spot with his hard tip. His body trembled and he plunged forward. He stopped and jerked his hips in frenetic succession.
She screamed. Her body seized. She thrashed, unable to cope with the sensations taking over her. Her orgasm ripped, her joints simultaneously locking and giving way.
He rolled his hips.
Another scream burst forth; another ripple of pleasure surged through her.
The heat—Alexa gasped, losing her mind, fighting his hold on her hands. The heat was too much.
“Hysterian!” she cried, tearing her hands from his, dropping her legs from around him mid-orgasm.
He released her, but instead of allowing her to leave, his arms came around her back, lifting her body to straddle him, forcing her to sink down on the entirety of his length. She squirmed and clenched. Her core pulsed with devastating pleasure, and she buckled. Alexa pushed at his chest, trying hard not to faint.
“Hysterian, please,” she rasped.
His hands dropped away from her. “What’s wrong?”
She tore off him, rushing to the bathroom. She shut the door and she sank to the ground. Her vision wavered.
“Alexa, what’s wrong?” Hysterian demanded, his voice muffled but clear through the door.
The panel slid open.
She put her hands on it, keeping it from fully opening. “Nothing,” she wheezed. “I just need,” she gasped again, “to use the bathroom.”
He released the door and she shoved it closed, her sex pulsing wildly the entire time. Her thighs slipped against each other as she moved.
“I know a lie when I fucking hear one, Dear,” he warned. “You and I are going to have a nice long talk when you’re done, Alexa.”
Without responding, she crawled to the shower and turned the water on. She was focused on one thing, and one thing only: cooling down before she fainted.
She couldn’t be taken to medical.
She didn’t want to die.
With the last of her strength, Alexa entered the unit and curled up on the stall floor. The shock of cold water was heaven on her flesh. Growing accustomed to the light, she lapped at the water pooling on the floor, hydrating herself like an animal. When her head cleared, she ran her fingers over the flushed skin of her arms.
Even under freezing water, it took much longer than necessary for her to cool off, but she wasn’t willing to leave until the redness from her skin was gone. She’d already risked enough.
Does he still smell my blood?
Alexa pushed to her feet. She brushed out her hair with her fingers. Glancing around the stall, she discovered it devoid of any toiletries. Not even soap.
She spread her legs and peered down, feeling her sex. The only burn that remained was the one between her thighs. The blood was gone. She rinsed her hand and pressed her palm to the stall door and opened it.
Finding the bathroom empty, Alexa released a relieved sigh. Hysterian hadn’t snuck in while she was focused elsewhere.
“Alexa,” his voice rumbled from outside the bathroom. “You’re making me worry. Don’t make me worry. I don’t fucking like worrying.”
She was nervous to face him, but she couldn’t stay. She’d already been in his bathroom for much longer than she could easily explain away, shower included.
“I’m,” she paused, “coming.” Alexa flinched, knowing how that sounded.
She found a towel and dried herself, soon realizing she didn’t have any clothes. Now that she had time to calm down, the last person she wanted to face was Hysterian—especially naked.
She scrubbed her face. Exhaustion hit her hard, and she wondered what time it was.
She padded to Hysterian’s folded suit. A top of his suit was a pair of her underwear. She paused, uncertain how they got there or why they were there at all. He’d moved her things into his room. Had he…left them in here for her?
She snatched the underwear, checked if they were clean, and tugged them once she confirmed they were. Of all the strange occurrences lately, she didn’t question it. He could have stolen them. Even if he had, it wouldn’t have changed anything.
She wrapped her towel around her body and headed for the door, pausing once more.
Why was she so nervous to face him? He’d just taken her virginity, he’d just touched her in her most private area, and she’d given herself to him knowing all that he’d done.
I let him see a side of me no one else ever has. That was significant, wasn’t it? He hadn’t commented on her scars. The one’s hidden on her thighs where she used to cut.
He was the same man—Cyborg—as he was before. Just because they