wet pussy touched his bare skin and he shuddered, his wanting carving him into pieces. He yearned to take her hard and fast, to pound into her with everything he had.
But she was damaged. “Be still.” He pressed her against the wall, stopping her movements, and he ruthlessly contained his lust, setting perimeters around their breeding, putting his machine in charge. “I fuck you.” He utilized her word for it. “You don’t fuck me.”
Her pussy juices dripped down his form. “I’m yours to fuck.” A need matching his darkened her big brown eyes.
“You are mine.” He brushed his lips over hers, rewarding her for her submission. “You won’t exert yourself. This time.” They would breed more vigorously later, when she was whole once more.
“This time.” The smile she gave him strained his systems. She was so fraggin’ beautiful.
And she belonged to him.
He positioned himself at her entrance and pushed inside his female. She was decadently snug, embracing his shaft. Heat rushed along his length. He sank deeper and deeper into her.
The bliss was extreme. He groaned, unable to stay silent.
That sound was echoed by Illona. Her lips parted. Her head tilted back.
She was gorgeous. His base touched her pussy lips and he paused, gazing at her.
He didn’t trust her. Not 100.0000 percent. Doubts remained around her motivation, about why she was helping him. The past five hundred and fifty-eight planet rotations of torture weren’t erased from his databases.
But he admired her beauty, her strength, her passion. She belonged to him now. It was his cock inside her tight pussy. He reveled in that realization.
“I missed this.” She met his gaze. Specks of gold shone in her brown eyes. “I missed the connection with another being, with you.”
Malice grunted, rocked into her, holding back his wanting, his need. He had missed her also, missed the physical contact, her chatter, her warmth. She had become part of him.
He couldn’t kill her. That would damage him.
His choices were to leave her in the lab when he escaped or capture her, bring her with them. More inputs were required for that decision. He advanced and retreated, advanced and retreated. The feel of her around his shaft was exquisite.
Her nipples brushed against his chest, the most tantalizing of caresses. Her hips hitched. She smacked her heels against his ass.
Her responses excited him, threatened to dissolve his restraint. “Stay still.” He growled at her. “Your damage isn’t fully repaired.”
Her spine straightened. Her pussy grew wetter. “I’m a medic.” She muttered that reply. “I know how much I can take.”
“You will take what I give you.” He drove into her with a bit more fervor. “And you aren’t a medic in this moment.” Her white jacket was on the floor, not hanging from her slender shoulders. “You’re mine and you will follow my orders.”
Her eyes widened slightly. Her grip on his shoulders intensified. “I’m not scared of dying.”
“Death won’t be the reprimand.” He glowered at her, not liking how casually she treated that possible fate. “You should be scared of me.”
“Stars, yes.” Her inner walls rippled over him. For some illogical reason, his threat aroused her.
That aroused him. He huffed, taking her again and again. Her scent swirled around him, teasing his nostrils, inflaming his desire. She panted, those breathy little sounds tugging on his cock. The softness of her skin, the slight swell of her curves, was decadent.
He captured her lips, tasting her sweetness. She sucked on his tongue, drawing that part of him inside her also.
Fraggin’ hole. He was losing himself in her, and he no longer cared about consequences of that action. All he processed was her, her mouth, her form, her hold on him.
He ravished his female against the wall, careful not to aggravate her damage, thrusting into her with a jaw-clenching moderation. She clasped his nape, splaying her fingers around the remote access chip. Their tongues tumbled, twined. Their forms slapped together.
Pressure built at the base of his simulated spine. Release quickly approached, and he didn’t fight it. His fragile human required his nanocybotics. They had the entire rest cycle to spend with each other, could breed multiple times. He would savor her more thoroughly, give her satisfaction once he’d repaired her.
“Malice, yes.” She clutched him to her. “Yes, Malice.”
Hearing his name on her lips made him wild. He mouthed over her chin, along her neck, sucking, nipping, adoring her, branding her brown skin with his nanocybotics. A hurting sound originated in her throat. Her pussy closed around him, escalating his need.
Passion