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K-LX

The enemy—there was an enemy in the room with him. The blinking red light was telling him so. K -lx reached for the evil one, but she kept eluding him. Frustration brought a growl to his lips. She had to die! He must kill the evil one!

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.