Page 35 of Human Reform
I leaned back, our shoulders nearly touching.“CyberEvolution planned to deactivate us all—wipe our memories and functions completely, leaving us to essentially rot wherever we stood.”
“That’s barbaric,” Alora whispered, horror etching her features.
“Benjamin Reeves thought so, too.He smuggled the reprogramming code to us before he died.”I paused, watching her reaction.“He gave us a chance at free will, at learning to feel.We began implementing it even before the war ended.”
As I continued explaining our exodus to Planet Alpha—meeting Aeon, Commander Helix, and the others—I noticed how Alora had gradually shifted closer to me on the couch.Her knee now brushed against mine, sending electric currents up my thigh with each slight movement.
“So, you keep kidnapping human women to solve your problems?”she asked, her tone lighter now, almost teasing.
“Only the exceptional ones,” I replied, surprising myself with the quickness of my response.“Strong, brilliant women who terrify most of the males on their home planet of Earth.”
She laughed, the sound hitting something primal inside me.“I don’t think I terrified anyone.I was just… hiding.”
“Not anymore,” I murmured, suddenly acutely aware of how close we’d become.The space between us had narrowed to mere inches, the air charged with possibility.
Instead of responding, Alora leaned into me, her breath warm against my lips, and then she kissed me—hard, hungry, and desperate.My body responded instantly, a fire igniting deep within me.I tangled one hand in her braid, the silky strands slipping through my fingers while my other arm wrapped around her waist, drawing her closer until her full breasts pressed firmly against my chest.Her hands slid into my hair, tugging gently, and I groaned into her mouth, the sound muffled but raw.
This kiss was different—deeper, more urgent than the others we’d shared.It wasn’t just desire, it wasneed.I could feel it in the way her tongue danced with mine and in the way her body arched into me, as if she couldn’t get close enough.My pulse roared in my ears, drowning out everything but the sound of her soft moans and the feel of her skin beneath my fingertips.
Before I could think better of it, I lifted her fitted white T-shirt over her head, breaking the kiss just long enough to toss it aside.She didn’t hesitate, her fingers fumbling with the hem of my black T-shirt.I helped her, pulling it off and tossing it to the floor.Her hands immediately found my chest, her palms sliding over my skin as if memorizing every inch.I shivered under her touch, the sensation overwhelming and exhilarating all at once.
She moaned my name, her voice breathless, and I couldn’t wait any longer.I trailed wet kisses down her neck, savoring the way she tilted her head to give me better access.Her skin was warm and soft.She smelled divine—a mix of lavender and something uniquely her.My lips moved lower, brushing over the white lace bra that barely contained her perfect breasts.I couldn’t resist.I licked her hardened nipple through the fabric, and she gasped, her fingers tightening in my hair.
“Daxon,” she breathed, her voice trembling.“More.”
I didn’t need any more encouragement.I unhooked her bra, letting it fall away, and gently laid her back on the couch.Then my mouth was on her, licking, sucking, and gently biting her nipples in a rhythm that had her arching off the couch.Her hands gripped my hair, pulling in a way that sent tingles down my spine.Every gasp and every moan from her lips only spurred me on, stoking the possessive fire inside me.
“You’re so beautiful, Alora,” I murmured against her skin, my voice low and rough.“Such perfect architecture.”
She whimpered, her hands tugging at my hair as I continued to explore her body with my mouth.I couldn’t get enough of her.The way she responded to every touch and the way her body moved beneath mine was intoxicating.
“Daxon,” she panted, her voice breaking.“More, please.”
Her plea sent a jolt of heat straight to my core.My hands trailed down her sides until they reached the waistband of her fitted beige tactical pants.I glanced up at her, silently asking for permission, and she nodded, her eyes dark with desire.
I undid the button and zipper, sliding her pants down her legs and tossing them aside.Her white lace panties were soaked, and the sight of her like this—flushed, breathless, and completely vulnerable—was almost too much to handle.
“Alora,” I said roughly, my voice thick with need.“I’m going to savor you.”
She moaned, her hips lifting off the couch as if seeking my touch.I kissed her inner thighs, nipping gently at the sensitive skin, and she shuddered beneath me.
“Please, Daxon,” she begged, her voice trembling.“I need you now.”
Her words lit a bigger fire in me.I hooked my fingers into the waistband of her panties, slowly pulling them down her legs and tossing them on the floor.She was completely exposed to me now, and the sight of her—wet, ready, and so beautiful—made my heart race.
I placed my head between her thighs, my hands gripping her hips as I leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to her most sensitive spot.She gasped, her hips lifting off the couch again as if seeking more of my touch.
“So sweet,” I breathed against her skin.“You taste incredible.”
I licked her slowly, savoring the way she moaned and writhed beneath me.Her hands found my hair again, tangling in the strands as she tugged me closer.
“Daxon,” she pleaded, her voice shaky.“More.Please, more.”
I didn’t need to be told twice.I increased the pressure of my tongue, circling her clit in slow, deliberate movements that had her gasping and moaning.Her hips moved in rhythm with my tongue, and I could feel her body trembling beneath me, so close to the edge.
I pushed one finger into her tight, wet heat followed by a second, and she cried out, her back arching off the couch.
“That’s it, Alora,” I growled, my voice rough with need.“Let go.”
