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so I believe. It s kind of foggy after that. How could they do that to her? He hugged her tight to him.
Never again, Fiona. I promise. A promise he d uphold to the death.
Why do you care? she asked, not fighting his clasp, her gaze soft and inquiring.
Because& I think I love you. The words stuck to his tongue and they scared him. Impossible! His
unexpected 94
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feelings for her terrified him. Unable to think of something to say, something to explain without
admitting why he felt so strongly, he placed his lips on hers, a gentle embrace meant for comfort.
But she turned it into something more.
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The nightmare still clung to her, its vividness horrifying and yet at the same time strengthening.
Finally, a glimpse into her unknown past. It wasn t pretty. It was painful and humiliating, but it taught
her one thing.
I am strong.
She d survived after all. Sure, her enemies made her into a mindless, robotic slave for a while, but
despite it all, her will to live broke through. Fought to survive. A distant part of her recognized she
should be bemoaning her fate, crying over the injustice. And she would, perhaps one day, but she
mostly felt relief. Relief in knowing she wasn t defective, or alone. In finally understanding why she
was plagued by inconsistencies in her thoughts. Glee in realizing she could take back her life, even if
she didn t remember it. Or make a new one. She also felt alive, alive in a way she d not understood
before. Because I am not just a machine. I am also human at the core. How utterly fascinating.
She d listened to the cyborg s story of how they were created, but a part of her hadn t truly believed
their words until the nightmare. While she hated the humans for what they d done, her wakening
cognizance celebrated their experiment because it meant she didn t have to be a slave, minding her
speech and actions. She could be& Fiona. The name resonated inside her, echoing and teasing her as
if the secrets of her past resided just out of reach. The sound of it, the blend of consonants felt right. It
belonged to her.
Having a tiny piece of herself returned, even something so simple as a name, made her happy. More
than happy buoyant, light as if a weight were lifted. The torture she d suffered at the hands of those
who would make her forget paled, and not just because it seemed a distant memory, but because of a
certain male who d chosen to 96
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comfort her and reveal secrets she could tell pained him.
Even better, he cared, cared enough to want to protect her.
So when he kissed her, she didn t push him away or flash back to the rapes she d endured. No,
because those violent moments had nothing in common with Solus s soft embrace. What she
remembered was nothing like what she experienced in his arms. Besides, she was strong and she
would not let her past dictate how she lived. I will enjoy the moment. She let herself enjoy the
sensation of his mouth sliding across hers in a gentle caress unlike anything she recalled.
But she wanted more. She wanted new memories, true memories to replace the ugly. Vivid moments
she would help create, beautiful and sensual ones that she knew Solus could give her. Where that
certainty came from she didn t know, nor did she question. She just felt it was glorious.
Sliding her arms around his neck seemed natural, as did opening her mouth before the probing
insistence of his tongue. A tingle went through her, an electrifying awareness that awakened all of her
nerve endings. Arousal flared strongly inside her, hungry for more. She turned in his lap, instinct
driving her, and straddled him. A hard bulge pressed against her core and even with the fabric
separating them, she trembled, wet and wanting.
He tore his mouth from hers and panted We should stop. I shouldn t be taking advantage of you in
this time of confusion.
I m not confused, she murmured in between nibbles of his lower lip. I am fully aware of what I am
doing and who I am doing it with. I want to feel alive, Solus. Give me some memories of pleasure.
Show me how it feels to be free. I am not the right male for you, he groaned, and yet he didn t pull
away. His hands roamed her back, cupping her buttocks for a moment, palpating her flesh.
At this moment in time, you are the only male I trust, she admitted. The only one she wanted. She
didn t feel 97
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the same sense of comfort and protection with the others.
Didn t desire them touching or holding her. I want Solus. I need this Solus. I need you.
And it seemed he wanted her too because he stopped arguing. His arms banded around her and he
kissed her with a passion that made her moan. She tangled her fingers in his short hair, pressing
herself into him, craving the intimate contact of his body.
His hands went to the hem of her shirt, and she leaned back, breaking off the kiss long enough for him [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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so I believe. It s kind of foggy after that. How could they do that to her? He hugged her tight to him.
