Heat infused his eyes as they landed on her breasts.
She smiled lazily. “Because it doesn’t matter.”
“It does to me, Dear. I could’ve been gentler, approached you less like a fucking monster.”
“It wouldn’t have been you.” If he had been gentle, she would’ve hated him even more. She shimmied her legs out from between his.
He grabbed her ankle as she opened her legs, holding it prone.
“I don’t want gentle, Captain Hysterian,” Alexa said.
The light from his eyes blazed, and her heart fluttered as his gaze dropped to her splayed sex. He gripped her foot harder and moved it outward.
“I’m not the type of man to give your virginity to,” he rumbled. “Why does your blood smell sweet?”
A sliver of fear sliced through her. “You’re not,” she agreed quickly to his first sentiment, hoping he’d forget that her blood wasn’t quite right.
“Then why?”
“I want you.”
His eyes softened. Alexa was beyond denying it. What was the point? He had already won. He’d won the first time they spoke.
Hysterian seemed like he wanted to say something. His lips were moving, shifting the suit, but nothing came out. She hoped he wasn’t focused on her blood any longer, having never thought he’d be able to smell a difference from it. His sudden vulnerability reassured Alexa he wasn’t thinking about that at all.
Her brow furrowed. She’d never seen her Cyborg as anything but a sociopath.
Her heart flipped. Her fingers shook, and she curled them into her palm, stopping them from trying to comfort him with a touch. His gaze shot to her sex, and he spread her thighs open. He released his grip on her ankle and touched her between her legs.
With a whisper of a caress, his finger circled her opening, as if apologizing to it. She rose on her elbows to watch him, nerves fluttering.
Hysterian’s voice was barely a murmur when he finally spoke.
“I’ve waited for so long for this.” Hysterian wiggled his finger into her. “For something real. I’m not…”
She clenched around his finger.
“I promised I wouldn’t hurt you.” He hooked his finger, pressing into her sweet spot. “But hell if I can make myself stop.”
“Don’t.”
He slipped his finger out and cupped her thighs. “You’d have to kill me to stop me.” He lowered his face between her legs, pushing his mouth over her sex. An animalistic sound came from him, she felt its vibrations over her sex. He rubbed his mouth over her like he couldn’t get enough of it. “I’d kill everyone on this port to taste you. Every last one of them.”
He lifted up after one last pained groan.
Hysterian dragged his body up over hers, trapping her to the bed. Her legs wrapped around him as he pushed the tip of his cock to her opening.
“So you don’t want to be a virgin anymore? Is that right?” he taunted, searching her eyes.
Alexa’s lips parted. “I don’t want to be a virgin.”
“Good.” He eased inside her slowly, pinning her with his gaze. Was he waiting for her to balk? To run screaming?
A moan escaped as he filled her, invading her bit by bit, forcing her to feel every inch of the stretch. The sharp ache of her broken virginity made her wince, but he stayed with her through it, pausing before he continued. Unlike the first thrust, his movements were slow and deliberate.
She exhaled as the heat of his body burned across her flesh.
When he was fully seated between her legs, she sagged onto the bed. She’d been holding her body so tensely, her muscles quivered.
