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didn’t have to be the one to break that barrier, because his mouth covered mine without hesitation. As if he could read what I was thinking. What I wanted. Desired.
    Fuck, was this desire?
    I’d never been more consumed and out of control.
    My pistol skittered across the concrete floor as I threw it to the side and turned on him, covering his body with mine, thrusting our groins together harshly when I fell on him.
    He recaptured my lips, biting down. I opened to him, let his tongue inside my mouth, exploring. Taking. Feeding off the groan that escaped my throat.
    Armise grabbed my ass and arched into me, his moans filling the air. I couldn’t open my eyes, couldn’t look at him because I knew I was too unhinged. This was dangerous—he was dangerous—and I couldn’t find the will to stop. I had to come. To feel him let go, to shudder underneath me. I’d never wanted anything more in my life.
    I gripped his hands, lifted them and pinned them above his head. He fought the restraint, but I knew he wasn’t putting all his strength into the effort. Armise was stronger than me, but he let me hold him down and fuck against him. My bare chest rasped on the fabric of his shirt and pulled it up to reveal his muscled torso. I dipped my head down and took his nipple between my teeth, biting down hard, then licking at the nub until his entire body was taut beneath me, straining for release.
    I could feel the hardness of his cock through the layers separating us. I wanted to touch him skin to skin, to wrap my mouth around his dick and feel him come apart just from my touch. But I’d already flipped over a line that never should have been crossed. I told myself this was only one time. This wouldn’t happen again. Couldn’t happen again.
    I chased the incongruous sensations of warmth, pain and the coldness of Armise, the heady mix drawing me closer to the edge. Armise wrapped his leg around my thigh and thrust against me, his body tensing as he cried out and came, spilling hot on my stomach. I had no choice but to do the same.
    My vision blackened, my hands tightening around his wrists, as my release surged through me. I rolled off him as soon as the desire to capture his lips once more flitted through my consciousness. I sought out my pistol, dragging it into my grip by my fingertips, and held it against my chest, keeping the barrel decisively pointed in Armise’s direction.
    I didn’t know what to expect from him.
    My focus returned to our current situation, just how vulnerable both of us were, and I decided that it was in my best interest to get the fuck out of this storefront and away from Armise as quickly as possible. I zipped up my uniform and got to my feet, warily eyeing Armise where he still lay on the cold floor.
    His eyes were closed, his breathing ragged, his chest and softening cock exposed.
    I didn’t speak as I crossed the room, picked up my shirt and pulled it over my shoulders, feeling the stitches Armise had put there pulling angrily in protest. I started towards the door, scouting the windows as I walked to the door that was still partially open from when Armise and I had fled inside. Behind me I could hear the scrape of Armise’s boots on the floor.
    “I’ll catch you the next time around,” Armise announced in a cocky tone. I could almost hear the smile on his lips.
    I scoffed and barrelled through the door, before slamming it behind me.
     

Chapter One
     
     
     
    Year 2558
    The Continental States
     
    Pain. Blinding, searing, blood-vaporising pain.
    No matter how many times I went through a transport, the effect was always the same. Debilitating.
    My body seized up, spasmed, and I could feel the moment my particles scattered. A vast emptiness fell upon me, one that I’d come to associate with agony, even though that exact moment was the most peaceful of the transition.
    But what came next caught me unaware. Every single time.
    The world—my existence—flashed out of being then slammed back. A