Free C791 (Cyborgs: More Than Machines) by Eve Langlais Page A

but she seemed to welcome his passionate response, her embrace back just as fierce — and hungry.
    Conscious of her more delicate frame, he laid her gently on the bed and nudged her thighs apart before covering her with his body, most of his weight supported on his forearms. The tip of his cock immediately pressed against her sex, and he teased himself a moment longer, rubbing the head of it against her moist core, lubing his shaft so as to not hurt her when he penetrated her tightness.
    “What are you waiting for?” she panted in between kisses.
    “I am preparing you for penetration,” he replied as he again slid his cock across her wet sex, fighting the temptation to just sink into her without more preparation.
    “I’m ready now.” Her hips arched up, sheathing the tip of him, and with that simple gesture, his senses went haywire and he lost all control. He plunged into her heat, his rigid flesh sliding into her wet channel, which still quivered with the remnants of her orgasm. And by all the circuits in his brain, it felt incredible.
    In and out he thrust, her pussy suctioning his cock, her legs wrapped around his shanks, her encouraging cries a music like no other. Her fingers dug into his shoulders as he pumped her, and when he took a moment to look at her, he finally understood the definition of perfection. What else could he call it when she opened her eyes at the same moment, eyes glazed with passion and need, lips parted for her cries of pleasure, her cheeks flushed with passion…for him. And then she came with a sharp cry, her channel convulsing around his prick, milking him hard until he could hold back no more. He bellowed as he jetted his cream into her welcoming sheath. His hips arched one last time and then froze, his dick buried deep in the pulsing heaven of her pussy.
    As he panted, his mental faculties scrambled, his body actually sweating and glowing with more pleasure than he’d ever thought could exist, he couldn’t help thinking, those stupid monks don’t know what they’re missing.
    A joyous chuckle escaped him that turned into full-blown laughter as her lips tightened and she glared at him.
    “What’s so funny?”
    “Would you believe I was just pitying those of my brethren who think they aren’t missing anything by abstaining from sex?”
    Her brow creased. “I don’t get it.”
    He kissed the tip of her nose before rolling to his side. “It just means that I am most pleased with my decision to bring you with me, little one.”
    Rolling onto her side, she smiled as if pleased with his words then turned pale. She gasped, her eyes trained on his body. “Oh no. You’re hurt!”
    He craned his head to peer at his body. “It’s nothing.”
    “Nothing? You have holes in your body.”
    “I was unable to avoid all the missiles during the escape.”
    “Obviously,” she retorted. “But why didn’t you say something in the shower? How could you have sex with me? You need someone to look at those. Or at the least bandage them.”
    “Have you forgotten? I heal quickly.”
    “But doesn’t it hurt?” Her green eyes rose to meet his, the concern in them making him lift a hand to brush the softness of her cheek.
    “We are programmed to ignore pain and other discomforts, little one.”
    “Chloe.”
    “Hmm?” he murmured as he lay on his back, entranced by the view of her as she propped herself up on an elbow, her messy, wet hair clinging to the tops of her breasts.
    “My name is Chloe.”
    “I know,” he replied, his tone a touch smug.
    “Oh. I didn’t realize I’d told you.”
    “You didn’t. I found it on my own.”
    “Don’t you want to tell something now?” She arched a brow at him expectantly.
    “Such as?”
    “Your name.”
    “Why do you wish to know it?”
    His casual query saw her sitting straight up. She glared down at him. “Because we just slept together.”
    “I wouldn’t call that sleeping.”
    “Now you’re being deliberately obtuse, just like a