Free Cyborg by Kaitlyn O'Connor

settled over one erect, throbbing nipple. Her mind and body melted as the fire of desire engulfed her. Weakly, she wrapped her arms and legs around him, clinging as he moved against her, caressed her with his mouth and tongue, scorched her skin with the heat and touch of his hands as they moved restlessly along her body, exploring her, giving pleasure that left her dizzy and disoriented.
    Her body quickened. Moisture gathered in her sex. The walls of that nether throat trembled with want, quaked in supplication of his possession.
    Tightening her grip on him, she arched against him.
    He seemed to know what she needed. Shifting, he aligned their bodies so that her cleft enveloped his shaft. The fabric that separated them chafed her as he pressed against her, frustrated her, but she moved eagerly against him as keen pleasure stabbed through her from the rough caress of his cock against her clit, along her cleft. It teased her as much as it pleased her, fed her desire, frustrated her body’s attempts to reach culmination.
    When he lifted his head at last and gazed into her eyes, she saw her own tumultuous desire reflected there, saw that his need matched her own. She lifted her lips, brushed them along the hard ridge of his jaw.
    He drew in a ragged breath, tipped his head to brush his lips along the sensitive surface of her own.
    Fire poured into her, anticipation like acid in her veins. Her mouth watered to taste him, tingled with the need to feel the rough caress of his tongue.
    When he pulled back suddenly, lifting his head in alertness, Amaryllis felt a stab of both surprise and disappointment. Then she heard the sound, as well.
    Fear smothered the flames of desire so abruptly it made her dizzy, faintly nauseous.
    Rigid now with the possibility of danger, Dante allowed her to slide slowly down until her feet touched the floor. There was warning in his eyes as he jerked his head in the direction of his cabin, but it wasn’t necessary. As shaky as she was, Amaryllis fled for the door on tiptoe the moment Dante released her. Shutting off the shower, he followed her out.
    Neither of them said anything as they dried off quickly and quietly.
    Dante’s uniform was dripping wet. It clung to every beautiful inch of his well honed body. As much as she would’ve liked to watch him undress, to see the body she’d only imagined thus far, Amaryllis was also embarrassed by her lack of control and the dangerously stupid error in judgment that had almost gotten them caught. She turned her back to him, pulling her own garments on jerkily as he peeled the wet suit from his body and tossed it aside.
    Behind her, she heard the rustle of cloth as he quickly dried his body, heard him step to the locker and remove a change of clothing. She didn’t dare look at him, afraid of what she might see in his eyes.
    Instead, shivering with reaction, she settled weakly on the floor across from him once she’d dressed, listening to the movements in the cabin adjoining Dante’s.
    After a time, they heard the door to the corridor open and close again, and then footsteps that diminished into the distance.
    Amaryllis licked her dried lips. “What would happen if we were caught?” she whispered.
    Dante looked at her for a long moment. “Cyborg or not, that’s not something I’m particularly anxious to discover,” he said finally.

Chapter Seven
    Amaryllis gaped at him, realizing for the first time that she was playing Russian roulette with his life, not just her own.
    It made her feel ten times worse.
    There was no point in trying to resurrect the wall she’d built over the years to enable her to do her job and still sleep at night. Dante might have been created in a lab, but he was no ‘mere’ machine.
    The truth, as hard as it was to accept, was that he was probably no more machine than she was. She’d been born to parents, but so defective fully half her body was robotic. Defective internal organs had been replaced with healthy bio-engineered