Page 101 of To Free a Soul (Duskwalker Beginnings #2)

Nuzzling her face into the side of a firm chest, Lindiwe slowly eased out of sleep.

Their limbs were locked, his legs intertwined with hers while he had his arm around her back to hold her thigh. Her arm lay across his chest, which moved up and down with deep, rhythmic breaths, his hand on top of hers.

When she peeked open her eyes to look down the plane of his front, she froze when she saw his cock was hard.

It was always hard . She was actually a little frightened of it, as every time Lindiwe had woken over the course of who knew how long, she’d get a few moments of lucidity before she was being pumped into.

So this is what it’s like to be at the mercy of a horny god. It was like his body sought hers constantly to take out all his lust and need on.

She woke up in his arms each time she dozed off, only to be pulled under once more after he had his way with her.

On more than one occasion, as if he could tell she was stirring, his damn head went between her thighs, and she woke up fully screaming from an orgasm.

That, or it was his fingers petting her to alertness by her clit before he made her pussy swallow them deep.

At this point, she was ready to crawl away to salvation, where she wasn’t being fucked into by a sex-crazed maniac.

Lindiwe... also wasn’t all that beaten up about it. She loved every second of it, every touch and caress, every moan and quaking breath he shared with her.

The realness of it all was just so lovely that she didn’t mind spending hours, or even days, screaming with abandon so long as he remained this way.

A real person, capable of experiencing sensation and proper emotion.

She didn’t even feel guilty that they hadn’t checked on their adult children the entire time – or maybe he did while he waited for her to wake once more. She wasn’t sure. Nor did she feel awful that their babies were still asleep, floating in the ether somewhere unseen.

They deserved this tranquillity and unruly passion after three hundred years of having neither.

Honestly, she was waiting for him to realise she was awake and attack her once more, lathering her in tickling kisses and mean little nips of his teeth. For the solidness of his hips to slot between her sensitive thighs, or his lips to clamp around her nipples, clit, or the side of her neck.

None of those things happened when they definitely should have.

Sliding her face against him, she turned slightly so she could shift more on top of him. She expected a set of otherworldly onyx eyes to greet her and instantly narrow with violent desire.

Instead, he didn’t even twitch in response.

His lips, thin and firm, were parted ever so slightly, and his eyelids, tipped with long lashes, were closed. Which didn’t particularly coincide with the monster between his hips that was seemingly awake.

She looked down at his cock, admiring its strength. Long, phallic shaped, with a slightly bigger head and a slit in it at the top, just... slightly translucent in its void colouring, like a ghostly spectre. She could even make out the inside of her palm whenever she wrapped her hand around it.

She flicked the tip. Still hard, even in sleep.

When not even that stirred him, Lindiwe smiled and moved her hand up so she could place it over his beating heart. Staring up at him tenderly, she rested her chin on the backs of her knuckles.

His hair swayed around his tapered horns, the cracks in the segmented layers golden while the rest was pure darkness.

Her eyes perused the golden bones she could see clearly, especially in places where the skin was thin, like his forehead, cheeks, and jaw.

The rest of his body was similar, with places where there were muscles shadowy enough to mostly hide his visible bones.

She couldn’t see his spine from the front of him, but she could clearly see it from behind. His knuckles, elbows, and even collarbones were bright.

He looks so strange, she thought as she wiggled her other arm underneath her and caressed the void shadows of his cheek.

None of his body looked matte – all of it rather shiny. There was no hair on his jaw, or really on his body. It was fully localised to his head and brows.

He’s... gorgeous. In the most mystical, unearthly way.

She used the pad of her thumb to lift his lip and get a good peek at his golden fangs. He had a rather nasty bite when he didn’t want to be sweet and gentle. He’d healed her, many times, but it often hurt and made her claw him in return.

Then, tired of waiting, considering she’d prodded him enough in curiosity, she poked his cheek. “Weldir.”

He didn’t move or even react.

Her smile fell, and her brow furrowed. She grabbed his chin and shook his head. “Helloooo, spirit of the void.”

Nothing.

Panic settled in. Her eyes widened, and she sat up as best as she could in the floating nothingness and shook his torso.

“Wake up. Don’t you dare leave me here in this realm while you sleep!”

