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  He nodded in silence, looking at the woman in front of him. He hadn't seen many women in his life, but few had been as beautiful as the woman in front of him. She was probably five foot six, and her body was voluptuous and beautiful. Her long blonde mane made him wish to hide his face in it, and her eyes were bluer than the sky.

  Men in Hannah’s life had to be either blind or dead. He could feel his body react to her presence, despite his injuries and the fact she would never allow him near her.

  She finished feeding him and returned to the kitchen to wash the plate. “You should get some rest now. I would take you to the guest room, but I’m afraid you’re too heavy for me,” she said, with a faint smile.

  “How did you manage to get me here?” he asked, realizing it couldn’t have been an easy task.

  “It took a great deal of effort, believe me,” she replied, smiling, as she finished clearing the kitchen. It was time to get a shower and get off to bed. “I’ll be in my room, just a few feet away, so don’t hesitate to call me if you need any help,” she added, walking around the room, making sure all was locked up for the night.

  “I’ll be fine, thank you,” he assured her.

  “Very well.” She turned off all the lights, except for the table lamp she had set next to him the night before. “Sleep well,” she told him as she walked out of the room.

  “Good night, Hannah and thank you for everything,” he said, watching her disappear down the hall.

  He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. The last thing he remembered was being on the Taucet vessel trying to get rid of the Taucets onboard, but he had been hurt and pushed out of the vessel with no consideration by the Taucets. He should be dead, especially after he had been shot, but somehow, he had survived the shots and the fall, for now.

  He couldn’t feel his legs and moving his body was quite painful, much more than he would ever admit. He could feel his nanocybots working on his spinal column and legs, but the damage had been quite severe, from what he could see and feel.

  Jaed let out a sigh and closed his eyes, feeling tired. He was sure the army would be looking for him so he wouldn’t be here for long. He sure would miss the cooking and the sight. Hannah was an exquisite woman, and his whole body reacted to her presence immediately. She had awakened a hunger he had never experienced before.

  Like all cyborgs, he had never dated any woman or had what would be considered a typical social life. Cyborgs were created to fight, and their whole lives were focused on the battle. They started learning how to fight the minute they were able to walk.

  He rubbed his face and sighed again. Life had to be more than just fighting, cyborgs deserved more than that. But humans refused to give them more, they even refused to recognize they were human. That’s why some cyborgs had escaped and made a new life for them on a new planet.

  Like all the others, he too wanted to escape, but he hadn't been able to find the moment, until now. Being stranded in these mountains, away from the soldiers, would have been the perfect opportunity.

  But he was too wounded, unable to walk away from there and even if he did, they would know he had been here, and they would definitely take Hannah into custody. They didn’t like people having contact with cyborgs because they would discover that cyborgs weren’t the machines the government said they were. After all, she had done for him, she didn’t deserve that. He would have to protect her, somehow.

  It wasn’t even worth changing the codes on his primary control system. The soldiers would probably arrive before he was totally healed. Altering the codes would only alert them to the fact cyborgs could change them and that wouldn’t help anyone.

  His could tell his senses weren’t one hundred percent operative, but he was sure he would be able to sense their arrival. He would just have to persuade Hannah to leave the house, while they were in the area.

  “You should be sleeping,” her soft tone startled him.

  “I’m not sleepy,” he confessed, turning his head to look at her.

  She was standing in the doorway, wearing cozy pajamas that weren’t meant to be sexy, but on her, they were hot as hell.

  “Are you in pain?” she asked, with a slight frown, walking in the room.

  “Nothing I can’t take,” he assured her. “My body is healing, and it hurts a bit,” he admitted.

  “I have some painkillers I could give you. They would help you get some sleep,” she offered, kneeling in front of him.

  “No, thank you, that won’t be necessary,” he refused, taking in the sweet floral scent coming from her.

  “Are you sure?” she insisted.

  “Yes, I am.”

