His big hands cupped my face, thumbs wiping the tears away.
“I was going to distance myself. Go to outer space. Have a match, but not care. I was prepared to be indifferent.”
“Mate,” he growled.
“Shh,” I soothed. I loved the hard press of him into the mattress, the thick line of his cock against my inner thigh. “I wasn’t prepared for you.”
Cocking his head to the side, he studied me, then lowered his head. Kissed me. Either the beast was subdued or had learned to be gentle. Tender.
Our tongues met, played. While it was just as hot as every other kiss, it was different. Perfect.
This wasn’t just fucking. For the first time in my life, I knew this for what it was. Making love.
With my big cyborg beast.
I lifted my hips, although he didn’t give me much room to move, but he felt my shift.
Lifting his head, he murmured against my mouth. “Eager for more?”
I nodded.
“Even after all those orgasms?”
I whimpered. Ready for more. While I was still needy, still sensitive, our little chat had taken the edge off.
“Such a greedy mate,” he said, shifting to the side so he could slide his hand between us, over me. Featherlight, I wasn’t sure if he was really touching me or if it was my imagination. “Don’t worry. I’ll always see to your needs.”
I reached around and grabbed his perfect muscular ass. Pulled him toward me. “I need you inside me.”
He growled. There was my beast.
He shifted, settled between my parted thighs, slid right into me.
I gasped at the thick feel of him. The stretching. The filling.
“Yes,” I hissed, loving every inch of him.
He came up onto his forearms, kept his weight off of me, but I felt every long, hard inch of him. We were connected. Joined.
One.
“Mate,” I said. “Mine.”
The beast growled as Rezzer began to move. Slowly, almost leisurely, he took me, stroking my hair back from my face, his eyes meeting mine. Holding me pinned that way as well.
“Mine,” he replied.
But his slow pace wasn’t enough. I wanted more. I wanted the beast to fuck me too. “More,” I said, lifting my hips up to meet every stroke.
He stilled. I growled. Yes, growled. The jerk was teasing me.
“Rezzer, I need more.”
“Tell me exactly what you need.”
I sucked in a breath. “Hard. Deep. Mark me.”
He held himself still for one more second before he grabbed my wrists by the cuffs, lifted them over my head, pinned them there with one of his. Cuff to cuff.