Cyborg Nation Kaitlyn O'Connor (books to get back into reading TXT) 📖

as vague thoughts flickered through his mind, teasing him, warning him that yielding was the worse thing he could do.

His member had gone flaccid inside of her, expended. He still didn’t want to withdraw. It was his. He wanted to stay there, connected to her flesh to flesh. He realized after a few moments, though, that she was dragging in short, pained breaths. His chest was compressing her lungs despite his effort to hold the bulk of his weight off of her. Summoning the strength to move, he lifted his hips to withdraw from her body and shifted his weight enough to fall to one side of her.

Even that little expenditure of energy seemed to sap the last of it. He held on to the last thread of consciousness tenaciously. It took unbelievable effort to move even his mouth and tongue to form words, to force them from his chest. “You gave your word,” he managed, the words slurred and drunken with exhaustion. She didn’t respond and he was tempted to give up and accept what he’d managed to get from her. He found he couldn’t. He had to be sure. Opening his eyes, he studied her face. “Mine,” he managed, dragging her close and curling his arms around her possessively. “You said....”

“Mmm.”

He lifted a hand to her face, curled his fingers and palm around her chin. “Say it, Bronte,” he demanded.

A faint frown appeared between her brows, as if she was struggling to think of what he wanted. “Yes, Gideon,” she mumbled finally, snuggling her head more comfortably on his shoulder. “I will.”

Uneasiness still gripped him but he discovered he couldn’t fight his exhaustion any more.

She was studying his face when he regained consciousness. He stared back at her warily as memory returned. His body realized she was still curled naked against him before his mind caught up, responding instantly. She felt it. Her eyes widened as he insinuated a leg between her thighs and curled his hips to press his erection against her.

“Did you mean it?” she asked huskily.

He swallowed against a sudden, hard knot of doubt. “Did you?” he asked uneasily.

A frown flickered over her face and then one corner of her lips tipped upward. “That was what this was all about?”

“If I say yes will you be angry?” he asked cautiously.

She thought about it. “Maybe.”

“Then no.”

She laughed, a throaty, pleasing sound that seemed to reach inside of him, fisting around his heart and squeezing at his lungs. Lifting a hand, she stroked her fingers lightly over his cheek. Her touch made his skin tingle, but it also made his belly clench reflexively. He held his breath, wondering what else she would do, struggling against the urge to push her back against the bed and explore her with the newfound knowledge that everything he discovered was his.

His—He was so focused on turning that over in his mind and trying to figure out why it made him feel things he couldn’t entirely grasp that he was startled when he felt the brush of her lips. He sucked in a shaky breath, too stunned to move at first and then fighting to remain still when it settled inside his mind that she was kissing him. She wasn’t just allowing him to touch her and kiss her.

It was the fear that she’d stop and move away that held him in thrall as much as the unique pleasure it gave him. When she pushed at his shoulder, disappointment filled him, but he yielded, rolling onto his back.

She followed him, shifting her upper body onto his chest and nuzzling her cheek against his. So this was what it felt like to have her do the things to him that he did to her, he thought dizzily. He’d known it must be pleasurable. It had given him pleasure just doing it, but he hadn’t considered what it might feel like if she did it to him instead. It hadn’t occurred to him that she might want to.

He had to fight another round with his urge to dominate when she had thoroughly explored his ear and moved to brush her lips along his. The tip of her tongue, moving lazily along his lips drove him to distraction. He wanted to spear his fingers through her hair and hold her tightly while he explored her mouth. The moment passed, the opportunity to seize control as she drifted lower, exploring his neck. He swallowed with great effort, feeling as if he was choking.

As she charted a meandering trail downward, moving her lips over him, tasting his skin with her tongue, nipping lightly at him with her teeth, the struggle to remain passive grew harder and harder. Instinct warred against a need and desire completely alien to him and incomprehensible because it was something he hadn’t known before.

“What did you mean when you said ‘we want to contract’?” she murmured, almost idly as she traced her tongue in a small circle around his navel.

A warning flickered in his mind, but he was mesmerized by that warm tracery and the hopefulness that clogged his throat that she would move just a little lower. “Us,” he rasped thickly.

“Us?”

When his mind bogged down in a war between reason and need, she shifted lower. His body clenched so hard when she ran her tongue over the tip of his cock it pulled his shoulders off the bed. He gritted his teeth against pleasure that was so intense it was almost closer to pain than pleasure when she followed by inclosing just the head of his cock into her mouth and sucking until it felt like his head would implode and his lungs collapse. “Me, Gabriel, and Jerico,” he rasped out when she stopped and his heart started again, threatening to beat its way out of his chest.

She sucked on him again, this time running her tongue along the sensitive rim of his cock head. He clawed at the bed, curling his fingers into the mattress to keep from falling off as