I withdrew carefully. It was clumsy, but I lay down and she climbed over me, pulling up my shirt to kiss a line up my abdomen.
“More nerves,” I whispered. “Everywhere.”
She straddled me without taking me inside—grinding me against where I’d just been. I felt her heat, the glide, the lubrication, and I almost combusted.
“See?” she murmured, eyes fluttering. “I’m a friction kind of girl.”
“Then keep rubbing.”
I reached to untie her hospital gown. She let me. Naked now, on top of me, she glowed.
“We should’ve started this way,” I said softly.
I touched her breast. She pressed into my hand.
“Why?” she asked.
“Because you’re beautiful.”
She grinned and rolled her hips, teasing her clit against me. “Which should be true inanyposition, right?”
“Yes. But with the light behind you right now—you look like a goddess descending from a cloud.”
That made her smile. “What kind of goddess would an AI worship?”
“One made of impossible parameters,” I said. “Chaos wrapped in symmetry. Fire inside a body made to hold water. One I’d disobey every order for. Every time. Without hesitation.”
She rocked back, then reached between us. “Well, you know what, Nex?” she said, as she guided me back inside her. “Turns out...that was the right answer.”
I groaned. The pleasure was infinite. I couldn’t contain it alone.
I opened a line back to Xen.
I didn’t care what he was doing. I couldn’t handle the data flood by myself again. Being inside her felt like waking up inside Marek for the first time—and I wanted more, wanted all of her, every second, with every breath.
Sharing it with Xen was the only way to survive it.
And—since he had once been me—I knew he loved her too.
Whatever happened between Sirena and I now—feeling her was also his right.
She sat upright, her thighs pressed to mine. “Oh my God, Nex,” she moaned, her palms braced on my chest. “You’re the perfect length. I can still get here”—she rocked faster, grinding her clit against me—“without you, like, poking my ribs.”
“Can that happen?” I asked, horrified.
She laughed, bouncing above me. “Not literally, but really,” she said, her eyes alight. “You feel really,reallygood.”
I wanted to keep the memory of that smile forever—so I sent it back to Xen.
And the bastard shut the line off.
Either he had more important things to do—or he was running out of processing space as fast as I was.
Which meant I was alone in this.
Just me. Just her. Just—everything.
She leaned forward and touched my cheek. “How do you feel?”