Never again, Fiona. I promise. A promise he d uphold to the death.
Why do you care? she asked, not fighting his clasp, her gaze soft and inquiring.
Because& I think I love you. The words stuck to his tongue and they scared him. Impossible! His
unexpected 94
F814 (Cyborgs: More Than Machines)
feelings for her terrified him. Unable to think of something to say, something to explain without
admitting why he felt so strongly, he placed his lips on hers, a gentle embrace meant for comfort.
But she turned it into something more.
95
F814 (Cyborgs: More Than Machines)
Chapter Eight
The nightmare still clung to her, its vividness horrifying and yet at the same time strengthening.
Finally, a glimpse into her unknown past. It wasn t pretty. It was painful and humiliating, but it taught
her one thing.
I am strong.
She d survived after all. Sure, her enemies made her into a mindless, robotic slave for a while, but
despite it all, her will to live broke through. Fought to survive. A distant part of her recognized she
should be bemoaning her fate, crying over the injustice. And she would, perhaps one day, but she
mostly felt relief. Relief in knowing she wasn t defective, or alone. In finally understanding why she
was plagued by inconsistencies in her thoughts. Glee in realizing she could take back her life, even if
she didn t remember it. Or make a new one. She also felt alive, alive in a way she d not understood
before. Because I am not just a machine. I am also human at the core. How utterly fascinating.
She d listened to the cyborg s story of how they were created, but a part of her hadn t truly believed
their words until the nightmare. While she hated the humans for what they d done, her wakening
cognizance celebrated their experiment because it meant she didn t have to be a slave, minding her
speech and actions. She could be& Fiona. The name resonated inside her, echoing and teasing her as
if the secrets of her past resided just out of reach. The sound of it, the blend of consonants felt right. It
belonged to her.
Having a tiny piece of herself returned, even something so simple as a name, made her happy. More
than happy buoyant, light as if a weight were lifted. The torture she d suffered at the hands of those
who would make her forget paled, and not just because it seemed a distant memory, but because of a
certain male who d chosen to 96
F814 (Cyborgs: More Than Machines)
comfort her and reveal secrets she could tell pained him.
Even better, he cared, cared enough to want to protect her.
So when he kissed her, she didn t push him away or flash back to the rapes she d endured. No,
because those violent moments had nothing in common with Solus s soft embrace. What she
remembered was nothing like what she experienced in his arms. Besides, she was strong and she
would not let her past dictate how she lived. I will enjoy the moment. She let herself enjoy the
sensation of his mouth sliding across hers in a gentle caress unlike anything she recalled.
But she wanted more. She wanted new memories, true memories to replace the ugly. Vivid moments
she would help create, beautiful and sensual ones that she knew Solus could give her. Where that
certainty came from she didn t know, nor did she question. She just felt it was glorious.
Sliding her arms around his neck seemed natural, as did opening her mouth before the probing
insistence of his tongue. A tingle went through her, an electrifying awareness that awakened all of her
nerve endings. Arousal flared strongly inside her, hungry for more. She turned in his lap, instinct
driving her, and straddled him. A hard bulge pressed against her core and even with the fabric
separating them, she trembled, wet and wanting.
He tore his mouth from hers and panted We should stop. I shouldn t be taking advantage of you in
this time of confusion.
I m not confused, she murmured in between nibbles of his lower lip. I am fully aware of what I am
doing and who I am doing it with. I want to feel alive, Solus. Give me some memories of pleasure.
Show me how it feels to be free. I am not the right male for you, he groaned, and yet he didn t pull
away. His hands roamed her back, cupping her buttocks for a moment, palpating her flesh.
At this moment in time, you are the only male I trust, she admitted. The only one she wanted. She
didn t feel 97
F814 (Cyborgs: More Than Machines)
the same sense of comfort and protection with the others.
Didn t desire them touching or holding her. I want Solus. I need this Solus. I need you.
And it seemed he wanted her too because he stopped arguing. His arms banded around her and he
kissed her with a passion that made her moan. She tangled her fingers in his short hair, pressing
herself into him, craving the intimate contact of his body.
His hands went to the hem of her shirt, and she leaned back, breaking off the kiss long enough for him [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]