Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 55375 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 277(@200wpm)___ 222(@250wpm)___ 185(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 55375 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 277(@200wpm)___ 222(@250wpm)___ 185(@300wpm)
“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.
32
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.
“I almost know you,” he rumbled at last. “I have some memories of you.”
“Good—that’s good,” Corinne said, feeling hopeful. “Tell me what you remember.”
He lifted his hands and cupped her breasts. He tugged gently on her nipples, making her moan and shift in his lap.
“I remember you let me suck these,” he growled softly. “And sweetness came out. Do you still have sweetness for me?”
“Why don’t you see for yourself?” Corinne’s voice was breathless.
“Yes—I want to see.” Leaning forward, he sucked one tight tip into his hot, wet mouth.
Corinne gave a soft moan as he sucked hard, drawing deep to pull the sweet, sticky nectar from her breast. Oh God, she’d forgotten how good it felt to let him do this—how it sent tingles of pleasure straight from her aching nipples to her pussy every time he drank from her.
“Good…that’s good,” she murmured, stroking her fingers through his hair. “Take as much as you want, K-lx. Take what you want from me.”
The big Cyborg did as she asked. He sucked until he’d gotten every last drop of nectar from her right breast and then switched to the left. Every hard pull of his mouth as he drank from her made Corinne’s pussy wetter until she was throbbing between her thighs with need.
It felt incredible—but was it working? After he’d been sucking her nipples for twenty minutes, she pulled gently away and looked into his eyes again.
“K-lx, do you know me?” she asked, hoping against hope.
He frowned again and slowly nodded.
“I think so. I called you something—a title that was important. Didn’t I?”
“You called me ‘Mistress,’” Corinne reminded him. “And sometimes, ‘baby.’”
His brow furrowed.
“I did? I don’t remember that.”
“You did,” Corinne assured him. “Mostly when you were feeling protective or possessive of me.”
“Possessive…” He seemed to be tasting the word. He looked up at her. “Because…you’re mine?”
His words spread more hope in her heart.
“I could be,” Corinne said carefully. “I used to be yours and you were mine. But I need you to remember me before we can be that to each other again.”
“Then let me taste you.” One of his metal hands dipped between her legs to cup her pussy through her panties. Corinne gasped as she felt one warm metal fingertip push the fabric aside to slip into her wet depths.
“Oh, K-lx!” she exclaimed.
“Let me taste you, Mistress,” he rumbled again and the fingertip began to vibrate as he circled the aching bud of her clit. “Let me eat your sweet pussy. I’m sure it would help me to remember you.”
“Well…if you’re sure,” she said breathlessly. But she was already rising to stand over him. She started to slide her panties down, but K-lx beat her to it. His metal fingertips hooked into the thin fabric and jerked.