  “What about a hot cocoa? Sometimes it helps you relax and get some sleep,” she suggested.

  “I wouldn’t know, but I’ll take your word for it,” he said, with a smile.

  “You’ll love it, I’m sure.” She got up and walked straight to the kitchen.

  A few minutes later, a sweet scent filled the room, and soon, she was walking back to where he was, with two steamy cups.

  “I added whipped cream and chocolate syrup to it, but there’s more if you don’t like it that way,” she told him. Handing him one of the cups and resting the other one on the small table next to him, she returned to the kitchen to grab a small plate of chocolate chips cookies. “You have to try these, to complete the experience, I’m sure you’ll love it.”

  He smiled and took a sip from the cup. It was delicious, sweet, creamy, and smooth. He could quickly get addicted to it.

  She handed him a cookie and grabbed one for herself, dipping it into the hot cocoa, and eating it right away. She moaned with delight, and the sound sent shivers of pleasure down his spine. Watching her eat the cookie became the most sensuous thing he had ever seen.

  His body responded to it immediately, and he had to hold back the moan of pleasure begging to come out his lips.

  He cleared his throat and copied her, dipping his cookie in the cocoa. Yes, it was quite incredible, but he was sure her red lips would taste a lot better, and for a moment he wished he could get rid of the cups and the cookies and claim them with a passionate kiss.

  “Don’t you just love it? I never get tired of it, though I don’t have it all the time. Too many calories. But once in a while, it’s allowed,” she said, with a naughty grin.

  “Well, I certainly could have it all the time. It’s delicious,” he said, smiling back at her.

  “Yes, it is, but there are a lot of other things better than this. I’ll make sure you try some of them while you’re here,” she offered, finishing her cocoa.

  He smiled and handed her his cup when he finished. “Thank you, I’m sure I’ll be able to get some sleep after this.”

  “Great.” She got up and returned to the kitchen, quickly clearing what she had used. “Can I get you anything else? Perhaps, the bottle?”

  “No, I’m fine, but you should leave it here, just in case I need it. I wouldn’t have to bother you again.”

  She nodded and went to the bathroom to pick it up. She had washed it up after his first use. “Here you have it, but please don’t hesitate about calling me if you need me. I would hate seeing you make your injuries worse,” she assured him, setting the bottle next to his improvised bed.

  “Don’t worry, I’ll be fine,” he said, with a smile, catching her hand and gently kissing the back of it. He simply couldn’t resist it. “Thank you for all your help.”

  “Anyone would have done the same,” she said, with a shaky tone.

  Each time he touched her, jolts of energy rushed through her body, and her heart jumped into a frantic pace. Good God, she was acting like a teenager around her first crush. She just hoped he couldn’t to tell just how aroused he made her. She would die of embarrassment.

  She cleared her throat and slid her hand from his. “I’ll see you in the morning,” she said, quickly walking away, towards her room.

  She threw herself over the bed hiding her face in the pillows, to muffle
the moan of desire and sheer need coming from her lips. It reminded her that she had been without a man for far too long. Never had a caress, so simple had this effect on her. By the way, she was acting, if he ever kissed her, she would melt in his arms and beg him to take her.

  She had to get a grip of herself that was for sure.

  Chapter Four

  Hannah woke up to a strange sound as if someone had dropped something on the floor. Startled, she jumped out of bed and rushed out of her room.

  It was still dark outside, and Jaed was on the floor, face down, a few feet away from the improvised bed. “What the hell were you trying to do?” she scolded him.

  “I’m slowly recovering the movement of my legs, and I wanted to try going to the bathroom,” he explained, without moving.

  “You should have called me. Even if you’re feeling better, I’m sure you’re not ready to be moving around on your own,” she scolded him. “Your injuries were severe.”

  “I know,” he accepted. “I’m used to pushing myself to the limit, all the time,” he explained, resting his forehead on the hardwood floor.

