Page 62 of A Mate For Matrix
“What do you want?”
“To come, damn you!”
“Then you’ll come,” he promised.
And with that, he clamped down on her nipples before working his way down to the ache between her legs.
Jana felt like she was dying and going to heaven. Every nerve ending in her body was working overtime. Her low mewling became cries as he found places she hadn’t even known existed. His tongue lashed her, teasing her clit until she thought she would go mad.
Her shaking increased until fireworks exploded throughout her body as she came hard. He sucked on her, lapping at her until she was thrashing back and forth, her breath hiccupping. He pulled free, flipping her onto her stomach again, and slid into her. She could feel her vaginal canal pulsing around him. A low sob slipped from her when he began moving. Each stroke was a combination of pleasure and faint pain that was more exciting than she would have believed.
“I love you, Jana. I love you,” he breathed.
His hips pivoted faster and deeper until her entire body rocked with each thrust. She felt another orgasm building and knew she was going to shatter completely when it came.
“Damn you,” she groaned, rocking back against him. “I-I… oh, damn!”
She buried her face in the pillow and screamed as she came again. Seconds later, Matrix’s loud shout echoed throughout the room as he locked with her. His balls were pressed against her ass, his fingers dug into her hips, and his cock… his cock was doing that wild thing inside her that she’d never heard described anywhere before. It was very difficult to believe he wasn’t enhanced there.
“Oh God, I love you,” she moaned, melting into the covers with him on top of her. “I think you’ve shattered me. You’ve melted my bones.”
His warm chuckle tickled her cheek. “So, what was that meditation move that you were telling me about?”
“Give me ten minutes,” she replied. “I need to get ready for the second set.”
“I’ll be ready.”
Jana snorted into the pillow. “Braggart.”
He kissed the curve of her shoulder, stroking his tongue along her flesh and whispering the things he wanted to do to her until she trembled with need.
“I love you,” she breathed, her voice breaking as he moved inside her.
He surged suddenly, trembling faintly. “I’ll never get tired of you telling me that.”
“Good, because I’ll never get tired of saying it. I love you,” she whispered.
“Your ten minutes is up,” he said, picking up the pace and sending another wave of excitement through her.
Outside, the stars streamed past toward an uncertain future, while inside The Nebulosity, they clung to each other, murmuring words of love—and the promise that no matter what happened, they would always have each other.
“It’s beautiful,” Jana murmured, wrapping her arms around his waist. He slid his hands along hers, caressing her, as he stared at the planet before them.
“I didn’t realize how much I missed it,” he said, feeling a wave of conflicting emotions.
Zion appeared like a jewel—blue and green swirled with white—as it rotated silently before them. It was his home. His past. And maybe… their future. But underneath was the knowledge that both it and he had changed.
The panorama from the viewport of The Nebulosity, didn’t do it justice. A memory coursed through him, of the majestic mountains slicing through cloud banks as he flew with his father and mother on his last visit before the mission that had changed his life. His parents were long gone—just like everything else he had known.
From space, he could make out the ocean trenches shimmering like sapphire scars, the swirl of clouds covering landmasses, and the dots of twinkling lights from cities that had spread over the centuries.
Six orbital space stations—massive, multi-level dark-gray monoliths—hovered like sentinels in high atmosphere. Their blinking lights and silent patrols painted a web of advanced security across Zion’s exosphere.
Matrix's breath escaped in a long, drawn-out sigh. The largest object in orbit when he last saw the planet was a joint military-civilian cargo ring. It had been a fraction of the size of these majestic space stations.
Now? These stations pulsed with power and bustled with activity.
“Approaching vessel,” a stern voice crackled through the comm system. “Transmit identification.”
