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He reached for her again… but again and again she dodged away just at the right moment. She seemed to be talking to someone but he wasn’t sure who. There was no one else in the room—just him and the evil one he was supposed to kill. She?—

“Warrior! Return to yourself!”

The words were deafening in his ears and K-lx felt as though someone had slapped him across both cheeks, hard.

He blinked and shook his head, his eyes watering with the force of the blows. The red light was still flashing in his field of vision, but it no longer seemed to mean as much. The woman in front of him wasn’t evil. In fact, she seemed familiar. Her name…what was her name?

“You…I know you,” he said slowly. “Who are you?”

“Corinne.” The fear faded from her eyes somewhat, replaced by a desperate hope. “I’m Corinne—your Handler.”

“My…Handler?” Memories began to come back to him. This was the woman who had come to him when he was upset and in a killing rage. She had soothed him…calmed him.

She bathed me in the shower and gave me pleasure.

Memories of her hands on him…of her full breasts making nectar just for him to suck…and most of all the sweet, salty taste of her honey began to fill his head.

His shaft began to grow hard as he noticed the way her breasts swayed when she moved. She was wearing a thin shirt and he could see her ripe nipples poking at the fabric. He wanted to suck them again…and he wanted to taste her.

“Want to taste you,” he growled, letting her know his needs. “Need to taste your honey.”

Her cheeks went pink and she stared at him uncertainly.

“Now? K-lx, do you know what you’re saying?”

“I know.” He stared at her, trying to bring back more memories. He had the feeling if he could just get closer to her—just taste her—that he would remember more. “Please, I need to taste you.” His voice came out sounding hoarse and almost desperate. “I almost know you…if I could just taste your honey…”

Her eyes went wide and she nodded slowly.

“Your Goddess said it was up to me to take you…to help you retrieve your memories,” she said softly. “Is…do you think that’s what you need to help you remember, K-lx?”

“Yes.” He nodded. Yes, that was absolutely what he needed. Seeing her wasn’t enough—even touching her wouldn’t be enough. He needed to taste her—to feel her honey on his tongue as she moaned for him. That was the deep, visceral sensation he needed to bring back his knowledge of this woman who he somehow knew meant a great deal to him.

Nothing else would work.

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CORINNE

“Can’t believe I’m doing this,” Corinne muttered to herself. But she was doing it nonetheless.

Quickly she stripped off the loose t-shirt and the baggy sweatpants she was wearing, which left her in nothing but a pair of thin panties. Her nipples went tight at once as the cool air hit them. Her breasts felt heavy and full—despite the fact that she’d stopped drinking the DEE compound, they still kept producing nectar. It had been an annoyance before—now she was glad.

“Come here, K-lx,” she said, motioning the big Cyborg over to the bed. “Come up here and I’ll give you a taste if you want.”

He seemed to vaguely remember her and she hoped that letting him “taste” her would bring back more memories of the two of them together. But first she wanted to get rid of the kill chip.

As soon as he arranged himself on the bed, with his back to the headboard, she made a quick grab and snatched the cube, which was still pulsing with blood-red light, from his shoulder.

At first she wasn’t sure she could get it off—it was magnetized and its field was strong. But desperation gave her strength and she wrenched it off and threw it away in one quick motion.

At once, K-lx seemed to relax. He looked up at her expectantly and there was hunger in his pale blue eyes.

“Corinne?” he asked and her name was a question on his lips, as though he was unsure of himself.

“Yes, it’s me,” she assured him. Climbing on the bed, she straddled him and stroked her fingers through his hair. Earnestly, she looked into his face, searching his eyes with her own. “Don’t you know me, K-lx? I know you.”

He frowned—not an angry look but one of concentration.

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