. “Unless you want to start dressing for next shift’s event right now.”
These might be the last moments they spend alone this planet rotation. She gripped his shoulders and moved faster.
“We should speed up our breeding.” He flipped her onto her back. “I don’t mind giving beings a show.” His grin was positively wicked. “But there’s an 83.6939 percent probability our activities will be recorded, and that would shock some of your subjects.”
That would shock all her subjects. She was their princess. They hadn’t ever seen her without her gloves, and she was currently completely naked, her bare skin pressed against her cyborg’s hard form.
“An interruption would end our encounter.” She curved her fingers over his nape, pulled his face closer to her. “Ravish me quickly.” She captured his lips, moaning with satisfaction as he opened to her.
His nanocybotics rushed into her mouth, meshing with his earlier giftings of that part of himself. She drifted her hands lower. His pecs and abs twitched under her touch.
A rumble rose in his chest. Her cyborg clasped her shoulders and thrust hard, shaking her form with the ferocity of his breeding, filling her again and again.
Their tongues twined and tangled as he pistoned in and out of her. Their bodies crashed together and fell apart. Heat radiated from all points of contact.
His chest beat her breasts, smacking her nipples. He was unrelenting frame and hot skin and rippling muscles, and she reveled in his sweet abuse, in the rush of desire flowing over them.
Nancy lifted into him, feeling as wild and as free as he was. With Truth, there were no concerns about protocol, about presenting the right image. He accepted her as she was, with all her faults, her peculiarities, her turbulent emotions.
Sweat coursed between her breasts, along her hips, slicking the sensual glide of skin over skin. She panted into his mouth, that desperate sound captured, heard only in her soul. The male she loved, the being she’d chosen above all else, above everyone else, pounded his big cock into her pussy, making her his, reinforcing his claim on her body.
Her ass slapped against the sleeping support, that sound adding to their percussion of breeding. Energy lit his eyes, making them glow brighter than a falling meteor in Royaume’s rest-cycle-darkened sky. All that fervor was for her. She inspired that level of lust in her cyborg.
He loved many things, but he loved her the most, and looking up at his handsome face, she didn’t doubt that. That truth was written on his countenance, in the clench of his jaw, was exhibited by his attention on her and only her.
She wasn’t the spare. She was his primary focus now and forever.
That honor had been awarded to her the moment they met. She realized that now. Upon closer study of his past words and actions, she spotted the signs she had initially missed, saw the proof of his devotion. Truth might have been seeking adventure, but he had sought those thrills with her.
Her cyborg continued to choose her. He made her feel wanted with every teasing word, every playful wink, every brush of his rough hands.
And he was quickly pushing her toward release. She didn’t fight it, allowing herself to be swept away by the force of his adoration, propelling them faster toward that titillating conclusion by lifting into his thrusts and bouncing her heels off his ass cheeks.
His lips, crushed against hers, stretched into a wide grin, forcing her to smile also. The joy in his expression echoed in her heart, snapped the remaining strands of her control.
Her passion sprang free, unrestricted by any confines, and her body responded, her inner walls