Page 77 of On a Rogue Planet
He thrust into her one last time, holding himself there, planted as deep as he could. He moved some of his weight off her but stayed connected.
Her mouth pressed to the side of his neck, a slow, lazy slide. She let out a relaxed sigh and hugged him with her arms and legs.
He felt a warm glow inside him. Some unnamed emotion he couldn’t place. He held her tighter. It felt good.
“How’s that list you mentioned coming along?” she murmured.
“Very well. It is quite…long.”
Her chest shook with silent laughter. “Not very exact for a cyborg.”
“There are eighty-five items. Well, eighty-four now.”
Shock made her mouth slack. “Eighty-four. We might not survive!”
“I don’t care.” He turned his head and buried his face in her hair. “I’ll be the first CenSec to die of too many orgasms.”
She laughed out loud now, her hands sliding through his hair. “It’ll be a good way to go.”
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Stars, she was coming.
Malin gripped the bed covers, staring blindly at the gunmetal gray wall of her cabin. She was on her hands and knees, with Xander’s large palm pressed to her lower back. His other hand was on her hip, holding her as he hammered inside her from behind.
He felt even larger this way, his cock stroking deeper. He was like a man possessed. And she loved it.
“Xander, don’t stop. I’m close.”
That palm slid up her spine and gripped her short hair, he tugged her head back, his chest covering her back as he took her mouth.
He thrust again, and she came, his mouth swallowing her cry. Three more deep thrusts and he gripped her hips and held her still as he poured his orgasm into her.
They collapsed on the bed, wrecked, panting.
After their session on the mats in the gym, Xander had carried her to her cabin. She’d suggested a shower and she’d shown him just what you could do when you were slick and wet in a tight shower stall.
Afterward, she’d flopped face down on the bed, naked, damp, and wrung out.
Clearly the sight had inspired him. He’d nudged her up on her knees and fucked her brains out again.
Mal had lost count of the orgasms he’d given her. Five, maybe six?
Slowly, she regained control of her body again. A hand smoothed down her spine, and she smiled. The man loved touching her.
“I think I could sleep until we get to Technis.” She turned her head and studied him as he lay there, taking up most of her bed. “But I’m hungry.”
“I can get some food from the mini-printer here in the cabin, or would you prefer something from the galley?”
She stretched lazily, enjoying all the pleasurable aches and pains. “Galley. Printer food’s okay, but I don’t care if it’s made of all the same molecules, it doesn’t taste as good as the real thing. Zayn keeps a pretty neat little hydroponics garden on board.”
“Galley it is.” Xander rose and pulled on his clothes.
She watched him dress and her mouth went dry. She could watch him all day long. All those glorious muscles covered in his gorgeous bronze skin and those intriguing implants and mechanical arm. To her, he was a work of art.
She even found the way he dressed in quick, economical movements fascinating.
She wanted to keep him.
