brain, banishing her concerns for her patients, her unease over the decisions facing them, her uncertainty surrounding their future.
All she knew was him and them, their passion and her wanting. It gripped her, made her wild for him, needy for more contact, for more of his skin against hers. She wrapped her legs around his waist.
Her pussy lips touched his rigid shaft and they both moaned, that sound muffled yet felt deep in her core. Her cyborg moved against her. His chest brushed over her breasts, teasing her nipples. The length of him slid along the length of her. She slicked him with her wetness, her scent.
He was hers as she was his. She wanted the universe to know that. They fucked without entry. She focused on pleasing her cyborg, undulating against him, seeking to bring him bliss with her entire form. And her powerful male retaliated, giving her the all-out sensual assault she craved. He mouthed over her chin, dragged his lips over her neck, made her frenzied with his touching.
The link between them was strong. It snapped with vitality, hummed with energy.
They might be two very different beings. He was a cyborg warrior, fabricated to end lifespans. She was a human medic, intent on saving others. Yet they understood and valued each other.
Their love was strong and healthy and lasting. Their paths were now one.
And stars, she was enjoying that path. Malice nipped at her skin, and her toes curled in her boots.
She panted. Sweat lifted on her form. Passion coiled around her.
The wall was hard against her back. Her male was more unrelenting in front of her. She couldn’t escape him if she wanted to.
She didn’t desire her freedom. Her goal was the opposite. She wanted to be more thoroughly owned by her warrior. He ravished her faster, with more fervor. His rim grazed her clit with each upward stroke. Her need for him was spiraling upward at a breathtaking rate.
Yet it wasn’t enough because she didn’t want to come without him. “Take me, Malice.” She arched against his form. “Fill me with your cock, with your essence, with you.”
“This will be rough.” He stopped and lifted his head, looked at her.
She smiled back at him. “I love it rough.” It appealed to her…greatly. “I love you, C Model. Make me hurt for planet rotations…as only you can.”
“As only I will.” He brought his face closer to hers. His eyes glowed, their brightness enthralling her. “No one will damage you except me. I’ll kill anyone who touches you.”
“And I’ll kill anyone who touches you.” She kissed him hard and fast.
“I would never ask you to end a lifespan, my little medic.” His grimly set lips lifted into a small smile. “I’ll kill that being.”
“You can kill the being.” She shrugged. He was the warrior. “But I will authorize that killing.” That wasn’t very medic-like of her, but it was her reality. “Are you going to fuck me now, or will we be chattering all planet rotation?” She pushed against him, unable to suppress her need. “You promised me rough, cyborg.”
“That was a warning, not a promise, human.” He drew his hips back.
His cock head bumped against her once, twice, three times as he positioned himself correctly at her entrance. She gritted her teeth, suspecting he did that deliberately to tease her. They had fucked numerous times and he was half machine, was precise in all things. The male knew where her pussy hole was located.
She opened her mouth to tell him that.
He drove into her, filling her with his hard, huge cock. She screamed, the sound pulled from her throat. Stars. She would never get accustomed to this—him reshaping her body, the tightness of connection, the closeness with another being, the extreme pleasure a little pain could give her.
Her cyborg, having relayed his warning, as he called it, was now intent on delivering on it. He pulled back and thrust forward, pulled back, thrust forward. His pace was fast. His invasion was forceful. His hips slammed against hers. Her ass slapped against the wall. Heat radiated over her.
She, being his match, smacked her boot-covered heels against his clenched ass. “More. Harder. Faster.” She asked for things she realized she might not be able to handle, recklessly throwing herself into the wild fuck.
He grunted and complied, taking her so intensely the air whooshed from her lungs. His chest flattened her breasts with each advance.
She was being owned by a cyborg, her cyborg. That impact was stamped over her