Then he began to move.
Each time before had been a claiming in its own way. This time was different: a branding. He was burning himself into her thoughts as he took her body, and when her legs parted enough for him to fully seat himself deep inside her core, they began to move in unison.
The silence that had enclosed them vanished in the building frenzy of their bodies. Elodie gasped as Gunner increased his tempo, thrusting harder each time. Rasps filled her ears, their faces still pressed together and their mouths side-by-side sharing the humid air. He rocked into her, spreading her legs further apart and pushed her forward into the floor, his chest hitting her back.
Gunner slipped his palm under her forehead, cushioning it from his ruthless pounding into her body.
A roaring grunt and a brutal thrust had her reaching up to grasp his hand. Gunner snaked his other arm under her chest and climaxed violently, holding her to his chest as he seized.
Hot seed filled her pussy and spilled out to ease the friction where their legs tangled, rubbed, and slapped together. A crazy smile jerked at her lips as his body heaved and careened, caught up by the sudden, unexpected release. Gunner had lost control with her and she liked it, even more so because he had complete power over her own body at the same time.
“Fuck!” His cheek left hers as he rested his brow against the back of her head. “Fuck,” he grunted again with another thrust, grinding her ass harder with his pelvis.
An airy laugh escaped her. Elodie didn’t even try to hide it. She continued to giggle as he released her to collapse onto the bedding.
“How am I going to keep you if I can’t even control myself?” Gunner rasped. “I owe you at least a good half hour for that one.”
Her pussy clenched. He gave her another quick, brutal thrust.
“I can’t believe I’m saying this,” she chuckled and gasped. “But you’re...” she almost lost her words as he continued spearing her, “...adorable.”
He flipped her over onto her back and wicked red eyes filled her vision.My reflection.Mirth replaced the desperation and she wrapped her legs around his hips, slipping his thick shaft back into her.
“Elodie, I’m not adorable.”
“You are. Right now, you are.”
Gunner’s face twisted devilishly. “Do I need to prove it to you?”
Yes. No. Yes.
“I don’t think that’s possible, anymore,” she teased.
Gunner crushed his mouth to hers pulled out of her. His mouth bit and tore down her body, grazing his teeth over the long subtle curves of her frame. His face pressed between her shaky legs, and what she felt between them wasn’t entirely human. He wasn’t playing fair, shifting his face back into the frightening visage he wore when he had found her in this room. Elodie refused to look down and give him the satisfaction. He tortured her stubbornness with orgasms.
When the third one gripped her body, Elodie began to think Gunner liked being vicious with her cunt and enjoyed having his face between her legs.
A thrill swept through her. She was marking him in her own way.
***
SHE WATCHED GUNNERcheck his weapons and belt them onto the foraged straps that crisscrossed his chest and shoulders. Apparently, he needed to recharge. It was hard for him to admit, and at first she was confused, but as his body healed before her eyes, and his darkening aura faded back into normalcy, she understood.
Even a Cyborg had its limits. Sex wasn’t one of them.
Their supplies had increased each day they had spent in the break room. Gunner had left on several occasions but had refused to let her join him. She would’ve cared if she hadn’t been working so hard on building the radio beacon.
And she had fixed it, despite the odds, at least in a way. It held a charge and lit up when she turned it on, but the connection she’d hoped would happen instantly hadn’t occurred.
Elodie set it to cycle through the most commonly used frequencies and figured it would alert her if it made a connection. She still needed to wire it up. She’d ask Gunner for his input when he was done...armoring up.
Her clit still throbbed, even hours after her last orgasm, from continuous release. Watching him dress didn’t help at all. He made her want to melt back into him and demand another bout of sex. Elodie threaded her fingers and pushed her legs together in an effort to stop her body from wanting the wrong things at the wrong time, again.He can smell it every time. I knew that would be trouble.
Stop it.Elodie tore her eyes away, relocated her double banded sports bra and fled to the bathroom. It was time to hide her femininity anyway. The pressure of the disguise returned as she settled the bra into place.
Gunner appeared in the doorway, resting his shoulder on the frame, as she stepped into a clean uniform he sourced for her.
“You look like a boy.”
