Page 19 of Oh No, I Shot A Spaceship And Kissed An Alien Cyberchef

I look up at him, meeting his gaze. There’s raw needthere, unmasked. His eyes are fully black, and he looks so otherworldly in this moment. Dangerous. He could do so much to me… I want him to.

The grin he gives me is feral. Like a man that’s just got permission to do whatever he wants to you and has some very, very naughty ideas.

“I don’t like either of your options,” I tell him as a slow smile spreads across my lips. He thinks he’s going to get his way, but he has no idea who he’s truly dealing with. I’m not the kind of girl to just boss around. Not anymore.

By the time I’m through with him, he’ll be the one begging me.

Chapter

Seven

NELAN

Igrunt as Laura springs to her feet and just as fast, pushes me onto the bed. She’s so small beside me that I could easily resist her strength if I wanted to… but I don’t. She could lead me anywhere, and I would follow. I’m completely hers.

For a heart-stopping moment, I fear that she’s about to leave. She’s seen me now, in all my naked glory, completely exposed… and she’s going to leave.

Instead, she crawls up my body, pressing kisses to every inch of skin her lips can reach.

“Kiss me,” she whispers her demand, pressing her mouth against mine. I obey, my fingers lacing through the fine strands of her hair and dragging her closer, holding her against me.

My hips buck, desperate to sink myself into her soft, heated depths. A growl rips through my chest as my aching, throbbing cockas slides through her damp folds.

Laura gasps, pulling away from my embrace, and rocks her hips again. Each of her movements presses my lengthbetween us, soaking me in her wetness. The pressure is intensely pleasurable, but nothing at all like it could be.

“Laura, please,” I groan. My hands snake out, grabbing her generous hips. I just need to lift her, to pull her into place. In this position, I could control her every movement, pull her down on top of me so that I penetrate her deeply until she’s left moaning and begging…

Laura flinches, her whole body stiffening.

Her eyes dart to my arm. My lack of arm. The metal gleaming between us.

I growl, hating the sight of it. Hating everything about it. That reminder of a piece of me missing, of being taken. How I am incomplete.

“I’m sorry, I…” I start to pull away from her. Bile rises in my throat. I can’t do this. I can’t do this to her. Not my Laura. She deserves the best.

“It’s okay,” she tells me, looking down at me with eyes wide. “It was just a bit cold, is all.”

I blink up at her.

“Cold? That’s all?” I hate how I can hear the hope in my own voice.

“It’s not because I’m part machine? Or that my arm is missing?” I ask, bitterness creeping in. I know she doesn’t like machines or technology. She avoids them at almost every possible opportunity. She probably looks at me and sees just a machine.

“I like you,” Laura says, her voice small. Her fingers lace with my metal ones. “This doesn’t change who you are.”

She guides my hand to her breast. I can’t feel it with my own skin, but the inbuilt sensors shoot signals directly to my brain. I squeeze her breast, allowing myself to experience the sensations. Soft skin that gives beneath my palm.Kneadable. And those buds… when my fingers graze over the pebbled flesh, Laura’s hips jerk and she moans.

She looks at me quietly, as if she’s suddenly afraid to tell me the wrong thing. She’s afraid I will leave her, I realize. My very soul protests, refusing the possibility before I even have a chance to consider it. She’s here in my head, wanting me. And I very much want her back.

I scowl up at her, at the way her smile seems so fragile in this moment. The tension around her eyes.

I don’t like to see her demure and quiet. I like to see her demanding what she wants, with light sparkling in her eyes. She holds an inner fire that no flame in the kitchen can match, and I would never dream of dimming it.

She’s perfect. I love her exactly for who she is.

I sit up, bringing our bodies closer together. I’m so much taller than her that our heads are the same height, even when she’s perched on my lap.

“I’m yours,” I tell her, giving her breast a squeeze just to feel her hips grind against mine once again.

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