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“Talley’s happy.” She turned on his lap to face him. “And we’ll be alone during the long flight back to Syndiculous 5. Do you know what that means?”
Strike had some projections, but he wasn’t 100.0000 percent certain about any of them. “What does that mean?”
She splayed her fingers over his body armor-clad chest, gazed up at him with her big brown eyes, and whispered, “I’m going to boink you senseless right here on the bridge during that trip.”
“I love that plan, my female.” And he loved her.
Strike claimed his female’s lips and showed her how much he approved of it.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
The trip to Syndiculous 5 was without incident.
They communicated with Kesser’s mom, Talley, and her male’s brethren at least once a planet rotation.
Strike obtained the information he needed from Tsadok’s dad, and he transmitted that to his captain. Her cyborg was in constant communication with his brethren.
Kesser was happy about that. She had worried he might feel disconnected from his kind. But he assured her that wasn’t possible. Cyborgs stayed in contact with each other.
The two of them also trained and they ate nourishment bars. She drank beverage. Strike held her as she slept. He recharged.
And they bred. Three or four or five times a planet rotation.
That frequency didn’t decrease when they reached the domicile she shared with her mom.
Her mom graciously claimed the ground level and gave them the second level of the structure to use as their own space. Strike converted one chamber into a training facility, another chamber into a security center, and they installed a huge sleeping support in their private chambers.
Kesser was sprawled naked over that sleeping support at the moment. She hung onto her cyborg’s broad shoulders as he thrust his cock hard and deep into her pussy.
“Yes. Yes.” She cried out encouragement. Nothing equaled a vigorous sunrise boinkfest. It started the planet rotation off the right way—with passion and love.
“Yes.” Her cyborg mouthed over her chin.
“Faster. Harder.” She bounced the heels of her feet against his clenched ass cheeks.
He grunted and increased his pace. The sleeping support rocked. Their bodies slapped together. Heat flared between them, and connection swirled around them.
She lifted her hips into each advance. Sweat trickled between her breasts and speckled her male’s form. Light reflected off those droplets. His gray skin shone.
He was stunningly handsome and titillatingly passionate. His blue eyes were lit with energy. His face was stark. His jaw clenched.
Her cyborg was close to fulfilment. She dangled on the edge of that abyss also. They fought for their satisfaction together, and the sounds of their fucking echoed off the noise-absorbing walls.
“More.” She panted. “I need more.”
“You’ll have everything, my female.” Strike changed his angle and drove into her.
His base smacked against her clit. Pleasure and pain blasted her.
“Love.” She screamed and flung herself upward.
Her male’s unrelenting form blocked her ascent. She smacked into firm muscle over hard frame.
That full-physique contact decimated her remaining thoughts. She squeezed her inner walls around his shaft as she fell toward the sleeping support.
“Love.” Her cyborg roared. His eyes went dark. Hot, nanocybotic-infused cum bathed her flesh.
She screamed louder. All of her, from her core to her fingertips, was engulfed in euphoria. It was acute, was almost unbearably good. She twisted and turned, trying to escape it.
