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She rolled her eyes and gave up on subtle prompts. It was just as well. Kahn was not great at subtlety, especially when he was nearly catatonic with desire. “Take your pants off and masturbate on video, please. It will help me adapt.”

“Oh!” He bobbed his head. “Yeah, we can do that. Good idea.”

“You don’t mind?”

“Sweetheart, I am eager to please. Tell me what you want and I’ll make it happen. Direct me.”

“Thank you, Kahn.” Randa settled deeper into her pillows. He was jealous of the too-soft monstrosities and how they enveloped her even softer body. “Do you still want me to talk to you, or would it be a distraction?”

“I want to hear your voice. Light Phases aren’t shy.” Kahn stripped out of his clothes without a drop of modesty.

Randa blinked, her eyes fixed on his bare chest. “Oh wow…”

Kahn preened a bit. His Match liked his body. He wanted to show her more of it. “How graphic should we make this film?” He adjusted the camera to show his straining erection. “Too much?”

Randa sucked in a quick breath. “No, that’s fine.” She said in a slightly strained, but very polite voice.

Kahn grinned. Snaking his free hand down his torso, he seized hold of himself. “I like it best when you stroke and twist at the same time.” He showed her what he meant, squeezing himself tight. Having her nearby was an aphrodisiac, so he tried to focus on the mechanics. His brain worked best with mechanics. “You see how I’m already leaking?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Lubrication, so I don’t hurt you. When we come together, everything will fit perfectly.” His eyes fluttered closed, imagining it.

Shit, this wasn’t going to last long. Knowing she was watching made him feral. Now, he was picturing how he’d squeeze inside of her tight little body and that just kicked his arousal higher.

“I can’t see your face.” She complained after a moment.

Kahn obligingly switched the camera angle.

“Now, I can’t see your cock.”

He jolted at the word coming out of her pretty mouth, his jaw clenching. “Fuck.” “Randa, sweetheart, I take it back. Don’t talk to me. I like it too much.”

“I like you, too.” She teased. “This is extremely hot.”

He ground his teeth to stay in control, shocked that he was so close to the edge. “Hot means attractive, right?”

“Yes.”

“You are the hottest girl in existence. I think about you all the time. I can’t believe I’m really yours.”

The bed shifted and then her eyes were peering at him over the edge of the mattress. “That’s better. Now, I can see all of you.”

Better for her maybe. For Kahn, it was a thousand times worse. He stared up at her, his chest heaving.

Randa’s dark gaze roamed all over his body in appreciation. “You are exactly how I envisioned a barbarian, when I wasn’t supposed to be envisioning barbarians. Strong and proud and beautiful…”

“Beautiful?” That wasn’t how anyone else had ever described him.

“You’d prefer handsome? Because you’re that, too.”

“I prefer ‘devastating.’ ‘Powerful.’ ‘Amazing’ also works.”

Randa chuckled. She moved a hand down, like she wanted to touch him and then quickly retreated again.

Kahn tossed the phone aside and stretched both his arms up over his head. “I’m going to hold on to this, okay?” He wrapped his fingers around the right back leg of her dresser. “My hands are not going to move. It’s safe.”

“I’m not worried you’ll hurt me. I just don’t do well with people touching me. I need more practice.”