  She kneeled next to him. “Come on, let me help you. Is it that urgent to get you to the bathroom?” she asked.

  “No… no… I’m alright. Just give me a few minutes, and I’ll get back to the bed,” he assured her, moving away from her when she stretched her hand to touch him.

  Puzzled with his attitude and even a bit hurt, she moved back. “Very well, if that’s what you want,” she said, starting to get up.

  He grabbed her wrist and stopped her midway up. “I’m sorry, Hannah, I just didn’t want you to see me making a fool of myself,” he said, sounding a bit embarrassed.

  “Hey, I just don’t want you getting hurt again, you’re still recovering from all the severe injuries you had,” she assured him, caressing his head, her fingers running through his hair.

  “Damn,” he cursed, closing his eyes, breathing hard.

  Startled, she moved back, and he rolled until he was facing up. At first, she didn’t see anything out of the ordinary, but then, her eyes moved down his body, and she let out a small cry of surprise.

  He was hard. Good God, he was really hard. His thick, big cock pointed up at the ceiling revealing a need as big as hers, in the most obvious way.

  “I need a cold shower, urgently,” he grumbled, his eyes half-closed, as he looked at her. He knew he shouldn’t have shown her how excited he was. It wasn’t polite behavior, but her sweet touch almost made him lose his self-control. “I can’t have you touching me again. I’ll just crawl to the bathroom, and we’ll forget this ever happened,” he suggested.

  He had been dreaming of her ever since she had told him goodnight and he knew just how close he was from the edge. He needed release, or he might lose his mind.

  She looked at him, still in shock, not because he was showing her how hard he was, but because he was hard for her. Her mouth dried up and she shook her head.

  “You can’t have a cold shower, you would get a cold,” she mumbled, her eyes locked on his hard cock, amazed to see how it reacted to her look.

  “No, I won’t,” he assured her, starting to turn around.

  But she didn’t let him. “I’ll help you,” she said, all of a sudden before she lost the courage.

  He looked at her, with a slight frown. “With what?” he asked, certain she wasn’t suggesting what his feverish mind had conjured.

  “Giving you release,” she said, the tip of her tongue sliding over her lips as if she couldn’t wait.

  He had to be dreaming, she hadn't just said that, had she? “You don’t have to do it,” he mumbled, his chest heaving even harder.

  “I know. I want to,” she looked at him in the eyes. “Unless you don’t want me to,” she added, feeling self-conscious.

  “Of course, I want you to,” he assured her, his cock moving on its own, showing her just how much he wanted her.

  She sighed and got closer to him. “Let’s get you back in bed, the floor is too cold,” she said, helping him crawl back on top of the improvised bed.

  He closed his eyes when his head fell back on the pillows, more aroused than ever, having her next to him, her small, caring hands caressing his body, rolling down his chest, towards his throbbing cock.

  He leaned back, closed his eyes and sighed when her hands reached his hard shaft.

  At first, shyly, she caressed him, loving the softness of his skin, covering his hard as rock shaft. A few of her caresses were enough to make him spurt out a pearly drop of precum, and without hesitation, she leaned in and claimed it with the tip of her tongue.

  It wasn’t the first time she did this, but for some reason, it felt completely different. Even his precum tasted different, sweeter perhaps and it tickled. Yes, that felt a bit strange, but when she licked the next drop, the tickling feeling was also there. She loved it, and it encouraged her to continue with her task, eager to get more.

  Using her hands and lips, she caressed his cock for a little while, before she took him in her mouth. His grunt of pleasure sent shivers down her spine of sheer delight, and she continued sucking him, going faster and deeper, loving the way his shaft engorged inside her mouth.

  At some point, he slid his fingers through her hair, in a gentle caress, before he took over and started guiding her, making her go even faster and deeper, while he moaned and grunted, lost in the pleasure she was giving him.

