Testing Truth (Cyborg Space Exploration #6) - Cynthia Sax Page 0,60

dress all the warriors on the Reckless in pink.” Truth covered his princess’ upturned lips with his, tasting her joy, her passion, her love.

They were flying toward a new home, a new adventure. Excitement and lust coursed through him.

“I’m dirty.” She laid her head back, tilting her chin toward the ceiling.

“I can’t have a dirty princess.” He mouthed over her neck.

She sighed. “I want you…”

He glanced at her delicate countenance.

Her eyes were closed. He sighed. It had been a long planet rotation.

They’d landed on her home planet, confronted her queen and king, had bred in her royal chambers, had paraded through the pathways.

His princess was human, didn’t have his high energy levels, and she was exhausted.

“Sleep, my female.” He pressed his lips against her forehead. “I’ll tidy you.” He’d told Marthe he’d do that. “And when you wake, we’ll breed.”

“Promise?” Her voice was adorably drowsy.

“You have my word.” He located a cleaning cloth, snapped it to refresh it, glided the fabric square over her skin, savoring the dips and swells of her form.

“I love you, Truth.” Those words were lightly spoken yet pierced his metal frame.

His female loved him.

He would never tire of hearing that.

Their physical connection, her yearning for his touch, was due to genetics. She had been fabricated for him. He had been fabricated for her.

Their lust was a certainty. Her love was a gift, unexpected and rare and precious. He cherished it more than anything he had ever been granted.

That was a truth he wouldn’t joke about.

He snapped the fabric square, ran it between her breasts. His princess, the exquisite being before him, was his to protect, to please. He had been granted the great honor of making her smile with joy, giggle with happiness, moan with passion.

No other being would touch her like this. He explored every section of his female’s body, removing the sweat, the grime, the other scents, wanting her to smell only of herself…and of him.

She belonged to him. Forever.

And she loved him.

He pulled the fasteners out of her hair. Those long brown locks flowed over her shoulders, fell between his fingers, streams of softness without an equal anywhere.

Truth gazed at her with wonder, conscious of the treasure he had been given.

There was the public princess, the confident, soft-spoken female with the serene smile.

And there was his princess, the female who lay naked before him, her lips slightly parted, her hair down, and her countenance unguarded. His princess, when she was awake, teased and laughed, threw daggers at enemies, and protected his back. She bred with him with wild abandon, curled next to him during the darkness of the rest cycle, gave him direction when he most needed it.

With his female, colors were brighter, details were heightened, the possibilities for excitement were compounded, every moment amplified. He lived as he had never lived, laughed louder, felt more.

That was all due to her.

He bent over her, kissed one of her shoulders. “I love you too, Princess Nanette of the planet Royaume.”

She murmured words he with his enhanced auditory system couldn’t decipher and snuggled closer to him, seeking his touch even in her sleep.

Truth set the cleaning cloth on the nearby horizontal support and pulled his female into his arms. He wanted her. His cock was as hard as gun’s barrel. And patience wasn’t a skill set he’d mastered.

But for her, he would wait for an eternity.

He brushed his lips across her forehead, folded his big form around hers, and held his Princess while she restored her energy levels.

Chapter Sixteen

Warmth engulfed Nancy. Truth’s breath wafted on her skin. His arms were strapped around her. His chest was pressed against her back.

For several moments, she didn’t move, didn’t open her eyes. She inhaled and exhaled, inhaled and exhaled, savoring the connection between them, relishing the knowledge she was no longer alone.

Her cyborg was holding her, would remain by her side forever.

His form shifted against hers. Something very large and very hard brushed against her thigh. “I process you’re awake, Princess.” He sounded amused.

She looked upward and blinked.

His handsome face was a mere finger length away from hers. His brilliant blue eyes gleamed with mischief. “I made you a vow before you fell asleep.”

He promised to breed with her.

Her nipples grew taut. “You’re an honorable cyborg.” Her voice was husky. “You have to keep that vow.”

“I must keep my vow.” He tumbled with her on the sleeping support, laughing as they rolled. The back of her head was cradled in one of his big hands. He protected