Page 20 of Cyborgs' Origins

“No, keep going. Please, don’t stop.”

He thrust into her, setting a punishing pace. She was so wet and tight, and her moans and whimpers only fueled his desire. He gripped her wrists tightly, holding her in place as he fucked her. She bucked against him, matching his rhythm and begging for more.

“Please, harder. I need to feel all of you. I was so close to losing you...” Her voice trailed off, but it was thick with emotion.

He should probably stop to make sure she was in the right frame of mind, but then she clenched her inner muscles around him, and he groaned. His hips snapped forward, and he drove into her with renewed vigor. She gasped and shuddered, her body tensing as her orgasm hit. “Yes, yes, yes.” Her pussy clamped down on him like a vice.

He gritted his teeth, fighting back his own release as her body trembled with pleasure. She was so beautiful, and he was so lucky to have her. His heart swelled with love for her, and he vowed to never take her for granted.

“I love you, Simone,” he whispered, kissing her neck.

She turned her head to look at him, her eyes shining with unshed tears. “I love you too, Tiberius, but you still haven’t come, and I could probably come again...” She tilted her head flirtatiously while squeezing around his cock again.

He chuckled, shaking his head. “You’re insatiable, woman.”

She smiled, her eyes dancing with mischief. “Only for you, my love. Now, give me what I want, and I’ll give you what you want.”

“As you wish, my lady.” He pulled her ass up and entered her from behind again. She moaned, arching her back and pushing her ass against him. He thrust into her, gripping her hips and pulling her to him. She was so wet and tight, and she felt amazing.

“I’m never going to get enough of you, my love. I’m going to fuck you every day for the rest of our lives,” he said, thrusting into her.

She whimpered, her body trembling as another orgasm washed over her. “Promise?”

He leaned down, nibbling her earlobe. “I promise.”

He continued to thrust into her, bringing them both to the brink of ecstasy before dragging the head of his cock against her clit as he withdrew and plunged into her again, burying himself balls-deep. They came together, their bodies shuddering with pleasure as they collapsed in a heap of sweaty limbs.

He kissed the top of her head, holding her close. “I’m the luckiest man in the world to have you in my life.”

She snuggled closer, sighing contentedly. “And I’m the luckiest woman in the world to have you in mine. I love you, Tiberius.”

“I love you too, Simone. I always will.”

They basked in the afterglow of their lovemaking. The sound of the rain pattering against the window filled the room, and the scent of sex permeated the air. It was the perfect moment, and he never wanted it to end.

Chapter 8—Simone

SIMONE STRODE ALONGSIDETiberius down the pristine corridor, the soft hum of machinery surrounding them. Her ponytail swayed with each purposeful step, and the crisp scent of disinfectant mingled with the earthy notes of potted plants lining the hall.

“Brick sounded urgent on the comm,” said Tiberius, his deep voice reverberating. “I’m not sure what this is about.”

Simone nodded, her brow furrowing slightly. “I hope it’s nothing too serious.” The possibility of another Sventian attack was never far from her mind, and her stomach clenched at the idea.

They turned a corner, and Tiberius palmed open a door, revealing a spacious office. Brick, one of the Iron Wolves mercenaries, stood by the window, his muscular frame silhouetted against the vibrant alien sky.

“You wanted to see me?” asked Tiberius, his tone clipped.

Brick pivoted, his expression grave. “We’ve got a situation, Commander.” His gaze flickered to Simone. “Might be best if the doc hears this too.”

Tiberius gestured for him to continue, his jaw tightening imperceptibly.

“Scout team picked up chatter about a potential raid,” said Brick, his words measured. “Word is, the Sventian Scourge is coming back for more. They want the tech for themselves, but Vorn wants the doc dead for shooting him.”

A heavy silence hung in the air as Simone processed the information. The Sventian Scourge, a ruthless band of space pirates, were coming back. Even worse, she was personally marked for death after shooting their leader.

“When?” Tiberius’s single word carried a weight that made the hairs on Simone’s nape prickle.

“Intercepted transmissions suggest they’ll strike within the next cycle,” said Brick grimly. “We need to finish fortifying our defenses, and fast.”

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