Page 22 of Human Reform (Cyborg Planet Alpha #3)
TWENTY-TWO
DAXON
Alora’s words “take me home,” soft and breathless against my lips, sent a rush of heat through me that was impossible to ignore.
I wasn’t about to waste another second. I swept her into my arms, her body fitting perfectly against my broad chest as if she’d been made specifically for me—because, in a way, I think she had.
Her laughter filled the night air, mingling with the hum of the jungle and the distant chatter of the colony’s marketplace.
I didn’t care who saw us anymore. Let them look. Let them know she was mine.
Her arms looped around my neck, her fingers tangling in the short hair at the nape of my neck.
I kissed the top of her head, inhaling the scent of her—lavender and something uniquely her, something that had become my oxygen these past four days.
Her breath hitched as I adjusted my grip, one arm under her knees, the other cradling her back.
She was warm, alive, and so impossibly perfect that it almost hurt to hold her.
“Careful,” she teased, her voice light but with an edge of something deeper. “You don’t want to trip and drop me.”
“I’d never drop you,” I growled, my voice low and rough. “I’d sooner break my own spine than let anything happen to you.”
She laughed again, that beautiful, unfiltered sound that had become my favorite melody. “Good to know. But just in case, maybe don’t kick down your door like a barbarian when we get there.”
“Too late,” I shot back, my lips curling into a grin as I tightened my hold on her. “I’m feeling very barbaric right now.”
Her eyes sparkled in the moonlight, and I could see the flush creeping up her neck, even in the dim light. She was trying to play it cool, but the way her fingers tightened against my neck betrayed her. She wanted this as much as I did.
The path to my quarters was familiar, the stone walkways glowing faintly under the twin moons.
The jungle loomed on either side, its nocturnal symphony of chirps and rustles a backdrop to the thunder of my pulse in my ears.
Her weight in my arms was nothing—I could’ve carried her across the entire colony and back without breaking a sweat—but the way her body pressed against mine and the way her breath warmed my skin, was enough to make me feel like I was on fire.
When we reached my door, I didn’t bother with the keypad. I kicked it open, the sound sharp and satisfying, and stepped inside, kicking it shut behind us with the same force. She giggled and I couldn’t help but laugh too, the sound once foreign but now welcome in my chest.
“Daxon,” she said, her voice half-scolding, half-amused, “you’re going to break something.”
“Only one thing’s coming apart tonight,” I murmured, setting her down gently only to press her back against the closed door. My hands found her hips, my fingers digging into the soft curves there, and I leaned in, my breath hot against her ear. “And it’s not the door.”
She shivered, her hands sliding up my chest to grip the collar of my T-shirt. “Is that a promise?”
I didn’t answer with words. Instead, I captured her lips with mine, the kiss hot and hungry, desperate to make up for the time I’d lost today and for the memories that had almost slipped away forever.
Her lips parted under mine, and I deepened the kiss, my tongue sliding against hers, claiming her and reminding her that she was mine.
Her fingers tugged at the hem of my shirt, and I broke the kiss just long enough to yank it over my head and toss it aside.
Her hands immediately went to my chest, her palms warm against my skin, tracing the lines of muscle there as if she was memorizing every inch of me.
I let her—for a moment. Then I reached for her shirt, pulling it up and over her head in one smooth motion.
Her white lace bra followed, and I took a moment to just look at her.
Her pale skin glowed in the dim light, and her curves were perfection itself.
“You’re so beautiful,” I said, my voice thick with need.
Her cheeks flushed, but she didn’t shy away.
Instead, her hands went to the waistband of my tactical pants, her fingers fumbling with the fastener.
I didn’t stop her. I couldn’t. Her touch was electric, sending sparks racing up my spine.
When she finally freed my cock from the confines of my pants and boxers, I groaned loudly, my head falling back as her fingers wrapped around my hard, throbbing length.
“Daxon,” she breathed, her voice trembling, “I need you. All of you.”
Her words were a command and a plea, and I was powerless to resist. My hands moved to the waistband of her fitted beige tactical pants, and I removed them and her lace panties in one swift motion.
She kicked off her combat boots, and I did the same, the sound of them hitting the floor echoing in the quiet of my quarters.
I lifted her off the ground, her legs wrapping around me as I pressed her back against the door.
Her hands gripped my shoulders, her nails digging into my skin, as I guided myself to her wet entrance.
With one deep thrust, I was inside her, and she cried out, the sound piercing the air.
I wanted to hear that sound again and again, a sound that spurred me on.
I began thrusting into her in a primal rhythm, deep, hard, and fast, setting a desperate and hungry pace.
She matched me in intensity, her nails raking down my back, the pain only increasing my pleasure.
“Faster,” she begged, her voice a breathless whisper against my ear.
I obliged, my thrusts becoming more urgent and more demanding.
Our bodies were soon slick with sweat and the air thick with the sound of our gasps and the slap of skin against skin.
I sucked on her neck, the dual sensations of her body clenching around me and the taste of her skin driving me to the edge.
Her orgasm soon ripped through her with a powerful force, her body convulsing and her inner walls tightening around me.
I almost came undone myself, but I was determined to draw out my pleasure tonight.
I pulled out of her, her body still trembling from her release, and carried her to my small dining table.
Her legs remained wrapped around me, her arms clinging to my neck as I laid her down on the cool surface.
Her hair fanned out around her, a dark halo against the pale wood, and I took a moment to just look at her.
She was breathtaking, her skin glowing in the dim light and her chest rising and falling with each breath.
“Daxon,” she whispered, her voice soft and filled with need.
I didn’t need any more encouragement. I leaned down, capturing her lips with mine in a kiss that was both tender and demanding. My hands roamed her body, exploring every curve and every inch of her skin. She arched into my touch, her hands tangling in my hair as she pulled me closer.
“I’m not done with you yet,” I breathed against her lips.
She smiled, a mischievous glint in her eyes. “Good. Because I’m not done with you, either.”
My hands moved to her hips as I positioned myself between her legs. I entered her again, this time with a slow, deliberate thrust, savoring the way her body welcomed me. Her breath hitched, her hands gripping the edge of the table as I began to move with steady, deep thrusts.
“Look at me,” I commanded, my voice firm but gentle.
Her eyes met mine, and in that moment, I felt a connection that went beyond the physical. It was something deeper, something I couldn’t quite put into words. But I knew one thing for certain. I was hers and she was mine.
“Daxon,” she moaned, her voice trembling with emotion.
“I’ve got you,” I whispered, my voice filled with a promise. “I’ll always have you.”
Her body tightened around me, and I felt her second orgasm building.
I increased my pace, my thrusts becoming more urgent and more desperate.
Her cries filled the room, a symphony of pleasure and need.
When she finally came for the second time, her body convulsing around me, I let go.
With one final deep thrust, I let out a guttural groan, and my own powerful release crashed over me like a tidal wave, my hot seed spilling deep inside her.
I collapsed on top of her, my body trembling with the force of my orgasm. Her arms wrapped around me, holding me close as we both struggled to catch our breath. I buried my face in the crook of her neck, inhaling her scent and savoring the feel of her skin against mine.
“I love you so much, Daxon,” she whispered, her voice soft and filled with deep emotion.
I lifted my head, my eyes meeting hers. “I love you with everything I am, Alora,” I said, my voice firm and filled with conviction. “You made me whole again.”
She smiled, a soft, content smile that made my heart ache. “I’m never letting you go.”
“Good,” I replied, my voice filled with a promise. “Because I’m not going anywhere.”