It could be days, months, fucking years!

His face crinkled, pinched with a cringe, and he turned his head away. “So noisy,” he croaked in a deep, sleep-laden voice.

His arms wrapped around her, pulled until she was lying on top of him, and his eyes cracked open to peer down at her with lazy lids.

She relaxed and buried her face against his sternum with relief. “Oh thank goodness.”

“If you’re going to wake me, at least do it around me,” he said in a husky voice that was so delicious it should have been a sin.

Then he pushed her down, and she sputtered out a gasp when he made her mount his engorged cock.

She pushed up and regretted it when it made him hit so deep inside that her knees buckled inwards.

Lindiwe was till tender and swollen from the sex before she’d fallen asleep, and he felt bigger than before.

“Mmm. That’s better.”

Her fingertips dug into his chest, and her eyes squeezed shut as she winced – but her pussy betrayed her by clenching around him happily. She even grew wetter at the fullness, and she sunk onto him more, while her hips ached to rotate and tease him – and herself.

She barely managed to hold back.

“Don’t you want to experience the real world?” she asked, wondering why they were still here even after so long.

“No. I just want to experience this for now.”

His eyes opened a little more before he licked across the seam of his lips and lifted his hands to cup her breasts like he couldn’t stay away from them. His cock swelled within her, pulsated, and grew thicker.

“Don’t you want to leave here?”

If she’d been trapped here for as long as he had, she would’ve run so fast that she tripped through the portal’s threshold.

“No. I just want more of you.”

Her heart stuttered a little and swirled with warmth at his words. Okay, that was rather cute, but still...

“I don’t understand.”

His playful, teasing chuckle was more titillating than it really should have been. Weldir leaned up to press his lips to the underside of her jaw as his hands wrapped around her hips.

“I have plenty of time to greet Earth, or even Nyl’theria. What I want right now is to be deep inside my mate while she cries my name, as I call hers. To experience all my first sensations wrapped up entirely in all that I find mesmerising and thrilling in you, as you surrender to me.”

A small rasp left her, and she leaned into his embrace for more.

Then the tip of his nose brushed over the edge of her jaw as he said, “The first thing I smelt was you.” He pressed his lips to hers.

“The first thing I tasted was your lips.” His hands gripped her hips as he pushed himself impossibly deeper inside.

“The first thing I felt was all of you. And right now, I’m rather obsessed with all of that.

I want to tease you while I experience all of your little trembles, your heart beating rapidly for me, the way your body clings so tightly it wants to suck me in.

What’s a few months more of waiting, when I have you to discover? ”

“A few months?!” she exclaimed.

He fell back with a boisterous laugh. “I was being generous. I spent hundreds upon hundreds of years without touch, and I’d prefer just as many taking all of it from your body.”

Lindiwe whimpered in answer. She wanted to deny him for her own sanity, but he gazed up at her, all confidence, with a large grin and his face full of hungry excitement, and it was nearly impossible. He looked boyish, happy, and she just couldn’t say no.

“But if it sways you, I’m happy to change my shape for you, so long as you stay right where you are.

” When she tilted her head in question, his face dipped in a way that made it obvious he was tracing his sight down her body.

“I can reshape my new bones and make my form be any way you’d prefer, even serpent-like if you so wish it, or winged so we may fly.

I can make my skin harder or softer, rougher or silkier.

” Then a rather malicious grin caused him to flash his fangs at her.

“I can pleasure you with two cocks, or three, if you desire.”

Just when she felt her insides convulsing , not her doing but his, she smacked him in the chest. “Don’t you dare!”

He was perfectly fine as he was, and she didn’t really need anything overly erotic or complicated. She just wanted her Weldir. It was all she’d ever yearned for.

He gave a low chuckle. “Teasing you is fun.” Then he caressed his hands up her sides, his claws tickling her as he did.

“Sleeping from physical exhaustion felt odd, but it was nice waking up to you,” he admitted, while reaching up to cup her breasts again, and he thumbed both her nipples at the same time.

The more he touched them, the more wicked his eyes became as they zeroed in on her breasts and then where their bodies were joined, and his cock noticeably swelled in excitement. His nose crinkled, and a single fang nibbled on his bottom lip as his eyes glittered with obsessive heat.