Lying on Magnus’ big bed, Ever tried to even out her breathing. Her brain had given up thinking for the moment.

Wow. She stretched, enjoying the lazy feeling flowing through her body. Tendrils of pleasure still licked in her belly.

Magnus lay beside her, stroking her bare skin.

“So, clearly, you’re an expert at making me come.” She pushed up on her elbow. “But what do you want?”

“Your pleasure.”

She paused. No man had ever been solely focused on pleasing her so much. It was…amazing.

She leaned over him and opened his shirt. He didn’t move, and she brushed her fingertips over his skin, moving up to where his cybernetic arm met his flesh. Metal and skin. Man and machine. She loved the contrast, was fascinated by every inch of him.

But she knew he had the same wants and needs as any man. He’d told her that he was used to dampening his feelings, but as she stared into his eyes, she saw a wealth of emotion.

Ever slid her hand down, scratching one of his nipples with her fingernail. He sucked in a sharp breath.

“You want to please me?” Man, was that husky voice hers?

“Yes.”

“What will please me is you, naked. Clothes off.”

Watching her, Magnus slid to the edge of the bed and stood. He shrugged his shirt off. Sweet Jesus, the man was built. She had to touch him again.

She reached out, gripping his hips, and pulled him closer. His big body went still, but vibrated with tension. She undid his belt, and then the fastenings on his trousers. She felt his intense gaze on her, and when she looked up, his cheekbones were heightened with color, and his eyes were heavy-lidded.

Then she freed his big cock. Oh, yes.

Leaning forward, Ever wrapped her fingers around his long, hard length, then licked the wide head. He groaned, and as she licked down his cock, taking her time and enjoying the musky taste of him, she saw the muscles in his legs strain.

Her belly quivered. There was nothing quite as intoxicating as seeing the proof that you were affecting a strong man. She sucked him into her mouth and moaned with pleasure. His hand slid into her hair, and she sucked harder. She pulled him deeper and was rewarded by his harsh groan.

As she worked him, she felt some of his control slip. His hips pumped forward, his cock shoving farther into her mouth.

“Ever…” A guttural sound.

She pulled off with a popping noise. “Do you like this?”

His fingers tightened in her hair. “Yes.”

She licked under the head of his cock, finding a sensitive spot. He groaned again.

“Do you like seeing my lips around your cock?”

His eyes fired. “Yes.” His hand slid down to her cheek, nudging his cock back into her mouth.

Ever sucked him harder, loving the way his gaze was glued to her mouth.

Gripping the base of his cock, she kept pleasuring him. God, she loved this.

“Ever…I’m…” His hips thrust forward again.

She pulled back. “Come, Magnus.” She sucked him in again.

A moment later, his body went as stiff as a board. Then, with a harsh cry, he came. She tasted his salty release in her mouth and she swallowed it down.

Suddenly, his hands slid under her armpits, and he lifted her up like she weighed nothing. He set her down in the center of the bed. As he pressed one knee to the covers, she saw that his cock was still hard.

She reached out, stroking him. “I guess there are a few advantages to being a cyborg.”

He grunted. “I’m always hard around you.”

Her heart thumped against her ribs. His body shifted over hers, but she saw that he was careful to keep his weight off her. He sat back on his knees and nudged her legs apart. The broad head of his cock nestled at her folds and she made a whimpering sound. Their gazes locked. She was on fire, and she needed him so much.

Then, he pushed forward. She moaned again, her body stretching to take him. God, she was so full, and he was going so deep.

Finally, he was lodged within her, and then he pulled back, making her cry out. He started thrusting.

Each plunge was heavy and powerful. She felt the muscles straining in his back, and she reached up, scratching her nails down the skin.

“Need you.” His deep voice rumbled through her.

“You have me.”

Soon, he was thrusting harder, the bed thumping against the wall. Yes. Possessed by her cyborg. It was everything she’d ever wanted.

One of his hands moved to grip hers. He pinned both her hands above her head. He held her there, his hips pistoning inside her. She loved every second of it.

Ever’s orgasm crashed over her and she came hard. She screamed, thrusting herself up against his big body.

Then Magnus grunted, thrust one more time, and jetted his release inside her.

He dropped down beside her, pulling her into his body. Their sweaty skin stuck them together, and their thundering heartbeats were the only things she could hear.

Then she felt his lips brush her bare shoulder, and she knew nothing had ever felt so right to her before.

* * *

Naked, Magnus walked out of the bathroom, a warm cloth in his hand. Ever hadn’t moved, and was still sprawled on his bed with a lazy, well-satisfied smile on her face.

He sat beside her, nudging her thighs apart, and cleaned between her legs.

His body was still tingling. He’d never felt so much pleasure before. His cock was already hard again, stretching upward to brush his belly. But he ignored it. Right now, he was focused on Ever.

