Page 154 of Even Robots Die

The hand on my clit moves to grab my hip and makes me stand just a few centimeters above Brice’s lap, his cock still inside of me, and Brice thrusts his hips from under me at vampire speed as he finally bites the side of my throat.

And I can’t think anymore as another orgasm, harder than the other two, hits me and makes me see stars.

“Brice,” I moan his name loudly in a desperate plea.

For what? I don’t even know, but he seems to know because he accelerates his thrusts some more and pulls blood from my throat and another orgasm hits me.

I have the distant knowledge that Brice comes right after me when he roars my name to the ceiling, but it doesn’t compute completely as I ride the waves of my pleasure.

It takes me a few minutes for my heart to stop beating like it wants out of my body and when it does, one of Brice’s arms hugs me from behind and his other hand turns my face to the side so he can kiss me in the most passionate way.

I can feel everything in it. The love. The passion. The awe. The need.

And before I know it, Brice is hard again.

Maybe I shouldn’t have taunted him, because this night is just beginning if I know him well—and I do.

Brice’s cock slips out of my pussy, our combined juices dripping on the top of my thighs and he turns me in his arms so I can face him.

He kisses me and takes me on the couch again.

Before he carries me to our room and makes love to me all night.

At first light, I’m tired but utterly satisfied.

“I love you, Furious,” Brice says against my ear as he tugs me against his side.

“I love you too,” I tell him after kissing the skin on top of his heart.

Once upon a time I met a beast who couldn’t feel, but now I know I wasn't dealing with my feelings any better. I might have felt too much, but it was nothing compared to being loved by him.

Once upon a time, I met a beast who needed saving. Instead, he saved me.

The End.