Containing Malice (Rebel Cyborgs #1) - Cynthia Sax Page 0,31

little medic’s upturned lips, sampling her joy.

It tasted like forgiveness.

Chapter Nine

Three mind-numbing fucks later, they had moved their sensuous antics to the sleeping support. Illona cradled her big cyborg between her thighs and undulated under him, caressing the male with her entire form, craving more, more, more physical bonding, more emotional connection. Desire coiled around her chest, squeezing down on her. Every breath was a struggle, and that thrilled her.

She was fully healed, and Malice showed her no mercy, taking her with an exciting fervor, ravishing her senseless, quieting her concerns, her fears, the torment of her grief. They crashed together and came apart again and again.

Heat radiated from her breasts, her hips, all other points of contact. She lifted into each of his drives forward, meeting him midway, pushing both of them closer to the edge of release.

This fuck and the fucks before this were gifts. She hadn’t expected to see him, talk with him, touch him again. As she threw herself against him, she was acutely aware the Humanoid Alliance could uncover her plotting at any time, could end her lifespan with a press of a button.

There was no future, not for her. There was only now, and she would embrace the moment with everything she had.

“Harder.” She clutched his shoulders, moving into him. “Deeper.”

Malice growled and complied. The sleeping support rocked with the vigor of his thrusts. Her ass smacked against its surface. He stuffed her with hard cock and then retreated. Sweat streamed between her breasts. Pain twisted around her pleasure, escalating it.

But she wouldn’t come. Not yet. She wanted to make this fuck last, to linger in—

Her cyborg drove deep and swiveled his hips, grinding against her clit, shattering every intention she had. She screamed his name, clenched around his cock, bliss hitting her with a breath-catching ferocity.

“Illona.” He roared her name, pushed even farther into her, dragging her ass across the sleeping support. Hot cum splattered against her inner walls. His nanocybotics resembled millions of fingers stroking her all over.

She screamed louder, came again and again and again, squeezing his shaft and releasing, coaxing every decadent drop from him. Her body, legs, arms gyrated. She dug her fingernails into his shoulders, seeking something—him—to hold onto, to tie her to the universe.

Her warrior pinned her to sleeping support, captured her between his arms, his legs. She was surrounded by muscle, by him, and she reveled in that. His eyes were dark. His lips were set in a grim white line. But she felt his satisfaction. It flowed through her, tightening the link between them, an endless loop of succulent sensation.

Her euphoria dropped to levels she could manage.

Malice’s eyes brightened. He shuddered once, twice, and rolled, taking her with him.

She draped over his form, drained, sated, drowsy with fulfillment. “Fuck.” They were great together, lighting up the chamber with their passion.

He grunted his agreement, rested his big palms on her ass and his chin on top of her head. His chest rose and fell under her. She was wrapped up in him, in his muscle, his care.

The cuddling after their encounters was new. As was the tenderness of their first fuck.

The message that sent warmed her. Her cyborg might not trust her. She doubted that would ever happen. But he no longer hated her.

Her lips lifted into a small smile. She would die happier, knowing that.

Die.

She tilted her head back, gazed at the stretch of gray skin underneath his chin. “I should remove your explosive now.” She wasn’t the only being in danger. The Humanoid Alliance could end his lifespan at any time also.

“It can wait.” Malice’s voice was a low rumble. His grip on her ass tightened.

“No, it can’t wait.” She reluctantly wriggled out of his hold and padded across the chamber. The tiles were cool against the soles of her feet. She retrieved a cleaning cloth, her grippers, and her laser scalpel from her jacket. “This is unlocked also.”

The laser scalpel would be left with her warrior, giving him another weapon to wield. That might help him and Valor during their escape.

She no longer needed it. Dead medics didn’t require laser scalpels.

Illona returned to her cyborg’s side, placed the grippers and the cleaning cloth on the sleeping support. Her fingers curled around the laser scalpel.

Malice held out his hand. “I’ll remove your explosive first.”

“I don’t need to have my explosive removed.” If the Humanoid Alliance didn’t kill her that way, they would find another way to accomplish that goal.

Her cyborg narrowed his eyes at