Page 87 of The Brotherhood

“Don’t smile at me!” she cried, cute offense mixing with her worry.

“Telling you those details wouldn’t be good for the baby,” he said, leaning in for her lips.

She gave a light huff, but let him kiss her.

He yanked the lace down on her breasts and devoured her mouth when she gasped then moaned, “That’s playing dirty.”

“So fucking dirty,” he agreed on her mouth while gripping her full tits. “So fucking beautiful.” He kneaded the perfection then lowered, taking half her breast into his mouth with a starved groan.

Her fingers sank into his hair, the rake of her nails lighting his fucking world up. He straightened and removed his shirt, getting her mouth and gasps on him immediately.

His breaths rushed out ragged as he held her head, watching her tongue drag across his nipple. She pulled back, stroking the hardened expanse of his chest, fingering the flesh seamlessly merged with the bioceramic reinforcements. It formed an unbreakable lattice, dense yet eerily smooth. Like armor forged from living tissue. “Does it hurt?” she whispered, the ghostly gleam of crystalline shifting subtly with his breaths.

“No,” he said, covering her hands with his, moving them over his pecs, then lower over the carbide infused calciumjust beneath the surface. “It’s weightless… unyielding.” He’d engineered himself for destruction. Her weapon. Her shield.

Her hands were at his jeans again. This time he helped her. He hadn’t seen himself, but he felt the difference in his cock. The layer of biopolymer encasing him wasn’t for protection but pleasure. All hers. It mimicked the heat and texture of flesh with a sentient responsiveness calibrated to her body alone. Pressure, movement, amplified sensation. All while ensuring she took every inch of him with perfect ease. No, it wasn’t just built for her pleasure—it was built to ruin her for anything else.

She took soft hold of his length in both hands, creating an instant river of burning ecstasy in his veins. “Fuck,” he gasped, his head dropping back as he covered her hands with his, squeezing tighter, moving her slowly over the length.

“I need you,” she pled, desperate.

He surfaced through the euphoria, his gaze hooded as he stared at her. He moved his hands along her open legs, keeping their eyes locked, letting her guide him to what was fucking his.

He reached behind her and pushed whatever was on the desk out of his way then worked his hands under her hips while looking between them. The sight of himself poised at her entrance brought a rush of chemical explosions that turned him on, literally. His canines throbbed with a deep rumble in his chest, ready to take his angel on a ride she’d never recover from.

He pushed inside her, slow, merciless, stretching her open in a way that parted her mouth with a silent cry. His hands tightened under her hips, keeping her exactly where he wanted as he watched the way her body took him, inch by burning inch.

“All fucking mine,” he rasped, the possessiveness vibrating in his cock.

She clawed at his wrists, tipping her head back as she arched. “Yes,” she gasped, her breath breaking as he sankdeeper. His thickness glided in with an unbearable ease that made her legs shake.

Hehad done this. Built himself for her. Reforged his body down to the molecule to fit her like a second skin, make her feel every inch of him, every pulse. And he was feeling every part of her in return—how tight she was, how wet, how her walls clenched and pulled, desperate for more.

“Look at me,” he growled, his fingers digging into her hips as he held himself buried inside her.

Her lids slowly lifted, her breaths labored, pupils wide.

“There she is,” he whispered, pulling out just enough to make her whimper before thrusting slow and deep, watching the part of her lips, the tremble in her body. He set the rhythm—long, deep strokes, his cock dragging against every nerve, every pleasure point.

The air felt electric as heat built inside him to nearly scorching.

He leaned in, she leaned back.

He braced his hands on the desk, filling her completely, his breath ragged from the tight clench of her silk.

“Bishop,” she choked, her voice breaking on a sob of pleasure.

She lit his arms on fire with the rake of her nails, the assault reaching the base of his canines. He took her mouth in a kiss, deep and consuming as his next thrust.

Her cry snapped from her chest as his fangs grazed her lips, his hunger pouring into her in ragged growls.

He was at the very edge of his control now.

“You ready for me?” The whispered warning was dark. Primal.

“Please.”

The desperate plea snapped his restraint. He gripped her hip and the back of her neck, taking her with ruthless hunger.It was an erotic symphony. The sounds of their bodies colliding, her broken cries, his ragged grunts, the slick, obscene way he slammed into her, deeper, harder.

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