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He put one knee on the bed, yanked her legs apart and put his hungry mouth at the juncture of her thighs.
She bucked off the bed with a wild cry, but he held her down and worked her hard as he ate her. He loved the taste of her. He drove his tongue inside her, pulled back to lick at her tight clit, and kept lapping until she came.
While she lay there panting, he yanked off his clothes.
When he moved back to the bed, she came up on her knees, pretty breasts bobbing and distracting him. As he palmed one, she smiled.
“Get on the bed. On your back.”
He arched a brow at her bossy tone, but happily obeyed. He stretched out, loving the way she ate up his body with her gaze. All of it, his muscles, his implants, the man and the machine.
When she straddled his stomach, her hot, damp pussy brushed over him and made his muscles bunch.
“Malin.” Her name was little more than a growl.
“My turn to take what I want.” Without another word, she gripped his cock, lifted her hips. In one sharp move, she thrust her hips down and took him inside.
Xander groaned. She was hot, wet, and so tight.
She started moving. Hard and fast and a little rough.
He watched her face, every tiny expression that flitted across her features. He tried to move his hands to touch her, but she shook her head and pushed his hands down. She movedfaster, flesh slapping against flesh. Her moves were edged with a desperation that drove his own desire higher.
He let her have her way. But he couldn’t stop from thrusting his hips off the bed, driving himself deeper inside her.
Her head dropped back, exposing her slim throat.
She was so beautiful and she was his.
He felt her orgasm coming in the way her hips moved faster, less controlled. Then her body clamped down on his and she cried out.
In a flash, Xander flipped her onto her back. He angled her hips and hammered into her. He needed more, needed to get deeper inside her.
Seconds later, his own release roared through him, and he collapsed on top of her.
When he could move again, he rolled to the side and pulled her on top of him. She snuggled in, her weight barely noticeable, her hair tickling his cheek.
He knew he was holding her a little too tight, but he didn’t care. He had duties that would demand all of his attention and take him away from her. He slid a hand into her hair and tangled it there. Just like he wanted to tangle her life with his.
Then Malin moved, sliding down his body, her mouth trailing over his skin. His pulse leaped.
She looked up at him, eyes slumberous and her lips curved in a wicked smile. “Again.”
He watched her slide lower and his cock swelled. “Again.”
For now, she was here with him. He’d worry about everything else later.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
They’d exited the bridge at Galaxy’s Edge and were now powering toward Centax at interstellar speed.
Malin bent over the holo-table, working on a tiny maintenance droid that needed a tune up. In the cockpit, she heard Xander’s deep voice as he made yet another transmission.
Once they’d left the bridge and comms were back up, he’d wasted no time contacting Centax’s allies. The Antikythera had been shown off numerous times to pompous looking officials. She glanced sideways. The mechanism rested on the other end of the holo-table.
She bet it had been a beauty of a machine in its day. Now the twisted, corroded remains just gave hint to what it had once been.
She wondered what its creators would think of the cyborgs who revered it today. She thought of Xander and his implants. Those bits of shiny tech that only hinted at his amazing strengths and abilities. What he and the Centaxian scientists who’d put them there failed to realize was what made Xander such a damn good CenSec had nothing to do with his enhancements.