He took his time cleaning her and then tossed the cloth aside. Because he couldn’t stop himself, he stroked her with his fingers. She was so pretty and soft there. Pink and swollen. His.

She moaned and stretched like a hunting cat.

He moved back onto the bed, resting his back against the headboard. But he didn’t take his eyes off that gorgeous body.

Memories trickled into his head. But instead of her skin drenched in the golden light of his bedroom, it was Ever’s glossy skin drenched in shadows. Her husky cries echoing off stone walls. He remembered her straddling him and taking his cock deep.

“You’re quiet.” She shifted on the bed and moved up beside him.

He pulled her to straddle his lap, his hands clamping on her hips. More memories came. This was how they’d made love in the desert. They’d been desperate for each other, to touch and feel.

Magnus remembered now. He’d been overwhelmed with emotions—need, desire, pleasure. He’d tried to stop her, worried that she was vulnerable, but she’d told him that she was finally doing what she wanted, and had refused to stop.

“I remember.” He lifted her up, his cock rubbing the folds between her legs.

Her eyelids fluttered. “The desert?”

“Yes.” The head of his cock lodged in her warmth, and then he used his hold on her hips to push her down.

As his cock slid inside her, stretching her, she let out a strangled moan. “You remember that first time in the desert?”

“Yes. I took you just like this.”

She let out a breath. “No, I took you just like this.”

He stilled, lodged deep. “I remember we talked for hours. You tended my wounds.”

She nodded. “And I finally drifted off to sleep for the first time in so long, knowing you were keeping watch. But I had a nightmare, and you held me.”

“Then you attacked me,” he said with a faint smile.

She gasped, rising up on her knees. But Magnus pushed her down again. Drak, she felt like a hot glove closing around him.

“I did not.” Her tone was indignant. She tilted her head, a smile on her face. “Well, maybe a little. You were so strong and hard. Don’t tell me that I took advantage of the big, bad cyborg?”

Even then, wounded and caged, he’d felt a connection with her. He’d felt the overwhelming need to please her, care for her.

“You rode me hard that first time,” he said.

She started to move, hips slapping against his. “Like this?”

She slid up and down on his cock, and Magnus gritted his teeth. “Yes.”

“God, it felt good then, and it feels good now.” She was panting, riding him hard. “Afterward, you took me again.” Her voice hitched.

“From behind.” The memory of her rounded ass shoving back against him made his gut clench.

“Yes.” A husky whisper. Her inner muscles clamped down on his cock.

Magnus pushed up, lifting her off his cock. He spun her around, planting her on her hands and knees in the center of his bed.

“Magnus—”

He gripped her hips, sliding one hand over the smooth cheek of her ass. Then he moved forward, notched his cock between her thighs, and thrust inside.

She arched her back. “Yes.”

She pushed back against him, and it wasn’t long before Magnus was slamming into her warm body. He slid a hand beneath her, finding that little nub, and stroked.

“More,” she panted. “Harder.”

Whatever Ever wanted, he’d give it to her. He increased his thrusts, gritting his teeth to hold off his own release. A second later, she splintered apart, crying out.

He gripped her hips harder and picked up the pace of his thrusts. It only took a few more plunges into her tight body for his orgasm to hit him.

It was like taking a round to the chest. He roared his release.

His body shaking, he pulled her down onto the bed. He couldn’t find a pillow and glanced around. The bed was completely wrecked. The blankets were skewed, and all of the pillows were on the floor. He didn’t care. He curled around her body and pressed a big palm to her belly.

“I’m glad you remember,” she said.

“Me, too. I’m sorry, Ever. I’m sorry I left you there.” Pain clawed at him. To think of what they’d shared, and then his gladiators had rescued him, and she’d been left behind. “I’m sorry that I couldn’t remember.”

She turned to face him, stroking his jaw. “It’s not your fault. You were injured, and I’m sorry to tell you this—” her voice lowered “—but you aren’t all-powerful.”

“They expected me to be.”

She stilled. “The military?”

He nodded. “I was their best killer. The most efficient and the one with the most kills.”

Another stroke over his cheek. “You aren’t what they made you. You’re the man that you’ve made yourself to be. Imperator, rescuer, friend, ally.” She kissed him. “Lover. I like you, Magnus. A lot.”

He pressed his hips against her, his hardening cock rubbing against her skin.

She laughed. “I guess you like me, too.”

“A lot,” he murmured, taking her mouth with his.

A laugh escaped her. “Again?”

“You do need help with your pregnancy hormones.”

Her smile lit up her face. “It is very kind of you to help me out.”

He stood, liking the way her hot gaze stroked over his naked body. He scooped her into his arms.

“Where are we going?” she asked.

“I’d like to fuck you in the shower now.”

She licked her lips. “Oh. Well, carry on.”