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ChapterEight

CYBURN

“Ijust want you to know that I'll do whatever it takes to help you out. Those vicious robots would have killed me if it weren't for you. They were getting ready to dissect me before that alarm triggered. They had they scalpels in their hands."

Carmela paused. Her nose turned a little red. She swallowed hard, as if her throat had a tight knot in it. She seemed to be overcome with emotion out of nowhere. Tears pooled in her eyes and her voice cracked. She had to briefly look away, but a single tear rolled down her cheek anyway, betraying her.

"Hey," I said, whispering to her as soothingly as I could. I put a consoling hand on her shoulder and gave it a tender squeeze along with a heartfelt smile. "It's okay. Please don't cry."

"I'm sorry," Carmela squeaked, looking unnecessarily embarrassed for getting this upset, but the magnitude of what could have happened to her was written all over her face as if it were finally hitting her.

"There is nothing for you to be sorry about," I reassured her gently.

"It's just… if you hadn't saved me, I wouldn't be standing here talking to you right now. I wouldn't be breathing… and my heart wouldn't be beating. I owe my life to you." Carmela paused again and glanced between me and Nix. "Bothof you. So, for what it's worth, and even though words will never be enough, thank you. I will do my best to help you any way I can in order to take control over the control servers on this ship."

I didn't know if it was because she had started crying, or with the gratitude she expressed to us so profusely for the preservation of her life, but I was compelled to do something crazy— only it felt so right— so natural. I stepped in closer to her with a wildly pounding heart. Adrenaline sent a volt of electric energy through me.

Carmela's body heat was warm as I took her hand. I cupped my hands over her chin and cradled her head in my hands. I gazed softly into her big, green eyes. I saw passion waiting for me. There was a spark ignited in me that I had never felt before in my entire life.

Without a word, I went all in for it. I craved her. I couldn't explain it. It was like this raw energy that took control over me, and the rest of my actions were completely involuntary.

I went with my instinct, and I pressed my lips to hers. It was an urgent kiss that fired me up instantly. I forgot about Nix being there. I had tunnel vision. Carmela was all I saw. I was lost in the moment, and lost in her sensual, soft touch.

Thankfully, Carmela was receptive to my kiss. Her lips were soft and delicate, brushing up against mine. She was an amazing kisser. There was some urgency with the way she kissed me back, too. Our tongues massaged together. Her lips lightly brushed against my mouth, making my senses go wild. The franticness of her mouth pressed up against mine made me so rock hard, it hurt.

Carmela made me hungry for more. If Nix hadn't been there with us, I didn't know if I'd be able to control my primal urges.

I just might have ripped her clothes off on a whim of impulse— with her consent, of course. Judging by the way she moaned softly when our tongues danced together, she wanted this just as badly asIdid.

The passion was almost surreal. My cock throbbed, hard like a steel rod underneath my protective space armor.

When we finally came up for air a few seconds later, her lips were red and raw. She was panting hard and looking dazed and delirious.

Carmela's eyes were wide and full of lust. She looked like a woman who was thirsty for more, hungry to feed the frenzy of the sexual appetite that was ripping her apart inside.

I knew it had to be what she was experiencing, because I was feeling the exact same thing.

I glanced over my shoulder. Nix was pretending not to notice what just happened, but I knew he had seen us desperately making out with no warning. How could he not have?

I cleared my throat and shifted my weight awkwardly. "I… uh… err…"

I didn't even knowwhatto say at this point. Nix looked just as uncomfortable as I felt. He was pretending to scrutinize the barrel of his ray gun as if he were trying to work on it or take it apart.

Carmela looked like she wanted to sink into the floor and disappear altogether. She wouldn't make eye contact with either one of us. She inspected her gun too.

I took her hand and held it tightly, squeezing it. I was making a statement to show her I had zero regrets about what we just did. It was one of the most thrilling experiences I'd ever had, and my first ever experience with a human. I wanted to do it again. I never wanted to break my lips away from hers.

We had followed the passion and just went with it. What was so wrong about that? Nix was a married man. Certainly, he knew what it meant to feel desire— the kind of desire that tore you up and made you behave in a spontaneous and desperate way as you urgently attempted to satiate that longing.

I wished that we could be alone. I wished that we could take our time and explore each other's bodies. I wanted to kiss her and caress her everywhere.

I wanted my hands to roam free over her body, wandering and exploring every crevice and curve on her beautiful body.

I wanted to leave no part of her untouched, to leave a trace of myself on her everywhere. To replace her scent with my own. I wanted to make her shudder with pleasure until she screamed with ecstasy.

I wanted to bring her to the brink of orgasm and then watch her face as the climax destroyed her. Of course, I knew that none of this was possible right now, but the hope kept me going. It charged me and gave me something even better to live for.

If I just spent all my time kissing her, I couldn't imagine the fuel of motivation I'd feel to be able to conquer these Belic assholes.

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