He strips out of his harness, kicks off his boots and pants, then climbs over me again—all dark synthskin and virile muscle.
“A little help?” I ask, trying to slip free of my upper gear. His warm hands work my harness and shirt off of my body, being careful of my healing shoulder.
Menace’s brows knit as he lays me back and studies my skin. For a moment, I wonder if he’s going to reject me.
He gasps and trails his fingers over my scars. “Sefi…”
“I’m okay, Menace. Really.”
“No. This is never okay.” Menace kisses a scar, then another, until my flesh is afire with his touch, and I’m certain there’s no part of my body he hasn’t caressed with his lips. “No one will hurt you like this again as long as I operate.”
I give him a knowing look.
“I won’t let them,” he insists, pulling himself up to me. He snakes a large hand behind my neck and gently sweeps his fingers over my skin. Menace grazes his teeth down my throat. “You are mine. No onetouchesyou again.”
The heat of his titanhood nears my delicate flesh, slicking me with need and making me beg for him to fill the emptiness.
“Menace…” I hook a leg around his and find his ass with my heel. “Please.”
His ultromotor pulses palpably, and when I blink up at him, I see his body brighten in the flash of darkness behind my eyelids. Menace braces himself against the bed and pants as he finds my opening.
He nuzzles my face as he pushes inside. The moment my nectar begins to coat him, he loses control and thrusts his hefty girth inside me with exquisite force.
The sweet agony of taking him makes me grunt and gasp in bliss. He’s huge. I knew it from the favor I did for him earlier. But it’s not the same. White-hot pressure in my hips pulses to the rhythm of his ultro and blots out every other thought. The room around us blurs. All I can see and feel is him, his firm skin, his kind, red eyes watching me, and the throbbing of his rigid length inside of me.
Menace’s body glistens with sweat as he clutches me against him and rests his forehead to mine. “Sefi—”
After he gets his breathing under control, he withdraws and bonds us again. Each time he does, it gets easier to take his swollen shaft, and a little more of the pain shifts to pleasure. Soon, I’m riding a high I never want to come down from.
My core tenses around him, trying desperately to keep him inside. I never want him to pull out. It just feels too good—too right. So I lace my legs around his and try to hold him close even though I know he’s many times my strength, and it’s hopeless to think I can control him.
Menace adjusts his grip on me and shifts to a deeper bump-thrust that slings my thoughts into the sky, where I feel like I’ve been touched by the sun. I can’t stop the waves of ecstasy from carrying me away, and I grip himhard.
“Oh, Sefi.” A shiver of delight rips through Menace’s body. He finds my eyes and bonds himself to the max, pumping a glorious heat into me. He repeats the move with such force that it rattles the bed and knocks supplies off the nearby table.
I struggle for air as he wrecks me and dismantles my pride one fervent, luscious thrust at a time.
I will do anything to keep him.Anything.
As our bodies calm, Menace collects me into his arms and sits up. He gently rocks his hips into mine, easing me down from my high.
Resting my head against his chest, I listen to his ultromotor thumping three times, again and again, with almost no break. It sounds more like a ship’s engine than a heartbeat.
Menace carries me by the hips into a nearby washroom, where he turns on the shower. He kisses my neck and supports me as I melt in his arms. I have never felt so cared for, relaxed, or terrified in my life.
I can’t lose him. No one can hurt him. But I still try to memorize his every muscled contour. Nothing this good could ever last long in our world. And I’m afraid that what’s coming in the next few hours will tear many of us apart.
