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and it made it difficult for him to stay away from her. He didn't want to be separated from her. He would follow her anywhere she went whether she wanted him to or not. She was stuck with him now. Period.
    Phoebe moved in his arms. She yawned and looked at him with sleepy eyes. He turned them onto their sides, and when Phoebe lifted her leg and placed it on his hip, he knew what she wanted. He was hard for her almost all the time. The intense need for her wasn't as desperate as it had been the first day, but it was still there. He still needed her several times each day and Phoebe knew it.
    He moved a little bit up, and without much effort, he found her entrance. Phoebe closed her eyes when he pushed inside. He was glad she let him love her again. He preferred this rather than her using her hands and mouth on him like she had done the last two days. A pleased moan left her mouth as the passion slowly took him over. He would never grow tired of this. The feeling was amazing and beyond anything he would ever be able to describe. He wanted to stay like this forever, moving slowly inside of her while he held her in his arms, satisfying her.
    Phoebe still looked sleepy, but a smile decorated her sweet features. It was a smile that reached deep inside of him. He needed that smile to satisfy his hunger for her. It was an emotional hunger that would never leave him. She would have to keep satisfying his hunger each and every day for the rest of their lives to make sure he was fine, and he knew that she wouldn't mind.
    Phoebe placed a hand on his behind and made him move faster. Shade obeyed. The slow pace was starting to frustrate him too. The need to come grew and he pushed himself closer to her, moving even deeper inside of her. It made Phoebe gasp, but he knew it wasn't from pain. He saw it on her face.
    “Don't stop,” she moaned. “I'm close ...”
    She wrinkled her forehead as he increased his pace even more and felt the passion fog his mind. It took over him and stopping was the last thing he wanted. He couldn't. He was beyond the point where he could pull out and stop. He needed to finish now. He was hanging on a thin thread between complete satisfaction and frustration.
    He closed his eyes and wrapped his arm around Phoebe, placing his face against her throat while he thrust in and out of her with desperation. Each time he hit deep inside of her, Phoebe moaned and it didn't take long before he felt her tense. She screamed out her pleasure way too close to his ear. The sound would sing in it for a while, but right now, he didn't care. When her vaginal muscles clamped around his hard shaft like a tight glove, he knew he wouldn't last long. He felt the passion hit him in his spine, traveling fast into his balls and filling his shaft. He felt himself explode inside of her. His body jerked, his head spun, and his toes curled as his roar filled the room.
    Afterward, they lay in each other's arms in silence, just enjoying each other's company. Words weren't necessary. Phoebe eventually fell asleep as he kept holding her in his arms. He knew she was exhausted. He was a newborn cyborg after all, and because of that, he demanded a lot from her during his first few days. It was nothing he had control over. That was just the way it was, but Phoebe didn't mind any of it even if he had to awaken her several times each night when holding her wasn't enough anymore.
    About an hour later, she opened her eyes again and gave him a pleased but tired smile. “Do you need me again?”
    He shook his head. “I can wait. You need to rest.”
    “The feelings aren't that bad anymore?”
    “No. They don't drive me like they did yesterday.”
    “That's good. How does your head feel?”
    “Clearer with each passing hour. I understand now what most things in here are. I can also think easier.”
    Phoebe took a deep breath and gave out a pleased sigh. The complete happiness that was written all over her face felt good on the inside. That was how he