Testing Truth (Cyborg Space Exploration #6) - Cynthia Sax Page 0,61
her while they played.
The only risk she faced was the danger of being ravished, and she yearned for that to happen. Nancy wrapped her legs around her cyborg’s waist. Her pussy lips enveloped his shaft. She moaned, the contact bringing her bliss.
His eyes glowed brighter. “Is this done, my princess?” He braced himself above her.
“It must be done, cyborg.” She clung to his shoulders, hanging from his fit physique. Her ass didn’t touch the sleeping support. “You’re doing it.”
His mirth echoed in the chamber. “We make our own protocol, you and I.”
“We are royalty.” She smiled up at him. “We do whatever we wish…and, in this moment, I wish for you to breed with me.”
His cock twitched against her flesh. “I love it when you issue commands.”
She loved everything about him. “Here are two more commands.” Nancy met his gaze, allowing her need, her yearning for him to show. “Stop joking and fuck the sparkles off me.”
His chest shook with what she suspected was suppressed laughter. “Yes, my princess.” He lowered his head and captured her lips, becoming more serious about his seduction.
She sighed into his mouth. This was what she wanted, she craved—more contact, more him. She threaded her fingers through her cyborg’s hair, curved her palms over his scalp. Having secured him to her, she parted her lips.
Their tongues met, twining, tangling. She stroked him, taking the lead in their embrace, unable to wait. Her passion was building, and she fed it with touch, with his nanocybotics, with him.
He rumbled, that deep, primitive sound exciting her. She undulated, rubbing against him, branding the length of his shaft with her pussy juices.
His body was her claimed terrain, was the Princess of Royaume’s territory, and she wanted to stamp her ownership all over his form, ensure the universe knew he belonged to her.
He might not love her, not as she loved him. Her cyborg claimed to love everything—fighting, adventure, his brethren, beings he had met that same planet rotation. She wasn’t certain where she ranked on the long list of things and beings he adored.
But he was hers. They were bound together, would be physically linked…if he ever filled her with his big cock.
Mercy. She needed him.
Now.
Clutching at him, she sought to hasten the encounter, but her cyborg wouldn’t be rushed. He was savoring, worshipping, adoring her.
Her desperation, her frantic longing for him, made that a delectable torment. She yearned to be vanquished, to be fucked hard and fast.
Nancy wiggled, trying to align her empty entrance with the tip of his cock.
“Patience.” He chuckled, drawing back from her.
That was the wrong direction.
“You rush everywhere, cyborg, and now you decide to take it slowly?” She pulled on his shoulders, needing him nearer, not farther from her. “Either breed with me now or roll onto your back and allow me to breed with you.”
His eyes flashed with energy. “That might be fun.”
Without another word of warning, he flipped his big body over, moving at cyborg speed, taking her with him. She yelped. For one soul-stripping heartbeat, she thought she would fly across the chamber, smack her face against the wall.
But her protective prince would never harm her in that or any other way. He caught her, pulled her back, held her in the air above him. His biceps bulged yet his arms were steady.
“Set me down, you fool.” She swatted his chest as she struggled to stifle her amusement, barely succeeding in that task. His antics appealed to the sense of humor she showed few other beings.
“I’m setting you down on me, my princess.” Her cyborg slowly lowered her.
She sat on his upper thighs, her legs spread, her feet planted by his sides. His rigid cock was positioned before her, an offering she couldn’t resist. She curled her fingers around his base, her grip on him tight. The veins in his shaft pulsed under her palms. He was strong, warm, gloriously alive.
“This is mine now.” She met his gaze. “I’m laying claim to it.”
“My entire body is yours.” Truth stretched his arms above his head. The movement caused his abs to ripple. “Lay claim to me. Take me. Do with me as you wish.”
“And if I want more than your body?” She stroked his length, celebrating the feel of him. “If I want your heart, your soul, all of you, would you give me the same answer?”
“No, I wouldn’t give you the same answer.” His tone was solemn.
He wouldn’t give her the same answer because he didn’t love her.