Sometime later, wrung out, he fell to the floor at her side with a wince of his own. The battle wounds he still sported and the gunshot holes had since healed over, demanding he remember that their time would be short. That the time in his head had only temporarily banished in the craze.
Gunner sucked in air, exhausted, and filled his senses and systems with nothing but the smell of sex.Our sex.He turned his head and gazed at Ely’s limp body, moving to wrap his arm around her and bring her on top of him. She mumbled sleepily over his chest as she shifted and got comfortable.
The jackal in him danced even though his body had been drained of his last stores of energy. The EMP shocks had vanished a while ago and what was left was nothing but the nuisance of his nanotech quickly restoring the damage the foreign tech had caused.
He lifted his eyes to rest on the muted streaks of light that ran across the ceiling. The distant sirens had ended some time ago.
Elodie’s heartbeat filled his ears.
The door that led to them was shut tight and locked. Gunner wrapped his arms around Elodie’s back and synchronized his breathing with her own.
Then, he closed his eyes...
And slept.
***
ELODIE WOKE UP WARMand in a strange state. The typical aches of her body intensified and the metal floor of her cell, usually cold and uncomfortable, was pliant and slightly moving under her cheek.
If this was a dream, she didn’t want it to end. It wasn’t the first time she had dreamt about beds. Or lying on them. Those were good dreams. But this one lifted her in waves, accompanied by the rise and fall of deep, heated undulations.Usually, beds don’t breathe, she thought, although it felt like so long since she had been in one that she could be wrong.
She pried her eyes open as realization hit, raising her head up as a wave of tension returned to her body. She was lying on top Gunner.
Her head slowly dropped back down onto his chest.
A slight breeze caressed her back.
She was also naked. So was he.
Gingerly—feeling like someone had rearranged her organs—she took stock of her situation. She felt both achy and limber. Her heartbeat was steadily increasing. She lifted her head again to look at the Cyborg.
His eyes were shut tight and it took her back. Elodie expected him to be staring at her—like he always did. With eyes glazed and dead, grey and gone, or scarlet red with an intensity that sped her blood.
Her lips twitched up into a brief smile. Sleep didn’t look good on him. She rested her head back down to the nook of Gunner’s shoulder.
I’ve never seen him sleep.It reminded her of the first day when he was unceremoniously dropped in the cell next to hers. She’d thought he was unconscious until she found out he was faking it. Something told her that he wasn’t faking it now. Another full body wave, his chest rising and falling steadily beneath her, lulled her back toward slumber.
Elodie fought it, wanting nothing more than to keep riding and enjoy the unexpected reprieve. Everything was blessedly silent and it was a luxury she wasn’t quite ready to give up.
Instead, she took stock of her injuries. Her back strained and pulled taut, probably from being pounded into the floor. She tensed her legs—tangled with Gunner’s—and her calves and buttocks sent shockwaves through her limbs. Sex was a sport she wasn’t well-versed in, but even so, she knew sleeping with the Cyborg was in a dangerously rough category all of its own.
Gunner had exhausted every fiber of her being and exorcised her stress. But despite the pain in her muscles, she was relaxed. She was safe—safer than she had felt in a long time.
Elodie didn’t dare let her mind wander down to the sticky soreness between her thighs. She was sticky everywhere. And when she stretched out her fingers then clenched them—also finding her hands sticky—she grimaced.
This time when she lifted up it was with a cringe because her skin battled her every second to remain attached to Gunner. She shimmied out from his arms and rose to straddle his body, bringing her legs forward to kneel on either side of his hips. Gritting her teeth the entire time. The feel of his cock expanding and hardening under her ass made her clench, and she slumped into position over him.
Then, she looked down at their bodies and recoiled.
After-sex looked delicious on the Cyborg. He still sported scars from the previous day, but most were already fading. His impossible physique captured her full attention. But for as good as he looked, the effects of their vicious coupling looked horrible on her. Gunner had laid waste to her flesh.
There were bruises all over her arms, chest, and belly. Some spots clearly showed the imprints of teeth while others the press of fingertips. Her palms ran up her gooseflesh arms and cupped the back of her neck, suppressing a shiver. Her breasts were pink and abraded and her torso was covered from neck to clit in dried sperm.
Memory returned of him massaging it into her. The feel of his fingers pressing into her tight muscles had been far too glorious to stop, and she’d been too tired and too sated to care.
Elodie knew what he had been doing.He likes his smell on things.
She smiled.Gunner looks no better.In fact, maybe he looked worse than her. Delicious but worse. His skin, still showing the wounds from the fight before with white ridges where they had healed over, was now having to contend with the scratches she had added.
