“I almostmadeyou bite my… pussy,” she barely managed on a whisper.
His lust spiked so hard, it tore a harsh groan from him.
“Oh God!” she gasped at his reaction. “Youwantthat!”
“I want every part of you,” he said, everything shaking on him and in him.
“Then take it,” she whispered hotly. “Take all of it while youfuckme.”
Bishop pulled her to the edge of the desk and entered her with a thrust that shook it. A hungry rage tore from his chest, while her cry pinged his soldier architecture.
Her legs wrapped around him and his palms hit the desk.
His second thrust smashed into the bite matrix and his soldier blasted online, flagging it as combat load with the woman he wrote into its architecture.
He held himself above her, hips and lower spine locked in damage control.
Her gaze cleared a little as she whispered between breaths, “What’s wrong?”
Bishop lowered his mouth near her cheek, his breaths strained. “Nothing with you,” he swore, while he adjusted the parameter.Reclassify for lovemaking.
The architecture hit him with a cold pulse.Protected contact under combat load.
“Bishop?”
Fuck him. “I moved too hard,” he said, keeping his voice steady. “My body caught it wrong.”
Her hand slid up his arm, soft and careful, and the lock bit down harder at the confirmed threat-risk. Her touch, her skin, her scent—it was all written deeply into his protection matrix.
Bishop forced the command down into cleaner terms.Create exception. Intimate contact. Consent present. Distress absent. Injury absent. Maintain force governor. Release spinal lock.
The architecture held for one brutal second then began easing by degrees, giving him back just enough movement to be a fucking celibate brother.
“Is it… from the stuff you did to yourself?” she whispered, sliding her silky legs all over his body.
He moved his hands under her and locked his fingers onto her shoulders, ready to try a manual override. “It has safety locks with you.”
Her legs paused on him with the barest snicker. “Oh my God,” she said, restrained laughter in her tone.
His system seemed to interpretate her response asride over,releasing cock deflation chemicals.
“Is it… really funny at this second?” he marveled.
Another snicker escaped her as she stroked his face. “I just can’t believe you would put safety locks on your…”
“And I just can’t believe you’re surprised I did.”
Her dreamy smile and sigh came with renewed leg rubbing. “Saint Sahvrin saves me again.” Happy tears filled her eyes and she pulled his mouth to hers. “And Bishop issomad-mad.”
His anger snapped like a twig at how much she loved that.
He kissed her back. “I can’t fucking stand him right now.”
His whole body pulsed with her big laugh and he buried his mouth at her neck. “No more fucking and biting I guess.”
The way she froze beneath him broughthisbig laugh. “It’s allllll smiles and giggles till ma petite doesn’t get the kind of fucking she wants.”
“It’s just…”