Page 94 of Ezra
She goes completely limp. I lower her and gaze into her eyes as she clings to me dizzily.
“Oh my god.”
I can’t help but tease her. “My name is Ezra.”
“Very funny.” She hits my chest softly with a fist. “My legs are jelly.”
“Is that bad?”
She kisses me heatedly, tugging at my shirt. “Never.”
With my strength comes great care, even as we tumble into her bed together. She rests beneath me, arms wound around my shoulders, her slender hands tracing my shoulders and chest.
She glances apprehensively at her window, the blinds pulled up.
I follow her gaze. “Do you want me to lower the blinds?” I ask, brushing hair from her flushed face.
Katrina looks me in the eye and quickly shakes her head. “No.”
“Scandalous.” I grin as she eyes me up and down. By how her brows lift, I can tell she’s quite pleased with what she sees.“And if someone in the tower across the street happens to catch a glimpse of you?”
“I’ll tell them to mind their own fucking business,” she says, biting her lip.
My smile softens as I gaze into her eyes. Katrina works so hard to portray herself as being made of steel. I’ve noticed this shift in her. Now I see it in the way she looks at me, the way her touch grazes across my synthetic skin.
She’s released me from the final link in my chain. The city owns me, the precinct directs me, I am artificial, I’m metal and plastic, but here in her arms, I’m somehow more.
I’m free.
She’s made a machine into a man.
“Take a picture,” she teases. “It’ll last longer.”
“I have memory databanks, and I’m tethered to a backup cloud. You’re already technically on camera.” If only I could tell her how I feel. But the time isn’t right yet. Not here, not now, when we’re only just becoming intimately acquainted. I lean back on my knees and pull my belt from its loops, unzip my pants, and make quick work of them, pensive.
She notices. “You’re thinking of something.”
Sharp woman. “Just how beautiful you are,” I reply. “And how amazing it’ll feel when I finally fuck you.”
Her breath hitches. I run a diagnostic scan on her from head to toe and note her elevated heart rate. Satisfaction grips me that I affect her so. She has changed. She’s changed me.
She spreads her legs for me, and everything goes blank as I climb over her. My cock is already fully initialized.
She stares at me and blurts, “Holy shit.”
I chuckle. “Is that agoodholy shit?”
She swallows, looking up at me. “You’re huge.”
“I’m told a laboratory of women added my finishing touches,” I reply, silently thanking the clever engineers who implemented my anatomy update.
“God bless every last one.” Katrina’s gaze rakes along my body.
Enveloping her in an embrace and slowly sinking on top of her, I prop myself up by the elbows, unwilling to crush this perfect specimen beneath me.
Trepidation in her expression cautions me as I align myself. “Go easy,” she murmurs, meeting my eyes.
Her vulnerability tugs at me, and my processors are overcome with so many desires at once. Pleasure her. Protect her.
