ENVER: SciFi Cyborg Romance (Cyn City Cyborgs Book 2)

by Pearl Foxx

He grinned, his other hand crawling under the hem of her shirt. It snaked upward, smooth and icy across her stomach. His fingertips rode over her ribs and fanned out to grope her breast. His thumb rubbed across her nipple, already hard. She hummed and he squeezed her thigh again, making her body flinch.

  Imogen leaned in for a kiss and Enver denied her. The top of her head rested on his chin. Her breath fell across his chest, her skin scattering into ripples of elation.

  “And how do you feel now?” Squeezing her breast, he twisted her nipple between his fingers, jolting her body forward. His fingertips below teased her pussy. “Reflexes are back.”

  “This is not fair…” She moaned, a hand gripping his arm, wanting him to stop playing around and to give her what she really needed.

  “How so?”

  Her hand dropped between his thighs, rubbing his hard cock over his pants. “I want this.”

  “You can’t have that, not yet.”

  His fingers slipped inside her and she moaned against his chest.

  Desperate, she fumbled with his belt, then the button, and searched for his zipper.

  He picked up the pace thrusting his digits into her while stroking her clit.

  She ran her tongue against his chest and his movements slowed enough to make her smile. Suckling the taut skin, her fingers finally found his zipper. Panting with need, she unzipped his pants. His length flexed in anticipation of her touch. Her lips enjoying his salty flavors as they moved down his torso.

  The further she sucked and licked, the closer to his throbbing erection, the less he focused on his efforts between her thighs. Her tongue teased the tip of his cock and he moaned.

  She gripped his thighs, pulling her knees up onto the bed. Her body arched downward, lips letting just the tip slide in and out between them. He moaned, a hand cupping the back of her head, silver fingers clutching her blonde hair. He tried to push inside her mouth, but she denied him. A groan only gave him a sweep of her tongue and suckling along his cock.

  He shoved the chair away and stood, shoving her back onto the bed. It squeaked in complaint, but was ignored.

  Imogen lifted her shirt off, the nipples of her breast peddled and red.

  Enver let his pants slide to the floor and kicked them out of the way. He reached for her, wrapping his arms around and under her. His hot mouth met one nipple than the other. Her body shuddering as teeth teased to pull them before suckling them.

  She squirmed under him, but it wasn’t enough, she needed all of him. His lips met hers, tongue lashing out and devouring her mouth as if he were tasting the last water on Earth. He pulled away, his hands sliding out from her shoulder blades, dancing across her hips and gripped the waist of her skirt below her belly button. He paused, locking eyes with her.

  Her blood boiling with unfiltered lust for his touch.

  “Rip it,” she commanded.

  He did so with ease, his face lowering between her thighs. The heat of his tongue striking against her sent set her body on fire. His lips wrapped around her clit and a gentle suck sent her legs shaking. Another lick and suck caused her to arch to the point only the top of her head and ass touched the cot. Enver pulled away long enough to see her settle down on the mattress before he dove back in. His lips and tongue wasted no time. He explored her, devoured her, and fingers slid their way inside her.

  Her fingers clawed at the back of his head. Their purpose confused, unsure whether to keep him there or to pull him away so she could feel him inside her. She shrieked as an orgasm broke over her without warning but his unrelenting assault did not wane. She rocked her hips.

  Enver pulled her hands away, he dragged her to the edge of the cot. He towered over her like a hungry wolf.

  He entered her slowly. His cock hard and hot.

  Imogen hummed, so wet that he slid in like a caress.

  He pushed himself as far as their hips would allow and he leaned down. His breath spilled over her nipple and her core clenched around him. He pulled out, slow and agonizing, moaning at the heat and the pleasure it brought them both. Another drawn out push into her and her body shook. Her knees bent up so they rubbed against his ribs, her fingers clawing for more.

  He increased his pace and each stroke sent her body into a frenzy. Her arms reached around to his back, nails digging into the flesh. The fire burning in her cores blazed. Her breast pressed against the muscles of his chest

  His cybernetic arm reached down and lifted one leg higher. He slid in deeper.

  She cried out and her legs tremored. She could feel every inch of him as he slammed in and out of her. His moans seduced her ears and soon she couldn’t take anymore.

  Enver reared up, panting, a loud grunt escaping him.

  She pushed herself against him, as she reached a second wave of ecstasy, staring into her lovers eyes as he released inside of her.

  She reached for him, pulling him down to her lips before tenderly cupping his face. “I love you, Enver.”

