Death By Sex

"You're about to die," the deep, gravelly voice rumbled next to her ear. "But don't worry. You'll be fine."

Mia didn't have time to protest before there was a sharp, ripping pain at the junction of her neck and shoulder as the cyborg pierced her neck with his teeth. She'd been hunting the one called Draven, but, apparently, he had proven himself to be a better hunter than she. Mia struggled wildly—or tried to. Draven held her fast in his unbreakable grip. The corridor spun as she fought for consciousness, but to no avail. Just before she passed out, she was aware of Draven ripping her armor from her body to leave her naked and quite vulnerable. One of his big, gloved hands closed over one breast, and she was fairly certain she heard him groan...

The lights slowly faded, leaving only the sound of his voice echoing in her mind.