Page 146 of Even Robots Die
She’s like the wind, and yet she’s as violent as a storm, and I love her for it.
She turns and parries and then she shifts her feet and in a matter of seconds her dagger is against Luc’s throat.
She winks at me and then takes her distance again.
Luc must think this is over, but she drops to the ground and swipes him off his feet.
She’s laughing and holds her hand for Luc to grab.
The kid is still a bit awkward and prefers computers to human interactions, but he’s opened up a bit and now he spends a bit more time outside with all of us.
She tells him he did good and then signals to everyone that they’re done for today.
I can see that she overdid herself a bit. She’s holding the small of her back as if it’s painful.
I’ll give her head start to get in the shower and then I’ll join her.
I jump from the turret I was perched on and land on the side of the training ground. The warriors still there pay me no mind and I stroll to the doors.
I cross the distance to the stairs and by the time I’m up the stairs, I can hear the water running in our shower room.
I close the door after me and remove all my clothes before joining Angélique under the shower.
I slip my arms around her waist and hum against her throat.
“Not waiting for me, Little Wife?” I ask her as I slip my hands against her sides. My right hand snakes up and I grab her left breast as I glide my left hand along her hip bone and cup her pussy.
“You were taking too long,” she answers as she arches her back against me and I feel myself grow harder.
“Were you going to stroke that sweet little cunt without me?” I ask against the shell of her ear. I’m plunging two fingers inside of her, and she contracts around them as if the intrusion is already giving her pleasure.
I apply pressure against her clit with the heel of my hand as I start pumping my fingers inside of her.
I can hear her starting to pant, and the sound is like music to my ears.
“Maybe,” is her only answer before she grabs me by the back of my neck and pulls me closer to her.
I rub my hard cock against her ass in tandem with the push and pull of my fingers inside of her, and I know it’s not enough.
It’s never going to be enough.
It’s going to be six years tomorrow since I married this wonderful creature, and I feel like a lifetime with her is never going to be enough.
I fell in love with my wife, and I keep falling every day.
“And refuse me the pleasure of claiming what’s mine once again?” I ask her in a teasing tone.
“Haven’t you claimed me plenty already?” she asks with the same teasing tone.
She’s right, though. I added her name to the lettering on my chest, and she let me tattoo a dragon on her ribs. And yes, the dragon looks like me in my shifted form.
Am I a possessive asshole? Yeah, totally, but I love seeing her with a permanent mark that means she’s mine.
“I’ll never claim you enough, Little Devil. You’re my soul, my heart, and my breath. You’re my everything, so as long as you let me, I’ll never stop claiming you.”
Angélique
I feel my tears slide along my skin as much as the shower water. They’re happy tears. When I arrived at Notre Dame, I never thought I would find freedom by binding myself to someone else, but Elhyor showed me the way. He’s possessive, yes, but he also understands me, and he’s given me more than I thought I wanted in life.