  “I love you, Imogen.”

  Epilogue

  Mason

  “Kat, wait for me,” Mason called after his daughter as they entered the glass skyscraper in central Sky City.

  “It’s okay, Daddy, I can go myself.” She had her lime green suitcase in one hand and the other already pressing the elevator door.

  “I know you can, kiddo, but your old man likes to take you up himself.”

  Kat frowned and turned away from him.

  Shit

  His fucking in laws were probably talking crap about him again in front of her. He’d tried standing up to them, but without them he wouldn’t be able to send her to the Sky City school district and he’d fucking eat his badge before he’d send her to school in the slums.

  “Okay honey, you’re all big and grown now, I guess you don’t need me to walk you up.”

  She smiled up and him and dropped her hold on her suitcase, wrapping her arms around his middle tight. She was getting strong. Seven years old already and tough like her mama. When Jackie had died, he never thought he’d survive it. But Kat had held him together, her little face reminding him every single day why he got up in the morning.

  The elevator chimed and Mason watched as his daughter scurried off to grab her back and slide into the metal box. She pressed the button and waved until the doors closed.

  He stood there and watched the closed doors, listening to the spinning gears that sent his baby up to his in laws clutches, or ex-in laws, or late in laws. He wasn’t sure how that worked when you were a widower. They blamed him for her death, for dragging her down into the slums, even though the slums hadn’t given her cancer so aggressive even the latest stem-cell and nanite technology couldn’t cure her. The slums hadn’t ravaged her body so fast he’d hardly heard the doctor’s diagnosis before she was gone. But the slums had been there to hold him together, to give him meaning.

  He sniffed and straightened his posture, his blue police uniform dingy in the white and glass halls of Sky City.

  Well fuck them all. The snobs who said he wasn’t good enough for her never loved anyone the way he’d loved her. And now he had Kat, who was Jackie’s mirror image, but with even more attitude than his spitfire wife had. And he’d do anything for her, even if it meant swallowing his bride to make sure she got the best education possible. Even if it meant letting Chance slip him a little money for giving him a heads up before raids on the Cyborg Fights. No one really cared, it was all a publicity stunt anyway. Once every two years some official would get it in their craw to make an example.

  Mason didn’t have time for people like that. Either you’re good or you’re not. Do the right thing or shut the fuck up. So he did his own right thing.

  “Hey meathook, you gonna stand there all day?”

  Mason turned and found a small curly haired woman with her hands on her hips. She wore pants so tight he was pretty sure they were just her legs dyed black and an orange and red patterned shirt that hurt his eyes.

  “What did you call me?” he
asked, scratching his beard.

  “Meathook, you know like left hook, but only one of yours is made of actual meat.”

  He sighed. “Great, a ecovangelist in training. Or are you one of those transhumanists who thinks you’re above a few gears?”

  “I don’t know, are you one of those metal-heads who aren’t good for anything but work no sane person would do?”

  Mason blanched, taken aback, and then to his eternal shock, the girl started to laugh. Her curls flew everywhere, bouncing from one side of her head to the other like they had minds of their own. Medusa and her snakes would have been hard pressed to outdo her.

  “Hey, no offense big guy, just say you standing here like a depressing statue and thought I’d fuck with you a little. I’m Meira.”

  Mason stared at her, unable to put together a coherent sentence. He was just fucking with him? He had to be twice her weight and easily a foot taller, and wore a fucking CCPD badge on his chest. What kind of person just starts shit with someone like him?

  “You gotta be out of your fucking mind.” The words tumbled out as he shook his head.

  “Maybe so, see ya’ around Meathook.” She glided passed him and out the door.

  A beat too late he called out, “It’s Mason.”

  But she was gone, the glass door clicking shut behind her as he watched her ass in those sinfully tight pants. Meira, huh?

  Before he could think about her any more, a blast rang out from the building’s office at the end of the hall, sending shards of glass through the air. Shit. He ran toward the sound. Someone had set off a bomb, a small one, but from the wires hanging from the ceiling and the damage done to the tech in the room, it was well made and targeted, and set off at a time when no one would be there.

  And from the room he was pretty sure Meira had just sauntered out of.

  I hope you enjoyed Chance and Verity’s story!

  Don’t miss MASON - Book Three of the Cyn City Cyborgs. Featuring Mason and Meira.

  A widowed cyborg cop willing to do anything for his daughter, and the anarchist who makes him question everything he ever believed.

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