Page 46 of 8-Bit & Cat

She placed her hands along his neck, feeling him. “You can feel… the way I want you right now?”

Zero exhaled slowly, his presence pressing deeper inside her mind, wrapping around her senses like heat.

His voice rumbled. Dark and absolute. “You mean… whatIwant?”

Cat’s entire body locked up with understanding. He was no longer just experiencing it. But was it his, or was he just controlling it?

Her fingers pressed into the muscles of his neck. “Zero—”

His hands moved up her sides, pressing tight, feeling. “Touchme,” he ordered, before his mouth devoured hers.

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ZERO:

Zero’s fingers moved along her back. Counting. Consuming. Every rib. Every vertebra. When the realness of it peaked, he forced her tightly against him. His mind flexed around the hot flush of their bodies. Claiming the pleasure, claiming her as his own.

His fingers reached into her hair and slowly clenched as the merge between them entangled. Tighter. And tighter.

Her soft moans were added to the impossible symphony in him. “Oh my God.”

Zero guided her neck to his mouth, barely riding the silk. “You feel it.”

Her breath caught then released in a weak, “Yes.”

His gaze roamed over the column of her neck, then marked a spot. “More,” he shuddered, opening wide.

Catherine’s body seized with gasps as he sucked and pulled, her hair, her skin, his mind a whirlwind of power, a fire breaking containment and gobbling her up. Planning, controlling, executing logic—it was gone. It didn’t exist in this. It planned everything, it knew everything, it controlled everything, and it executed it with a precision he was envious of.

Zero came up for air, needing to tell her, warn her. But the second he searched for words to name it, he realized he didn’t have them. Not in his database.

He dove into her mind in a desperate search for the name of thishumanwonder, his tongue plunging into her mouth as he did. A growl surged through him at not finding it. “What is this?” he begged on her mouth as it drove him to its will. While he couldn’t name it, its trajectory suddenly crystalized in his mind. Leading to a place that held the answers.

He stood and sat her on the table, his hand still locked in her hair, an anchor for his sanity. He shoved her thighs open, and the power slowed his hand at her entrance. He growled atfeelingher. The silk. The heat. The wet. The reverence in this alien power said the journey to this place was hallowed.

A war of wills suddenly broke out between him and her and this thing. It wanted to go slow, and they wanted to charge in.

“Do it,” she begged, confirming what he already knew.

He combined their hunger and shoved through the resistance. Her shocked cry pierced him, burning up any fear of violating some code in this alien program. His fear returned when an urgency took hold of both of them. They were suddenly on a timer to something. And if he didn’t reach it soon, something would detonate.

The logical data said it was an orgasm, but this other thing said he’d been insufficiently schooled. There was a million miles of data he still didn’t know. And he was about to learn it.

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CAT:

Cat’s cries flew non-stop as he took her apart with only his fingers. Her heart jerked in her chest when he met her eyes. His beautiful face was wrecked with pure, raw desire.

“I want to ruin you,” he warned, breaths ragged before his mouth devoured hers.

Heat detonated through her body. She could feel everything happening in his mind, and it astonished her. All that she was feeling and experiencing, he took and cataloged while building a replica of it to live through.

Her orgasm approached like a hungry bullet. “Oh God,” she said, her moans growing harder and louder. “Zero, I’m going to come,” she blasted, needing to warn him.

He answered with a crushing kiss and groan. Cat pressed his hand against her body and clit, bringing the climax. He forced her mouth to remain on his as her body locked then shattered with rapid explosions, tearing down and rebuilding, tearing down and rebuilding.

And the moment it reached Zero’s mind, she was there with him, experiencing it the way he was. The detonation was the beginning of a cosmic shift. A data storm of imploding logic that flew apart like shattered glass. It streamed through his neural pathways, a rapid succession of waves and pulses. She watched as he recorded it, absorbed it, consumed it. His hand clenched harder than ever in her hair, his body locked down as his circuits overloaded and new algorithms formed in real-time. Lines of code were rewriting themselves in the shape of everything he wasfeeling, but the input registered as failed calculations, bringing a flood of error messages that were all overridden into something new. A feedback loop formed—her pleasure becoming his, his consuming hers in return, and then amplifying both. She sobbed when his entire digital consciousness flared and pulsed, like something coming alive. Like something awakening. Through it all, her head thrashed, her body rode the waves of their climax. And Zero, the master of logic, lost it. He lost everything.

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