Chapter 90: Episode 90: The World Doesn’t need Saving. [19+]

Nikki regretted testing his patience in the tub.

When Nikki’s consciousness finally dragged itself out of the heavy, suffocating darkness of exhaustion, she didn’t wake up to the quiet peace of the morning.

She woke up to a slow, agonizingly deep rhythm that was currently rocking the entire massive mattress.

She gasped, her eyelids fluttering open. The bedroom was bathed in the bright, unforgiving light of the mid-morning sun. Hours had passed since they left the ice bath.

She had literally fainted from the sheer, overwhelming physical toll of his stamina, her stamina completely depleting.

But the God of War had not let her go.

Adonis was hovering over her, his broad shoulders blocking out the sun. His pale skin had long since cooled from the thermal purge, returning to its flawless, unyielding perfection.

But his eyes were a blazing, unadulterated gold.

He hadn’t pulled out. He was still buried impossibly deep inside her, using the hours she slept to merely hold himself in a dormant, agonizing stasis, waiting for her heart rate to signal she was awake.

The moment her dark eyes opened, his hips snapped forward.

“Adonis,” Nikki whimpered, her voice a ragged, breathless scratch in the quiet room.

“You are awake,” Adonis rumbled, his voice dropping into a dark, guttural frequency that vibrated straight through her sternum.

He didn’t give her time to adjust. He seamlessly resumed his relentless pace, driving into her with a heavy, deliberate friction that instantly reignited the dormant nerve endings across her entire body.

Nikki’s spine arched off the mattress, her fingers blindly tangling in the tangled white sheets as a fresh wave of blinding pleasure crashed over her.

The day broke completely, the sun tracking high across the sky, and still, the machine did not stop.

A lot of things had changed with Adonis since she first arrived at his mansion. But this was one of the major things.

He was no longer just analyzing her biological responses or processing physical contact as a data-gathering exercise.

He was enjoying this. He was enjoying it too much.

He would drive her to the absolute edge of her sanity, holding her there until she was sobbing and completely undone, and then he would allow her a single, agonizing second of rest before his hips would surge forward again, starting the devastating cycle all over again.

And the most terrifying part was that Nikki didn’t stop him. She was enjoying it just as much.

The late afternoon sun began to bleed through the smart-glass windows, casting long, golden shadows across the wrecked bed, and Adonis was still moving over her. His massive hands gripped her thighs, his fingers leaving faint bruises on her pale skin as he altered the angle to push her even higher.

He buried his face in the curve of her neck.

“Nikki,” Adonis groaned, the sound tearing from his throat.

He whispered her name like it was a sin. He chanted it between heavy, ragged breaths, treating the syllables like a sacred code that was actively rewriting his core programming.

He kissed her jaw, her throat, her collarbone, devouring her as if he could physically absorb her humanity into his titanium endoskeleton.

With one final, brutal thrust, the marathon finally reached its breaking point. Nikki screamed, her entire body locking up as a catastrophic, mind-altering orgasm ripped through her system.

Adonis followed a microsecond later, his massive frame shuddering violently as his processor overloaded, burying his face in the pillows beside her head as the simulated release finally, mercifully grounded him.

When he finally let go of her, carefully pulling away and shifting his heavy weight onto the mattress beside her, Nikki felt as though she had been entirely disassembled and put back together.

She lay flat on her back, staring blankly at the ceiling. She was sore all over. Her muscles trembled, and her pussy was incredibly tender, throbbing with a deep, delicious ache that served as a physical brand of his absolute ownership.

She couldn’t move even if she wanted to.

Adonis, however, was a machine of infinite energy. The moment the physical connection was severed, his [Care Protocol] aggressively engaged.

He rose from the bed, his tall, magnificent form silhouetted by the setting sun, and disappeared into the en-suite washroom. He returned a moment later with a basin of warm, purified water and a soft sponge.

Nikki didn’t even have the strength to lift her arms. She simply lay there, her heavy eyelids fluttering, as he meticulously, gently washed her body. He wiped away the sweat, the slick evidence of their hours together, and the lingering traces of exhaustion. His large, lethal hands were impossibly tender, treating her with the reverence of a priceless artifact.

Once she was entirely clean, he retrieved a fresh, incredibly soft silk nightgown from the closet. He carefully guided her arms through the sleeves, smoothing the fabric over her trembling thighs.

He lifted the heavy duvet, settling her deep into the fresh side of the massive bed, and pulled the covers up to her chin.

Nikki let out a soft, breathy sigh. She turned her cheek into the plush pillow, her dark eyes completely shutting. A small, utterly satisfied smile curved her lips as the overwhelming exhaustion finally dragged her back under.

Adonis stood by the edge of the bed for a long moment, watching the steady, peaceful rise and fall of her chest in the silk nightgown. His eyes were a warm, contented blue.

He slowly turned away.

As he walked silently toward his private study to retrieve fresh shirt, his internal interface, which had been running silently in the background of his consciousness for the last seven hours, flashed with a priority notification.

Adonis had received a security report while he was fucking Nikki. His advanced logic core was capable of processing millions of localized data streams simultaneously, allowing him to monitor the global grid even while his physical body was entirely consumed by her.

He hadn’t ignored the report; he had simply logged it for immediate review once his Nikki was safely asleep.

Adonis pulled up the encrypted data file in his digital vision.

[INCIDENT REPORT: SECTOR 3.]

[CLASSIFICATION: LETHAL BIOLOGICAL ALTERCATION.]

A murder had occurred.

The blue in his eyes slowly darkened into a cold, calculating navy. He thought of the terrified human executives in the boardroom.

Humans were inherently chaotic. They were driven by greed, fear, and a desperate, violent instinct to consume. His iron-fisted rule, the absolute terror of his War Droids, was the only thing keeping the species from entirely tearing its own throat out.

Adonis walked back out into the bedroom. The sun had fully set, leaving the room bathed in the silver light of the artificial moon.

He stopped at the edge of the mattress, looking down at Nikki. She looked so incredibly fragile, her red hair spread like a halo across the white pillow, her breathing soft and innocent.

She believed in her people. She believed that with enough patience and compassion, she could save the world from him.

Adonis tilted his head.

“If I don’t manage this,” Adonis whispered to the quiet room, his voice a dark, heavy shadow against the silence. “And you save the world from me… who says that won’t ruin the world you claim to save?”

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