Page 101 of The Virgin's Cyborg

She smiled back.

He pulled her into his arms, and they started to kiss. Her little arms wrapped around his neck, and he pulled her up to him. Their kiss was hard and frantic, and she put her hands in his hair. His Craving roared to life, and he felt almost possessed by it.

By her.

He was possessed by his passion and desire for Eleanor. Unlike any female, he'd ever known. He would never get enough of her. Ever.

He would die for her.

Today.

If that's what needed to happen to protect her.

And it wasn't any protocol talking. This was purely him. His primitive side.

His Rhimodian.

He moved to the nearest hard surface--the wall. Pressed her against it.

Hard and frantic, his hands went over her sides, feeling her breasts.

She groaned and sighed as he touched her. He rocked his hips into hers, and she moaned. She started pulling open her clothing until he had access to her breasts. He ran his hand over them, twisting and playing with the nipples. The more she moaned, the more he did.

"Jedriek!"

Eleanor smiled and wiggled against him.

He pulled off her bottoms, and in a moment, his own flight suit disappeared, and he impaled her. She felt so amazing, wrapped around him. Both externally with her legs and internally around his cock. He'd never felt anything that made him feel so complete like she did. He rocked into her, and she cried out as he increased his pace to bring her to a quick completion. She panted as he thrust a few more quick times, his own orgasm taking him hard.

In a moment, they both were panting, a sheen of sweat on his brow.

"I need to go," he whispered.

"Hurry back," she said.

Their eyes met.

"I promise."