Page 21 of Her Cyborg Commander
She moaned as the armor loosened, allowing her to slip her hand inside. Hot skin over hard muscle, the tang of male sweat blending with his own unique spice and wood-smoke scent.
His hands moved again, smoothing back her hair before slipping down to the fastenings on her armor. Once it was undone, he nipped the side of her neck, his next words muffled against her skin, though there was no missing the tone of command. “Arms over your head. Now.”
“Are you asking for my surrender?” The words slipped out before she could stop herself. She’d meant it as a joke, but there was no way to ignore the subtext in the question. Would he see it too? She didn’t know if she wanted that or hoped he missed it entirely.
He raised his head to meet her gaze, his ice-blue eyes piercing her down to her soul. “No, minx. I’m notasking.”
She raised her arms as he instructed and tried to hide the effect of his words. Did he know? Or was this whathewanted?
A satisfied smile played over his lips. “Good girl.”
She shivered, her entire body responding to his display of dominance. Only it wasn’t a display. This was who he was.
He pulled her armor over her head. Goose bumps chased over her heated skin as the cooler air of the shelter washed over her.
“Now, you undress me.” Edge’s voice was silk over steel as he raised his arms as best he could, considering the low ceiling.
She freed him of the chest plate and then the bracers that covered his arms. She stacked it on top of hers in the only space available—the benches and small table where she’d been sketching earlier.
When she reached for the clasp on his pants, he shook his head once. “Kneel. Then do it.”
She didn’t hesitate. Once she was on her knees before him, she glanced up to find him staring at her with unadulterated need. He touched her cheek with callused fingers. “You cannot know how many times I imagined you like this…”
Words failed her. What could she say to that? How long had they been fooling themselves about what they wanted?
Too long, she decided. But that was about to change.
From her new position, it was easier for her to start at his feet and work up, so that’s what she did. First, she untied his boots and then removed the greaves that protected his lower legs. Finally, she rose up to reach for his waistband, but she didn’t make contact. Not with her hands. River leaned forward to nuzzle the large bulge of his cock visible through the fabric.
Edge hissed in pleasure, his hips snapping forward in a quick, greedy thrust that let him rub himself against her lips and chin. His strong hand cupped the back of her head, encouraging her to keep going.
She did.
With shaking fingers, she unfastened his belt and then the clasp of his pants. She nuzzled him again as she tugged the fabric lower on his hips before taking his cock in her hand.
“Fraxx,” he groaned, drawing out the word. “Suck me off, minx. I want to feel your hot mouth on my cock.” He stroked her hair with surprising gentleness. “But if you make me come before I’m inside you, I’ll have to punish you. Understand?”
She nodded. “I understand, Commander.”
He groaned again as the last word left her lips. She would never call anyone master again, but Edge… he had always been her commander. The title felt right.
She dragged his pants down lower still, one hand cupping the warm weight of his balls as she wrapped her fingers around thebase of his cock. She took the tip of him into her mouth first, swirling her tongue over his crown as he rocked and moaned.
“Deeper,” he instructed her. “Let me fuck that pretty mouth.”
Her clit throbbed in time to her pounding heart as she obeyed his instructions. She flattened her tongue against the underside of his shaft, massaging it. The moan that rose from her throat vibrated across his length as she bobbed her head in a back-and-forth motion that tore another low groan from Edge.
She kept going, learning what he liked and giving it to him, following his every whispered instruction. She didn’t stop until the sound of bending metal filled the air.
When she paused to look around in confusion, she saw what had happened. Edge’s fingers were wrapped around part of a countertop, and he’d gripped it so hard he’d twisted the entire structure.
She’d done that to him. The thought accompanied an intoxicating rush of satisfaction and pride. She wasn’t the only one who had surrendered part of herself to this moment. Edge, the one who never showed weakness, had let her see how much she affected him.
Her eyes met his, and in the silence, something deeper than words were exchanged. Not a promise, but a hope… and the certainty that whatever this was, one night would never be enough.
He took her by the shoulders, coaxing her to stand. Once she was back on her feet, he drew her in for a long, demanding kiss that left her senses reeling and her lungs burning for air.
“Your turn,” he told her and then drew her in close and turned them, swapping their positions despite the lack of space.
