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easy. Once the Giris was complete, Erion would deal with Aiden, then he could leave, knowing Kenna was safe from Aiden…and him. But not just yet. A few more minutes, one last taste before he said good-bye forever.
    Bubbles rose out of the mass. Kenna bent and lowered the temperature on the furnace to two thousand degrees, then straightened and again snuggled her ass firmly against his hardening cock. He groaned, grasped her hips, and ground his erection into the sweet cleft.
    “To be a good student, you must pay attention.”
    “I can’t help it if I’m hot for teacher.” He covered her hands with his again.
    Kenna continued to turn and roll the molten core. “Now we begin forming the shape of the glass.”
    She hadn’t told him what they were making, but promised it would be worth the effort. As long as he kept his hands on hers, he didn’t care. Heat coiled up from the furnace and slid between their arms, blanketing her skin. With her emerging element, a coral glow radiated out from her flesh and blended with the amber glow from the glass.
    Erion held his breath. Air swooshed from his arms, fanning the heat waiting for a single command from her to ignite. Her concentration was on the glass. With gentle pressure, she pushed his leg, turning them both toward the marver, where she rolled the glass onto the steel surface.
    “This will cool the skin—”
    “I can cool your skin.” He blew an icy breath against her neck.
    Kenna shivered but said in a stern voice, “We’re focusing on the glass. We need to form a skin, so we can blow bubbles.” She cast him a wicked glance over her shoulder, then faced forward again.
    The momentary distraction caused the molten form to slip from the blowpipe. She reached out and grasped the edge of the heated glass.
    “Kenna—” He grabbed for her arm, then halted.
    Her element already guided her hands. She was acting on instinct with her fire. His heart pounded. The time was here, whether he was ready or not. His few minutes were up. She folded the glass over, evening out the edge, then grabbed the fruitwood, ladle-like tool she’d called a block, and began shaping the glass.
    He watched fascinated until she had formed an eight-inch oblong piece of glass. White-hot color eventually gave way to clear glass with thick dark blues and greens rippling through the center.
    Erion half expected Kenna to pick up the object and slide her hand up and down its smooth surface. He imagined her fiery fingers mimicking the motion along his length, and shuddered. Pressure increased as his engorged cock further swelled behind the zipper of his jeans. In his mind, he heard her whisper, yes , and he stilled. She wiggled her ass against his rigid arousal, and he realized she’d been reading his mind. He had to satiate his hunger for her—now, before it was too late. He stood, reached around her waist, and undid the button on her jeans.
    “Erion.”
    He unzipped her jeans, tugged them down her hips, then shoved aside her red thong and parted the folds of her pussy.
    “I’ll never finish,” she protested as she braced against the bench and leaned forward so that he had access to her from behind.
    He nuzzled her ear as he slid a finger inside her drenched pussy. “We’ll finish.” He pushed her panties past her hips. “But I have to touch you. Now.”
    Hot juices coated his finger. He commanded a tiny breeze from his finger into her core. She gasped softly and moved against him. The block slipped from her grasp and clattered to the concrete floor.
    “Hot,” she whispered.
    “Sweet torture,” he replied and thrust his finger deeper into her honeyed channel. “Is this what you want?”
    “More,” she pleaded.
    He slid another finger into the tight passage. She pressed against his hand. He kissed her neck, infusing her skin with chilled air. Kenna gasped.
    She abruptly reached out and grabbed the blown glass—a dildo, Erion realized with a jolt. He stared. Heat radiated off her in