  It didn’t take long for him to explode inside her mouth, pouring his bittersweet essence deep down her throat. She relished in its flavor and sucked him until she had taken every last drop of it, loving, even more, the tickling sensation. It was amazing.

  He was still shuddering and groaning when she leaned back, wiping the remains of his cum from the corners of her mouth. “I’m sure you’ll be able to get some rest now,” she teased him, getting up.

  He grunted and reaching out, he grabbed her wrist and pulled her closer to him, making her fall over his chest. “You’re an amazing woman,” he mumbled before he claimed her lips in a passionate kiss that blew her mind.

  By the time he released her, she was heaving, and her heart was drumming in her chest. The need rushing through her body was so strong, she was unable to hold back the moan of protest that slipped out her lips.

  “I’d better go back to bed, and you should get some sleep,” she mumbled, getting up.

  “I will, thanks to you,” he assured her, cursing all the gods in the universe, for not being able to take her in his arms and make love to her for the rest of the night.

  But he would.He had to get better as soon as possible so that he could take her to paradise, the way she had taken him.

  He watched her going back to her room, still relishing on the wild waves of pleasure and bliss rushing through his body. He had never felt anything like it, and now that he had had a small taste of her, he wanted more, he wanted it all.

  Hannah went back to bed and closed her eyes trying to ignore the fire burning inside her. She wanted him. More than she had ever wanted a man in her life, but he was too hurt to give her what she needed.

  Groaning, she rolled in bed for a few minutes, until she gave up and went straight to the bathroom. It was too cold for a cold shower, but the warm water seemed to calm the fire burning inside her, and she was able to breathe normally again.

  Knowing she wouldn’t be able to sleep again, she got dressed and went straight to her workroom, next to the kitchen. Jaed was sound asleep, and she smiled pleased when she walked by him.

  At least, one of them was getting some rest.

  She took a seat at her work table and sighed. Usually, working on her ragdolls gave her peace of mind, but that night, she was having trouble concentrating on her work.

  Amazingly, in a world where people lived surrounded by high technology and the most sophisticated games for children, her dolls sold like hot cakes. She couldn’t cope with the orders she received daily.

  But that was a good thing. She was
always too busy to think about life and how lonely she was ever since her father died.

  With a deep sigh, she forced herself to focus on her work, and after a few minutes, she was lost in her world. All of her dolls were different, and she even added different personalities to all of them. Parents often told her the dolls became the little girls’ best friends, and nothing pleased her more than that.

  Chapter Five

  She was still working when she heard noises coming from the living room. Jaed was finally awake. Carefully leaving the doll she was working on over her table, she walked to the living room.

  “Hi, how are you feeling?” she asked him, from the doorway.

  “Much better,” he assured her looking at her with a smile. And he wasn’t lying.

  His legs were feeling much better, and the pain in his spine was now a dull ache he could easily ignore. He was ready to get up, but he was sure his nurse wouldn’t let him, at least, not without help.

  “I’m glad to hear that. Are you hungry? I’ll make us some breakfast,” she offered, smiling pleased.

  “That would be great, but I would love to take a shower first.”

  She frowned, closing the distance between them and kneeled next to him. “Are you sure you should be straining your spine so soon? I know your healing ability is out of this world, but you really should take it slow, Jaed,” she told him, worried.

  “Don’t you have a bathtub? I would only have to drag myself there and enjoy a long, warm bath. It would do wonders to my wounded body,” he said, with a persuasive smile.

  “Yes, I do have a bathtub, though I doubt you’ll fit in it, but I guess a long bath would help you,” she admitted, sighing. “I’ll prepare your bath, and then I’ll help you get there.”

  He nodded, pleased but the minute she disappeared down the hall, he sat up and tried his legs a couple of times, before he got up.

  His legs trembled a bit, but a few moments later, he was able to stand still. Pleased, he walked towards the bathroom, to surprise Hannah. He wasn’t ready to win a marathon, but he was a lot better than he was when he woke up after the fall.