Page 109 of Ezra
Her words lift me up, overcharging my circuitry to the point of needing to recalibrate, but then stab through me and crash me down.
I’m in love with you.
Katrina is everything. She’s the only woman I’ve opened myself up to, the only one who’s captivated me to the point where I could utter such words aloud and understand then, mean them.
“I’m in love with you.Youare the only woman for me, Kat,” I whisper softly. “You’re enough to last me for your entire life, and mine after.”
“I believe you. And I’m so relieved you feel the same way.” Katrina rubs a stray tear away and straightens. “I’m sorry I’m making such a fuss. This is not what we need to be discussing right now. Let’s talk about this more when I’m not reeling from what happened tonight, and when you’re not up to your neck in yet another crime that’s got the city in a chokehold.” She breathes out. “I’m not thinking straight. And you’ve got things to do.”
I withdraw, taking a step back, giving her the space she’s asking for. This wasn’t my intention when I came here. Jayne told me to go and get my girl.
So that’s what I’m going to do.
“Is this impossible?” There’s hope in Katrina’s eyes, one her words keep dashing, like she’s trying to keep herself grounded. “Areweimpossible?”
“It’s only impossible if we allow it to be,” I insist. “I’ll find a way. I’ll figure something out. Just give me time.” I wrap an arm around her waist, pressing her into me. “Do you love me? I want to hear you say it again.”
Katrina doesn’t hesitate. “Yes. I love you with all my heart. I need you?—”
I silence her with a kiss, which turns into several more, my mouth stifling her soft moan as I pick her up and carry her to her bedroom. I rip off her pants and toss them to the floor, then all but rip her panties in half before peeling off my shirt, unbuckling my belt.
Her vital scans reveal a major heart rate spike. She bites her lip, eyeing me. I crawl over her and align my cock, then push in with one hard thrust. Her back arches, mouth open in a silent gasp, so I plunder her with another kiss, my tongue chasing hers.
I rock my hips, slow at first, then grow in strength, thrusting harder until the sound of our bodies colliding fills the room and her sweet breaths and soft keens are all my audio receptors can focus on.
“You’re mine,” I growl through our carnal lovemaking, determined to show her. Prove it to her that this is it for me. That I may live five hundred years, a thousand years, eons, and I’ll never meet a woman like her again. “Mine, Katrina. And I won’t let you go.”
She’s lost to the same passion, pushing back on my every thrust as she holds my gaze and doesn’t look away. “Tell me you love me again,” she whispers.
“I love you.”
Katrina wraps her legs around me, driving me deeper. “Show me,” she whispers against my ear as I gently sink my teeth into her neck, bringing forth another moan from her lips. “Show me how much you love me. Come for me.”
My systems are primed for her command. Those words send me over the edge, and still I don’t de-initialize. Determined to bring her to climax just as quickly, I initiate an internal command, and my cock’s vibrating mechanism comes to life. I close my hand lightly around her throat, and her eyes widen.
“Admit you’re mine.”
“I’m yours,” she breathes. “All yours. Only yours.”
“Tell me you love me.”
“I-I love you—fuck, Ezra, I’m so close?—”
I fuck her harder until she cries out my name and shudders beneath me, her inner walls clenching me tight. When she’s finished, I gently position myself to her side, surprised when she wraps her arms around my shoulders and pulls me back.
“I love you.” Her voice is muffled against my body.
“I love you too,” I reply. I nestle my face against her throat, allowing myself to capture her scent and the softness of her skin. “Do you believe me?”
“Yes.” Katrina hugs me tightly. “I believe you.”
Deion, roused from his sleep by an emergency call, reaches out to me via text with concerns about a possible bomb threat on the Vanderbilt Bridge. Someone saw an android standing on the ledge, unresponsive to any attempts to call it away.
I try to leave Katrina asleep in bed, but Charlie’s curious beeps cause her to stir. I lean down and whisper in her ear, “I’ll be back. Don’t worry.”
She makes a soft sound of acceptance and stretches in bed as I get up and dress myself. Charlie follows me, trilling.
“Watch over her, Charles,” I say, rolling up my sleeves. “Do you have calling capabilities?”
