His little medic would weigh her decision about their future carefully. He processed that now. Because that was who she was, and because she cared about him, about Valor, wanted them to be happy also.
“You’re not leaving me…because you love me.” Her smile brightened her beautiful face.
“I love you and I’m never leaving you.” His systems threatened to malfunction. His desire for her escalated, overriding everything else. “Frag. We’ve chattered enough for one shift.” He pinned her in place with his hips and tugged on his body armor. “I have to breed with you. Now.”
Chapter Seventeen
Her cyborg loved her.
Illona stared at Malice as she grappled with that wondrous revelation.
He ripped the body armor from his fit form, his zeal making her smile. Her warrior’s focus was now on fucking—breeding, as he called it. Having stated his stance regarding their relationship, he considered the matter to be settled.
Her answer was his answer. That statement from him had brought tears to her eyes.
Her always-seeking-to-be-in-control male was relaying the most important decision they currently faced, a choice that would decide their future, to her.
Because he loved her. And he trusted her.
She slid her palms up his chest, over his arms, marveling at his flat pecs, his bulging biceps. All that strength was hers. His muscles rippled under her touch.
His movements became more frenzied. He jostled her, removing the rest of his protective garment, stripping faster than her human gaze could follow.
“I love you too, Malice.” She bracketed his handsome face with her hands, awed that he was hers.
“You feel the human love emotion for me?” He met her gaze, lifted his eyebrows.
She nodded. “I feel the human love emotion for you.” She would have walked away from him, from her own happiness, and asked to be transported to a non-cyborg planet merely to ensure he was accepted by his brethren.
“Fraggin’ hole.” Malice’s eyes flashed with bolts of energy, his reaction thrilling her. “We need to breed.”
His control was strained. She heard that in his voice, saw that in his face. His entire form vibrated with need. His hard cock pressed against her cloth-covered mons.
Yet he carefully nudged her white jacket off her shoulders. That symbol of her medic role fell to the floor with a thud, weighted down by the items in her pockets.
He gripped the lapels of her flight suit. “You don’t have other garments and you’re human. You prefer to be clothed.” He said that as though he was reminding himself of those truths.
She did prefer to be clothed, but her jacket was intact, and she was paired with a primitive, action-oriented cyborg who had spent most of the time they’d shared together naked. Being bare was something she should become used to.
Because they would be together. Forever. He was never leaving her, as he’d barked at her…multiple times.
And she liked it when he released his savage nature. Her pussy dripped. That turned her on.
“Shred it.” She gave him permission to do what he wanted…with her garments, with her. “Tear my flight suit to pieces, cyborg.”
“Yes.” He pulled hard, destroying the garment in mere heartbeats, the sound of ripping fabric loud in the small chamber.
Cool air swept over Illona’s heated skin as her warrior rendered her naked. Her nipples grew taut.
“You’re mine, female.” Her cyborg’s eyes blazed with satisfaction.
“I’m yours.” She had always been his.
A growl originated deep in his chest, rolled up his throat, growing louder and louder as it progressed. He burst into motion, surging forward, covering her lips with his, claiming her mouth.
She parted for him eagerly, letting him inside her, surrendering with glee to his dominance. A wave of nanocybotics washed over her, bubbling and fizzing, caressing her all over, from the top of her head to the tips of her boot-covered toes.
Her cyborg thrust vigorously into her, fucking her with his tongue. She clasped his shoulders and tilted her head back, capitulating to his unspoken demands. Their lips ground together, the pain fusing with her pleasure.
She reveled in his harsh use of her, sucking on his flesh. His ferocity overpowered the thoughts swirling around her 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.”