10 All Night 🌶️🌶️🌶️

Sevika doesn't let me sleep all night. It's as if the moment our lips met, some floodgate inside her burst open, and now there's no stopping her. She touches me like she's starving, like she's been deprived her whole life of anything that wasn't cold, transactional, or hollow. 

Her hands explore every inch of me, her fingertips grazing over places I didn't even realize could ache for attention. She moves with a deliberate, almost reverent focus, as though she's memorizing the feel of my skin under her calloused palms.

And I'm not sure I want her to stop.

Her kisses are both soft and demanding, alternating between featherlight touches and bruising intensity. She leaves no part of me untouched—lips brushing along my neck, down my collarbone, biting gently at the curve of my shoulder. Each nip sends a jolt through me, pleasure mixed with just the right amount of sting. I arch beneath her, gasping, my breath stolen again and again by her relentless devotion.

Her mouth moves lower, leaving trails of heat along my ribs, my stomach, until I'm trembling beneath her. She's thorough, savoring every moment, every reaction, as if cataloging them for later. When she bites down just hard enough on the inside of my thigh, I cry out, the sound swallowed by the low chuckle that rumbles from her chest.

"Thought you said you could handle it," she teases, her voice rough, her breath hot against my skin.

"I can," I manage, though my voice is shaking, ragged.

Sevika shifts, her bionic arm resting cool and heavy against my waist, grounding me. Her other hand slides between my thighs, her fingers slow but sure, her touch driving me wild. She watches me, her eyes dark with desire, her lips curling into a wicked grin when I shudder beneath her.

"You're a liar," she says softly, leaning in to capture my lips again.

Her wet fingers, slick with my arousal, glide up to my mouth, pressing against my lips. Without hesitation, I part them, taking her fingers in, tasting myself on her. My tongue swirls around them, and when I bite down lightly, just to test her, Sevika groans, a low, throaty sound that makes me even more desperate for her.

"You like that?" I ask, biting again, harder this time.

She chuckles, her voice husky, rough with amusement. "I like a lot of things," she replies, her voice dark with promise. "But you biting me? That's a  favorite."

I suck on her fingers, slow and deliberate, and she watches with an intensity that makes me feel as though I'm the only thing that matters in the world. She's ravenous, and yet, there's tenderness in the way she holds me, like she's savoring every second.

Sevika's bionic arm hums faintly as she adjusts it, the soft whirr of its mechanisms a haunting contrast to the molten desire coursing through me. She's got me spread out beneath her, naked and trembling, my thighs slick with sweat and arousal. Her smirk is wicked, her sharp eyes glinting with a mixture of amusement and hunger. I know she's enjoying this—enjoying me—and that thought alone has me squirming.

She presses the cool, smooth surface of her vibrating arm against my aching clit, and I jolt, a sharp gasp tearing from my throat. It's maddeningly gentle, just enough pressure to tease, to send little shocks of pleasure radiating through me, but nowhere near enough to satisfy. I writhe under her touch, panting, desperate, and she chuckles, low and throaty, the sound dripping with dark amusement.

"Look at you," she murmurs, voice rough. "Already falling apart, huh?"

"Sevika," I whimper, hips bucking against her. "Please."

She tuts softly, the corner of her mouth quirking up in a smirk. "Not yet. I'm enjoying this too much."

Her arm vibrates steadily, pressing just slightly harder against my clit, and I cry out, my hands clawing at the sheets beneath me. My body is a live wire, every nerve alight, and all I can do is take it—take her. She watches me, her gaze dark with desire, her lips curling in satisfaction at the way I writhe, the way my face twists in pleasure and frustration.

"Gosh, you're beautiful," she says, and her words send a flush through me, heat pooling in my belly.

By the time she finally lets me fall over the edge, I'm trembling, incoherent, my body arching as the orgasm crashes over me. My thighs shake, my breath comes in ragged gasps, and Sevika just smirks, watching me fall apart.

"That's one," she says, voice thick with satisfaction.

Before I can catch my breath, she presses the vibrating arm back to my oversensitive clit, and I scream, thrashing under her as the sensation becomes too much. She doesn't stop. She doesn't ease up. She drags me through another peak, and then another, each one more intense than the last, until I'm reduced to a trembling, sobbing mess, begging for mercy.

When she finally thrust her finger into me, I squeal, the feeling so intense it leaves me breathless. Her bionic arm is cool, unyielding, vibrating inside me with an unrelenting rhythm. She grabs my throat with her human hand, pulling me into a fierce, messy kiss. Our teeth clash, our tongues tangle, and I moan into her mouth, utterly lost.

Her pace is brutal, driving into me without pause, her mouth moving to my neck where she sucks harsh bruises into my skin. Her fingers pinch and tug at my nipples, drawing more helpless cries from me, pushing me closer to the edge again, even though I'm sure I've already gone too far.

Her fingers pinch my clit, and I scream, body convulsing as the orgasm rips through me, violent and overwhelming. I'm shaking, trembling, barely able to breathe, and she strokes my head gently, whispering praises into my ear.

She pulls out of me, and I whimper at the loss, the overstimulation making my body twitch. Sevika wraps me in her arms, humming softly as she cleans me up, her bionic arm now gentle as it brushes against my skin. Her lips press soft kisses to my temple, and I nuzzle into her, letting the warmth of her voice lull me into a peaceful sleep.

For the first time in what feels like forever, I fall asleep with a smile.