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“Of course. You never have to ask that. I always want to…” He broke off with an oof sound when she clambered on top of him.

Randa leaned down to kiss him, her body pressed against his and her knees on either side of his hips. Her dark hair created a curtain around them, and Kahn was somehow sporting another erection, just that fast. Physically it didn’t seem possible, but Randa inspired him to do all sorts of impossible things.

Her mouth slid across his, and he moaned in deep appreciation. “You taste like something tart and sinful.”

“My lip balm is cherry flavored. They come in a discount three-pack at the grocery store. Cherry, grape, and green apple.”

“I like the cherry.” He sucked her bottom lip into his mouth. “Just get the cherry.”

“I like the cherry best too. But it’s more economical to buy the mix of fruit flavors.” She sounded dreamy and turned on, even in her frugality.

“I’m pretty sure I can afford it. Just cherry.” He licked the corner of her mouth, savoring her taste.

“You hated cherry Pop-Tarts.” She reminded him.

“Because you weren’t wearing them. It’s you who makes the taste so addictive.”

“Fine. I’ll just wear the cherry. She agreed vaguely, her hands on his chest again. Tracing over his muscles. “I hope you don’t feel objectified by how much I enjoy your body.”

“Nope. It belongs to you. Do whatever you want with it.” He could live and die in this bedroom. Nothing outside of it held the least bit of interest for him. Not when he had Randa.

She pressed a kiss to the center of his chest and then his neck, before finding his lips again. Kissing should have been mostly innocent, but Kahn didn’t feel innocent. All the passion and madness inside of him was unleashed. Randa was still leery of being touched, so this was the only way he could have her. He planned to take full advantage of it.

Randa didn’t mind his ferocity. She burrowed closer to him, kissing him back just as hungrily. Her hands tangled in his hair. Her tongue caressed his. It set every part of Kahn ablaze. Even his damaged energy. The weight of his powers felt lighter than it had in years. The jagged edges temporarily smoothed by her proximity.

The woman was the best kisser in the entire universe.

Instead of just a predictable prelude to sex, Randa made kissing the main event. It was intimate. Her lips softening for him, and the small sounds she made, and the closeness he felt to her. He’d never, ever get enough.

If anyone else discovered her kissing skills, wars would be waged over her. He would have to fight off everybody in the whole world. It would be worth it. Keeping her was worth anything. He’d die before he gave her up. Even if this was as far as they’d ever physically go together, he’d be perfectly satisfied.

He wanted to make her satisfied in return.

“I can help you come, too.” He panted. “I won’t touch you even one second more than necessary. I’ll just use my hand. Let me…”

“I’m not ready.” She interjected.

But she rocked against him, a slow, instinctive undulation of desire. Her legs were still on either side of him, so the movement pressed her tight against his cock. He could feel how wet she was through the thin material of her underwear. Her core rubbed against his aching erection, overheated and seeking relief. Showing her need.

Need he was going to do nothing about, until she allowed it.

If this was the first time she’d ever felt desire, he wasn’t about to scare her by rushing things. Kissing her was already more than he’d hoped to have, just a few days ago. And feeling her hands on him had been like a fevered dream. Randa was moving towards him all on her own. He had to wait.

“Alright.” Kahn stayed still, trying not to notice the way her nipples beaded under her cotton nightgown or the sway of her breasts beneath the fabric. “When you are ready, I’m here.”

She met his eyes, looking vulnerable.

“I want to give you everything I have.” He said honestly. “And I want everything you have in return. I want your lust. And I want your trust. And I want your love. So, I can be patient.”

Randa stared down at him.

Kahn stared back.

“I’m pretty sure I can give you all of that.” She finally murmured. “I just need a little more practice.”

Kahn smiled, suddenly feeling indestructible. “So then we’ll practice. A lot.”

Chapter Twenty-Four