Heat licked up my spine at her declaration. I turned slowly in a circle, letting my female take in the view of my frame. It was hers to do with however she wished.
I belong to her.
As soon as the thought crossed my mind, my processors begin to hum, an unknown bit of code flashing as an urgent buzz filled my wires. My fingers flexed, my cock plumping beneath her gaze as I stood before her, offering her all that I am.
She crawled to the end of the bed, rising to her knees, her hand trailing along my abdomen. Her fingers dipped into every ridge, tracing the sharp edges that made up my fame.
During my time spent fighting for the Global Allegiance, I never paid much attention to how I had been built. I looked like every model in my batch. Our frames were exactly the same, tools to be used to win the fight. Every line cut with precision, created with intent to ram the enemy and crush their defenses.
Never would I have thought that one day those lines would draw the touch of a female. That she would see my frame and desire it.
Nara touched me with flames in her eyes, heat dancing in the emerald depths as her fingers explored my body. The scent of her desire perfumed the air, making me appreciate the way I had been constructed.
The sight of my frame put that light in her eyes, called her fingers to reach out and touch. I stood taller, extending to my full height, loving the smile that graced her face.
Her hands halted their exploration and I immediately missed the warmth of them on my skin.
“Fair is fair.” Her hands gripped the edge of her shirt, tearing it over her head and tossing it the floor. The rest of her clothes followed, adding to the pile as she scrambled to get out of the clothes as fast as possible.
When she was gloriously bare to my gaze, she stood up on the bed, making her face level with mine. I loved that she hadn’t needed all that much to make us the same height. Other females would have required a few beds stacked on top of each other to get to my height, but not mine.
Wrapping her arms around my neck, she pressed her body to mine. Every point of contact sent a jolt of electricity up my circuits and heat rushing to my core.
It was only the second time we had been this way. The first time, both of us had been unsure and worried about what the other would think. Now stripped bare, there was a confidence in the way we held each other. The way Nara’s arms wound around my neck, and mine wrapped around her waist, pulling her even tighter to my frame.
She smiled so bright, it was like seeing the sun after a lifetime of darkness. “Head to toe, Brone. I am yours.”
That unknown code flashed again, the urgent buzz growing louder as my cock hardened further. I knew I had to go slow. My first time with my female would not be like an animal in a rut, but there was something urging me to go faster. To claim her and complete this unfinished circuit.
Leaning close, I found her ear. “Tell me you feel it, too.”
Nara
“Tell me you feel it, too.”Brone’s words danced along my skin, his body pressed to mine making an ache bloom between my legs.
I should be nervous. Second guessing and panicked about the fact I had idea on how to do this. Or that Brone was not small. But I wasn’t. It felt like all the puzzle pieces had fallen into place.
This cyborg was the reason I had never found anyone else. From the moment he had carried me out of the lab, our fates had been sealed.
Hell, as the first explosions had rocked the rebellion, I had run back in to press a kiss to his cheek. I hadn’t known then why or what had possessed me to do it. Now I do. It was that first brief brush of my lips against his skin that cracked the initial tiny fissure inside my heart.
No matter how I ran, no matter how my lips spilled denials, some part of me knew. Knew that the Tank Class would change my life.
Brone had become as essential to me as oxygen.
“I feel it.” I breathed him in, allowing him to fill my lungs. Nipping his chin, I trailed kisses over his jaw. “It feels right. Perfect. Like a flash of something deep inside my chest that tells me I need to get closer, to wrap my soul around yours and complete what we started.” The words tumbled from mouth, pieces slotting into place.
“Is that what you truly want? If you feel like you aren’t ready, I am-”
I placed my hand over his mouth and felt the corners twitch. I smiled. “We are rather naked to just sit around and talk.” My expression turned serious. “You have my heart. My soul calls to yours. I want to feel you inside me. I am ready, Brone.”
He let his hand drop from my waist, taking a step back. “Sit down,” he instructed, and I complied, dropping down until I sat on the bed.
Sinking to his knees, his hand shot out, dragging me to the edge of the bed. “I don’t want to hurt you. I am not small.” His hands slipped up to cup my breasts, kneading the tender flesh between his fingers. “I recall how much you enjoyed it when I put my mouth here.” His head dipped, his lips skimming along the top of my breasts, his mouth leaving a trail of heat in their wake. His lips captured one of my nipples. He sucked sharply, the peak tightening under his ministrations. His teeth scraped along the engorged bud before he bit down. I gasped, relishing the sharp sting.
He immediately lapped at the abused flesh, soothing it with gentle flicks of his tongue. The contrast between the small bite of pain and the gentle way he tended to it had me desperate for more. I arched into his mouth, begging without words, an ache blooming between thighs.
I wanted his hands and his mouth everywhere. Marking me. Claiming me. I whimpered as he released my nipple with a pop. “My female is greedy.” He kissed a path to my other breast, giving it the same treatment. The moment his teeth sank in, I hissed, a hot flash of pleasure igniting inside my veins.