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“I’m not going to touch you. You’re going to touch me. If you want to.”

“Of course, I want to. I’m just not sure how I’ll like it.” Still, Randa inched forward again. Under her shyness, she really was an adventurous little thing. He adored that about her. He adored everything about her.

She ran a tentative finger along his arm.

Kahn’s head slammed back in ecstasy as the Phazing energy went wild. He felt it swirling all around them. A cyclone of sensation. Light powers and Stone powers trying to become one.

He hadn’t realized how deep the Gone Wild infection had grown until Randa’s energy touched his. He could feel the Stone powers buffing away the damage and restoring the broken pieces of him. She might say she couldn’t fix him, but she was sure as hell helping him fix himself. His powers were nourished and invigorated, just from being close to her.

Randa’s energy was so different from his. He had the feeling it was different from most Stone Phases. She’d said she struggled to freeze people in place with a touch. She still felt very powerful, though. Her energy was deep and rich and gliding all around him. Caressing and wanting to connect.

Phases’ energies always pulled tighter and tighter in the initial steps of Phazing. It was sacred. When they finally combined, it would be a magical feeling of relief.

Until then it was torture.

“Oh.” Randa’s expression lit up, not minding the ache to complete their bond. She seemed wholly fascinated with his body. “Never mind. I do like this!”

“Great.” He ground out, hoping he didn’t embarrass himself by coming within the next three seconds. “Can I convince you to touch my cock, next? Please?” He wasn’t above begging. It was life and death.

Randa slid off the bed, so she was kneeling next to him. That didn’t help him retain control. “Stroke down and then kind of twist?” She reiterated, remembering his instructions.

“Honest to Gaia, I don’t care how you do it, at this point. Just so your hands are on me, I’m good.”

Her delicate palm inched down, tentatively curling around him. From the look on her face, it seemed like she was bracing for a quick retreat. But after the first brush of her fingers, her shoulders relaxed. She made a noise of surprise and pleasure. “I like this, too.” Whatever she’d expected to feel, she was clearly happy to be proven wrong.

Not as happy as Kahn was though.

He shifted his hips, keeping rhythm with her strokes. “Holy shit!”

“Like that?”

“Yeah. Just like that.” Fireworks were detonating in his head. It had been a while for him, but he knew handjobs had never felt like this before. He would definitely remember if they did. This was all Randa.

People said that a Match made everything feel different. Better. He’d been too cynical to believe it before. He believed it now. This was like fire injected into his veins and pumping through his whole body. No wonder humans called sex “hot.” It made perfect sense.

“Sweetheart, I’m going to come in your hand, if we keep going. Do you want that?”

He wanted it. He wanted more. He wanted to come all over her pretty breasts and then rub it into her satiny skin. Claiming her with his scent. Because she was a virgin, raised in a finishing school, he tried to rein in his baser instincts. If he disgusted her, she might not try this again, and he already wanted to try it again.

And again. And again.

“You can come in my hand.” She sounded breathless. “I won’t be offended. I really like this.” Her tempo picked up, as she gained confidence. “Are you doing alright?”

He managed a tight nod, struggling for oxygen.

“You’re devastatingly, powerfully, amazingly beautiful, Kahn.” Her thumb brushed against his nipple and then she leaned down to run her tongue over it. “I love to look at you.”

Gaia, that was it. The end. He was done.

“Randa!” Kahn came harder than he ever had before. His hips arched, as she continued to milk him dry. “Fuck…” He collapsed back down to the carpet, his head spinning from the force of his release.

It took him a moment to realize that he’d ripped the dresser apart. The wooden leg was still clenched in his fists, but it was no longer attached to the base. Without that support, the rest of it had collapsed to the side. He hadn’t even noticed.

Randa gave a giddy smile, pleased with herself and all she’d accomplished. “That was a very successful practice session.” Everything that had been on top of the dresser was now on the floor. She reached over to grab tissues from the pile and cleaned off her hand. “You owe me a new bureau, though.”

He watched her with dazed eyes. “We’re going to need much sturdier furniture, if you’re that good at this. You almost killed me.”

She blushed and laughed at the same time. “Can I kiss you?”