His arms around my waist, hips grinding into mine, bodies bucking against each other. I could not possibly begin to fathom to the line that I was crossing, if there ever had been a line to start with. Hidden cameras in each corner, wired for sound, throat mic, and iris cam were regular accomplices in my profession as a human spy for Foaly; Never before had I felt such betrayal from machines designed solely for my wellfare.
My fingers in his hair, lips pressed against each other, pleasure borderlining pain. They, of course, were watching, intrigued by the unusual pattern of human mating, confused by the lack of females involved in the process, no doubt. Intelligence could never have prepared me for such a thing, even intelligence as high as my own. The act of love and lust delved deeper than arithmetic or literature, leaving feelings and thoughts raw and exposed. Coming out of this, I would be much weaker pyschologically than physically.
He pressed himself into me, whipping my thoughts away. Pain made me gasp, tears being brought to my eyes, fingernails clenching bits of skin tightly, turning white to red.
His heat stinging my broken insides. "Until next time, my love." A sweet kiss, slight, gentle moves.
"You need to go," I demanded, pulling the covers around me, the feeling of dirt encasing my body making me feel guilty.
He nodded, leaving me in a flash, the only thing left of him being the image of his mahogany locks bouncing around the corner burned into my retinas.