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"Yeah," I whispered out loud, my voice barely audible. "I can feel you."
It was a connection beyond the physical, a mingling of souls that defied explanation. Rayze was with me, in me, a part of me in a way that was both intimate and overwhelming.
As I stood there, nodding to his question, I realized that this was just the beginning of something extraordinary, something that blurred the lines between life and death, reality and the supernatural. Rayze and I, we were stepping into uncharted territory, a journey that was as terrifying as it was compelling.
Rayze's hands moved over my body, touching parts of me that few others had. He was slow and sensual, drawing out every single drop of pleasure from me that he could.
Eventually, my - his - hands went to my jeans.
"May I?" he asked in my head. I wished I could see him outside of the image of him in my mind, but with him moving my hands for me, I could feel him more intimately than I had ever felt anyone.
"God, yes." I was breathless, shaking slightly. "Please, do whatever you want."
He undid my belt buckle, slowly easing my jeans down my legs, then tossing them aside. Underneath, I wore nothing but boxer briefs, a tattered pair that had seen better days.
With practiced ease, Rayze slid my underwear down until they dropped to the ground, leaving me standing naked before him. His breath caught in my throat, an almost visible flicker of arousal as his - my - hands roamed over my body.
Finally, he turned to a mirror on the wall, his eyes locked on mine, a deep hunger radiating from his spirit. He removed the final barrier, allowing me to spring free. My cock was throbbing like it never had before, and I couldn't bear it another second. His fingers closed around me, and my mouth moaned with not only my own ecstasy, but his as well. He could feel what I could, and I tried to use my own will to join his movements, imagining myself giving in to his touch. But when he started stroking faster, rubbing my cock with an expert touch, my thoughts quickly shifted to pleasing him.
There was no denying the chemistry between us, and it took only moments for the high heat of our lust to transform into a primal, instinctive drive. I knew what I needed, what he needed, and soon, our actions became purely animalistic.
There was no foreplay, just wild, frantic, strange but glorious sex that left us both shuddering in satisfaction. We moved as one, a heated union fueled by passion and need. There was no sound except my own voice moaning, whimpering, and crying out our names, him saying mine and me saying his. He reached around behind me and began to toy with my ass.
"Tell me to stop and I will," he said in my mind.
But I didn't want him to. I wanted to feel him breach me as we both stroked my cock using the same hand - my hand. As his finger probed deeper, teasing my prostate, I thrust harder into his phantom grip.
"Please!" I cried out, unable to contain myself any longer.
"This is certainly a way to ensure we come at the same time," he joked, knowing that sharing my body for the moment would make that happen.
I grunted in response, not even attempting to hold back my orgasm. As the heat and pressure built up inside me, the wave of pleasure overwhelmed me, washing over me like a torrent of white-hot electricity. I cried out again and again, unable to control my body as it writhed beneath his ministrations.
When the moment passed, I slumped against the wall, boneless and sated.
"That..." he started. "That was... I've never done that before. Well, not while - never mind."
"What?" I asked.
"Not important. What is important is that you were amazing. I could feel you as though I was there.
"Me too. I've never experienced anything like that before."
"Well... maybe we should do that again," he broached.
I smiled. "Please and fucking thank you."
Chapter Seven - Rayze
Merging with Rowan was a whirlwind, a sensory overload unlike anything I'd ever experienced. Every touch, every breath, I felt through their body, yet I was still a specter, a shadow intertwined with their essence. As we walked back to their apartment, the night air felt different, charged with an electric current that danced across my incorporeal form.
"You doing okay?" I whispered inside their head, trying to gauge how they were handling this bizarre connection.
"Yeah, just... this is fucking weird, Rayze," Rowan replied, their voice a mix of wonder and unease.
"I know, I'm sorry. It's all I could think of. Better than... you know, before."
Their chuckle was a warm vibration that I felt through their body. "Yeah, definitely better than getting it on with a possessed dude."
