“You don’t know what you’re doing.” He squeezed her hands. “This can’t happen.”
“Why?”
The world roared around them.
“I’m a machine first, babe,” each word was a hush, “a snake second, and a man third. I have the desires of my organic counterparts and because of that, I don’t trust myself to keep you safe in my arms.”
She smiled. “Stryker, you underestimate me. Tonight, I’ll keep us safe.”I love you. I fell in love with you. On death’s door, and I fell.Norah wanted to tell him and let the pressure in her heart and her belly lift, but she couldn’t, or wouldn’t. She was too afraid of losing him. Norah leaned in and placed a kiss on the smooth sheet of metal that was over his mouth.
His hand grabbed her chin and lifted her away. “I’m a snake.”
“I know.” She dropped her hands to his waist to work at his buckles. Her Cyborg was a monster but she decided he was hers. Even if what they had remained in the dark, in the shadows of a faraway planet.
His hand held her in place. “I can’t kiss you. I can never take off the metal on my face.”
She tugged at the straps around his waist. “I’m not asking you to.”
Stryker let go of her jaw and grabbed the back of her head, his grip tight on her thick hair, frizzed and chaotic. It stung. And as he gave in, the prickles of each tug covered her skin with goosebumps.
“Norah,” her name was a broken word behind his barrier. “I won’t be able to stop you. I want this too much to care about the repercussions.”
Is he nervous?Her heart filled with desire. She couldn’t help but sit up and lean into him; to place a whisper-soft kiss over the mussed bangs on his forehead.
“I promise not to hurt you, Cyborg,” she chuckled under her breath.
His eyes flashed a vibrant, sapphire blue. The hand in her hair loosened to swipe across her cheeks, down to her jaw in a gentle caress, only to stop at her lips where he kissed her with his fingers.
“Don’t make promises you can’t keep.”
They shared a hot and heavy look as tension simmered in the air between them, blistering and humid, with the dusting of windblown rain. The large branch that was their support shook ever-so-slightly beneath them.
She wanted to tell him that she loved him. The tip of her tongue tingled with the unspoken declaration. Norah knew her courage had its limits and she had no idea how to deal with the new emotions that had risen inside of her. She wanted to ask if Cyborgs were capable of love. If they cared for more than what they were programmed to care for. She wanted to ask him a lot of things.
Norah chose to kiss his fingers back.
She used the Cyborg as support as she adjusted her position to straddle his lap. He lifted his hand away from her face as she took hold of the poncho and tugged it over her head.
It was her only covering.
Norah bared her naked, mostly dry body underneath. Stryker took the poncho and placed it behind his back, ensuring it wouldn’t fly away. She lost her will to breathe as he judged her nudity, her vulnerability.
She watched as his eyes roved over her, over every muscle and curve she had. Norah straightened her back, her stomach filled up with butterflies as he took in all her female secrets. Her nakedness stood in stark contrast to his armor beneath her.
The heat between her legs intensified as she pictured riding the Cyborg as the armored man he was, her body taking in the dark violence he exhibited, each weapon, every knife, bullet, and buckle being ridden hard; worshipping the man that he was: her man-made soldier.
A hard piece of tech. A snake that muzzled his bite.
Norah had never felt so empty. She clenched her crux, trying to dampen the heady want inside her, only to drive herself crazy with the thought of conquering his manhood between her legs.
“So beautiful,” his voice low beneath his band. His hands came up to cup her breasts. “Full. So fucking full.” Norah leaned into him and moaned. Stryker tweaked her nipples and it sent bolts of pleasure straight through her. He kept on kneading her chest, exploring and squeezing, cupping and rubbing.
“I’m glad you like them,” she barely managed to get the words out.
“I’m glad you graced me with them.” He pushed them together and her sex went into overdrive. “Your tits are meant to be worshiped. If I was created with more thought, I don’t think you could stop me from sucking on them.” Norah sucked in her stomach at his words, imagining him pushing her up against a tree and taking those liberties.
“Would you?”
He captured her with his eyes. “Yeah.”
