Taken by the Cyborg (Galactic Pirate Brides Book 4) by Tamsin Ley (best ereader under 100 TXT) 📕

Still kissing her, he carried her out of the dining area toward the bedroom. He lay her on top of the blankets, breaking away to pull his shirt over his head. His erection jutted from his hips as he grabbed her heels and pulled off her shoes simultaneously, tossing them to the floor behind him. Then he crawled up the bed to her waist. She was already fumbling at the clasp to her pants, but he finished the job, peeling them from her in a long sweep of his arm.

With both hands, he parted her thighs and nuzzled against her center. “I’ve been wanting to do this from the first moment I saw you naked on camera.”

Flushing, she realized he’d probably watched her for a long time before ever meeting her in person. The cameras he’d hijacked likely looked right at her bed. Nebulas, how many times did I use my vibrator while he was watching?

She must’ve tensed, because he lifted his head to meet her eyes. “I tried not to watch you during personal moments. I just want you to know that. But I… couldn’t look away.”

Breath catching in her throat, she nodded at him. She probably would’ve watched him, too, if she’d had the chance. “It’s okay.”

He lowered his head again, breath hot against her sensitive flesh. “I know everything you like.”

She shivered as he rolled his tongue over her clit, then dipped down around her lower lips and back up. He continued licking and sucking until she was pulsing and hot. Then his tongue plunged inside her, his face buried against her pussy.

Writhing, she clutched the back of his hair. Her other hand pinched her own nipple, bucking against him as he brought her higher and higher. But it wasn’t enough. She needed more. “Doug—”

He inserted a long thick finger, and she rose over the crest, climaxing as he stroked and licked. He lapped up her juices like a man dying of thirst, until she slumped against the mattress, completely spent.

Leaving her throbbing pussy, he crawled up her body to claim her mouth, clasping the back of her neck with one hand. He kissed her with long, sure strokes of his tongue. The fingers of his other hand toyed with her nipple until it ached. Mouth still claimed, she clawed his back, wrapping her legs around his hips and drawing him against her until his shaft nudged her cleft, hot and solid.

“I want you inside me,” she whimpered.

He chuckled, a deep, throaty sound that made her insides quiver. “You had only to ask.”

Pulling back, he entered her in a sure, swift stroke that left her gasping. Her nipples hardened against his chest as he slid in and out, kissing her ravenously. He plunged forward so deep and hard, it almost hurt. But she wanted more, lifting her hips to meet his thrusts, aching for a second peak.

His hand released the back of her neck and he grabbed her hips, rolling to the side and lifting her so she straddled him. She liked being given control. Placing her hands against his chest, she arched her back, lifting almost free of his length before seating him fully inside her once more. Then she rolled her hips, rubbing his length along her inner ridges. The ecstasy of this moment, of their perfect rhythm together, made the world disappear.

She rode him up and up, until she seemed to leave her body and float in nothingness. The pressure inside her buoyed her beyond the stars. Doug roared, hands on her hips clamping her to him, hot seed filling her in pulsing gushes. Her second release seized her at the same time, consuming her, spiraling her in a shuddering wave of pleasure.

She fell forward against Doug’s chest, breathing hard. She could hear his heartbeat beneath her ear. It might not be a human heart, but it was real. And it was hers.

He pushed a sweaty strand of hair from her cheek and kissed the top of her head. “I love you, Attie Swan. Thank you for rescuing me.”

She sighed, heart full of love for him. “I love you, too, forever and always.”

This man was hers. The future was hers.

Together, they could conquer anything.

Chapter 23

The Hardship’s battered hull looked like something cobbled together by garan’uk children. As Doug watched it settle onto the Icarus’s shuttle bay floor, he examined the mismatched plating and sensor arrays that didn’t quite fit the space they’d been given. He didn’t know a lot about ships, but this one had to be on its last legs.

Attie’s hand squeezed his from where she waited beside him. “Excited?”

Doug nodded, trying to hide his worry. He hadn’t spoken to his twin sister since helping her get rid of the nanites, and he hadn’t seen her face to face much longer than that. What would she think of all his cybernetics?

“Stop worrying,” said Attie, poking him in the side. “She’s your sister. It’s going to be okay.”

The Hardship’s cargo ramp popped open with a hiss and began descending with excruciating slowness, groaning as it moved.

Doug’s impatience got the better of him. He strode forward and grabbed the lip, pulling until the base thudded against the deck.

A small figure threw herself against him in a full-body hug. “Doug! It’s really you!”

“Hi, Lisa.” He pressed his human cheek against her soft charcoal hair and lifted her in a bear hug. She’d always been much shorter than he was, but his cybernetic legs had given him another few centimeters of height. It felt good to be close to her again; being separated from her for so long had been like losing a limb—and he knew exactly how that felt.

Behind her, a blonde woman strode down the ramp, pistols jostling against each hip. She barely looked at them as she beelined it toward Attie. Marlis. He recognized her from the Icarus’s security log. Two big Denaidan men with full beards lingered at the top of the ramp, pistols at their