Page 100 of To Free a Soul (Duskwalker Beginnings #2)

He shoved her down just as he thrust forward and forced her pussy to swallow him in one go.

A crying gasp ripped from her, while his loud, quaking, grunted groan was so strong it was palpable.

The fit was unbearably tight, but her orgasm had softened her against his long and hard girth, and he shoved in deep with a rabid snarl.

For a second, he didn’t even need to move, the pressure wondrous.

He gnashed his teeth and fangs at the utter bliss that greeted him, experiencing how snug, hot, and wet she was.

How her pussy rippled and quivered around him, while her little heartbeat fluttered along every inch.

How fucking tightly she cuddled him, so that it was comforting and torture at the same time.

Weldir placed his hands on the barrier, one on either side of her, and simply tried to adjust to the mind-bending, soul-altering sensation of them finally joined.

This was what he’d been fucking missing out on? This was what it fucking felt like? What she tasted like, smelt like, sounded like when he could truly absorb it?

He’d be angry if he wasn’t so damn elated to finally experience it.

He was also trying not to release already, and she made it that much fucking harder when she finally pulled herself from her arch, softened beneath him, and then cracked half a smile that made his chest hurt.

Panting beneath him, she spread her thighs for him, welcomed him in, and her pussy spasmed in a way that was like she was trying to suck him in deeper.

He pulsated, and he felt a bubble of liquid crawl up his cock, and it was just enough to hold back his impending orgasm.

Until he was rushed that much closer to it on his slow retreat. It was like her body didn’t want to let go, clutching him, and the tug of it around his cockhead electrified his groin. He only made it halfway before he surged forward, and they moaned in tandem.

“Does it feel good?” she whispered beneath him, just as he pulled back again.

He wished he could do more than groan in response, but each measured thrust was felling him.

His skin felt too hot and tight – to an uncomfortable degree – and he was unused to the sweat that began to coat him.

His muscles flexed, and twitched, and leapt when she rubbed her hands up his chest to cup the sides of his neck.

Apparently the uncontrollable noise he’d made was enough of an answer because she yanked him down for a kiss.

His arms collapsed beneath him, Weldir weak to her, and he wrapped them behind her when he fell on top of her.

He held the back of her head as he returned her kisses, his hips starting to go faster and his eyes nearly rolling back each time.

Good was an understatement. No, he felt like he was moments from disintegrating within her, his mind numbing with each thrust.

She threaded her arms beneath his to hold his back, and his spine arched when her nails softly bit into his sensitive skin. She broke the kiss so she could shift her face beside his, and her throaty, panting voice in his ear nearly felt cruel with the way it seemed to make even his soul shudder.

“I’ve waited so long for this. To feel your warmth, your breath, to hear your moans.

” Her pussy squeezed tight, and she sang a hum of pleasure before her next exhale was hot and fluttery against his ear.

“Your cock feels wonderful inside me. So big, and hard, and warm. I can feel your heart, your skin. I love it, Weldir.”

His hand on her hip shot down to her round, plump arse, so he could push her into each of his measured thrusts. It was all he could do to respond – that, and whatever strangled noise crawled up his throat when her teasing words made his balls clench so hard it bordered on pain.

“I’m so close.” Her heels shoved against his backside, trying to get him to go faster. “Please, Weldir. I want to come around you.”

Weldir whimpered, fucking whimpered, because she drove him so quickly to the edge that it was near unbearable.

Don’t come, he mentally chanted with every ounce of will, despite his quaking shudders. Don’t come.

Now that she’d put it in his mind, he wanted to feel what her orgasm was like. He knew what it tasted like, what it felt like around his tongue, and now he needed to know how it fluttered around his cock.

His groans were constant as he pumped harder, faster, deeper, anything to get this female to break apart. He gripped her arse harder to keep her nice and still for his fucking with mindless abandon.

And when she did, multiple sensations yanked him in different directions.

Her cry was loud, tingling in his ears. Her breasts, so soft and full, rubbed against his chest when she arched.

Her cunt tightened around him, crushing him to the point that every thrust was more intense and better, so he ramped up his speed.

“Oh, fuck...” he whispered against her hair.

But it was her nails, giving him the first true understanding of pain as they tore into his back, that made him dart his head forward. He bit her so hard blood instantly welled around his golden fangs and teeth.

As her insides rippled and clenched around him, Weldir gave in with a muffled roar as staggering bliss clutched his groin. His balls clamped up, and he emptied them with each spurt.

Then he wasn’t quite sure what he did. How his hands moved, if he fisted her hair too tightly, or if he cut his claws against her backside as he pumped through body-tingling bliss.

He was too hot, was choking on his breaths, yet it felt so good that he simply didn’t care if he passed out afterwards.

His release was more powerful and intense than the first, while he was being comforted and nestled within her. Hugged tenderly.

He was also so enamoured with this, with her, utterly smitten, that when he did finish flooding her, Weldir didn’t stop.

His cock was still insufferably hard, nagging at him with need and desperation.

His body didn’t feel empty enough, or satisfied enough, and it called him to fuck and rut her until there was nothing left.

Her naughty scent still covered his face, spurring him headfirst into more, and her little cries continued to fire him up. And now that he’d experienced her coming, he wanted her to do it repeatedly around him.

He also wanted to take back a little of the control he usually had and stop this female from stealing it from him in an overload of sensation.

Slipping his cock from her, he flipped Lindiwe over, picked her up, and then guided himself back into her from behind. Her cunt easily accepted him, now moulded to his shape, and he found that rather satisfying.

His barrier disappeared, no longer needed in the weightlessness. He crossed his arm over her front to lock her against him as he grasped a breast to play with, while the fingers of his other hand dipped into her pussy lips so he could tease her clit.

He felt a little calmer, a little more rational, now that he’d released a second time. It didn’t make him any less aggressive or primal as he lapped up a little of her blood when he licked across the bite mark he’d given her.

He’d take any drop of this female he could get.

His hips began a steady, quick thrusting rhythm, and he was pleased when she grabbed a horn so she could hold on to him, embracing it.

She shivered at his laboured and shallow pants against her with her eyes closed and her mouth open on cute cries. Her hips twitched every time he pressed a certain way on her clit, and he felt it resonate deep within when she momentarily strangled his cock in a lovely yet too-brief squeeze.

“I hope you don’t mind if I take out my lust on you for a little while,” he rumbled with a light but excited growl. “You have a god pumping inside this tight little cunt of yours, and I have many years to release.” He nipped the nape of her neck. “ So many years of being teased to take out on you.”

And that didn’t include the millennium before her. He had inhuman, godly stamina; he could already tell he could come over and over again until he was the one who was done. Which was lucky – or perhaps unfortunate for his little mate – since he could already tell he was rather obsessed.

“So, owlet, I’m going to fuck you until you pass out. Then I’m going to fuck you again, and again, until I’m satisfied.”

He licked the side of her neck before burying his head against the crook of her shoulder to prepare himself for his next thrusts, which he intended to be much faster and harder than before.

“Don’t expect to leave my realm for quite some time,” he warned, as he pinched her nipple and greedy clit between his fingers. “I won’t let you go until you’re nice and full of me.”

The final thing Weldir did before he fucked this female like a crazed male hellbent on pleasure was push a spell into her skin.

One that ensured he could have as much fun with this beautiful, supple body, without any breeding repercussions. So his passion could be ravenous, unyielding, and unimpeded.

You are all mine now. She had better be prepared for the repercussions of her choice.