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She tilted her head back. “You protected me.”
“I’ll always protect you, my female.” He skimmed his lips over hers.
Fates. She wanted him. “You have to heal fully. And quickly. We might be needed for the second part of the Plan.”
“Cure will contact me if he requires our assistance.” Her cyborg grazed her lips again, and her need intensified. “Breeding will hasten my repair. According to my already-bonded brethren, transferring our nanocybotics to our genetic matches prompts our forms to manufacture more nanocybotics.” He grinned. “That’s why I’m so fraggin’ fast now.”
She studied him. “If you’re correct about the nanocybotic transfer?—”
“I am.” He sounded certain about that.
“Then I’m why you’re so fraggin’ fast.” A smile spread across her face. She like that thought. “We broke that speed record together, my male.”
They were a team in all ways.
“That has been noted, my little human.” Her cyborg lifted her high against his bare chest and swung her around.
She should tell him to stop. Her male should be resting.
But he looked so happy and pleased with himself.
And she was sailing through the air. That was irresistibly fun.
Roshini extended her arms, trusting Drift to keep her secured, and she embraced the experience.
“I’m flying.” She gazed up at the ceiling.
They were alive and together and they loved each other.
Joy encased her. Mirth bubbled out of her mouth.
Her cyborg’s chuckles meshed with her laughter. He turned and turned and turned, and she soared until her head spun and everything else was forgotten.
Moments passed.
He slowed and then stopped. They looked at each other.
His eyes held a pussy-wetting warmth.
She wanted to topple him to the floor and ravish him senseless.
But a fuck like that would tire her cyborg more than swinging her around had. And it would aggravate his not-yet-healed back.
“You are repairing.” She reminded both of them. “The exertion of breeding might be too much for your big form to handle right now.”
Her cyborg opened his mouth.
“You transfer your nanocybotics to me after all that exertion.” She addressed the point she suspected he planned to make. “Not during it.”
“I need you, my female.” Drift slid her along his form. His cock was thrillingly hard. “I can handle the exertion.”
“You don’t have to handle the exertion.” An idea struck her. It was delightfully wicked. “Because I can handle you.”
She reached down and curled her fingers around his shaft.
Her cyborg jerked. Energy flashed in his eyes.
“I like your handling of me.” His voice lowered to an arousing rumble.
