She moaned. “Might be a good thing. I imagine after all this is settled here, things will be tumultuous back in the Terran Empire.”
“It matters not.”
“Why?”
Kian licked her nipple.
She moaned.
“Why, Kian?”
He met her gaze. “I will not be leaving your side.”
The way he said it was so intense, Freya had no doubt he spoke the truth. He would remain her protector for as long as she lived. She felt it in her heart.
She rubbed his shoulders, feeling the fabric. “You need to remove this.”
“As you like,” Kian replied.
And all the fabric disappeared into his skin.
Leaving him deliciously naked over her.
“Oh my,” she said, caressing his skin. “Your skin is so soft.”
“Is that good or bad?” he asked.
“Well, it makes me want to touch it a lot.”
He raised up on his elbows. "Touch me."
She stroked the hard planes of his chest and the muscles there. Under the skin, she could feel places where the skin didn’t move, where it must be the metal running through him.
“It’s all the liquid metal, isn’t it?” she asked as she stroked him. “The lines?”
“It moves through like blood.”
She felt the variations under his skin.
Kian sighed.
“I see you’re exhaling a breath, Kian. Have I upset you?” She raised her eyebrow and smiled at him.
“No. No, you have not.” He leaned down and kissed her.
He wrapped his arms around her and rolled over, so she was on top of him.
Freya squealed. “You did that quick.”
“I do not do everything fast,” he replied and slowly rocked his hips into hers.
The sensation made her gasp, and he gave her a wicked grin. She rode against the wave of his motion, and her desire continued to build.
“You know, this is very large,” she said as she rocked back into him. “Should I be concerned about fit?”
“No. I will make sure you fit.”
“How so?”
