Page 30 of To Free a Soul (Duskwalker Beginnings #2)

“Me?” Her hand slipped down to her chest as she brought her frowning face back to him. “Why? Orpheus has been fine for years. I haven’t needed to return to him and Katerina for months except to check their garden. I could’ve taken care of a baby during all that.”

“You didn’t indicate otherwise. How was I supposed to know?” He stilled until even his mist settled its constant hypnotic motion. “Does this mean you want to have another offspring?”

The question threw Lindiwe for a loop, simply because she hadn’t expected it. He’d never asked her before if she wanted another child; he’d only ever sought permission to make one.

Why did him asking her make her heart race and her face flush with heat in embarrassment?

“Well, no,” she answered honestly without thinking, more worried about how her hands started trembling when her pussy clenched.

Realising what she’d said, her eyes widened.

“I mean yes!” But she didn’t mean that either, because having more children wasn’t actually what she wanted!

She covered her face when it grew hotter.

“I mean, I’m fine with having another, but the act of making another is what I was waiting for you to ask about, and I didn’t know you’ve been waiting for me, otherwise I would have made it clear that. ..”

She was rambling... and she may have just admitted something she hadn’t meant to.

Oh god. I just told him I want to have sex! Shut up!

Not for duty, but simply to be naughty. To have pleasure. To touch and be touched, outside of the promises she’d made all those years ago.

A large hand wrapped around the side of her neck and yanked her closer. Then he rumbled, “You infuriating, vexing, annoying little creature.”

His mouth slammed over hers, hard enough to shock her, but gentle enough to incite a muffled moan. Her lips were quick to lock with his, and she slipped her arms around his neck, thankful that he’d moved the solid parts of him to allow it.

A surprised moan mixed with a rasp escaped from her when his hand grasped her breast from within her dress.

She bowed her chest forward into his hold, uncaring that he’d ghosted through her garment to touch her directly.

The tickle of him doing it through her panties had her widening her thighs, wanting him to get to the place that’d been aching for so long.

The ties at her hips keeping her underwear together pulled taut when his hand appeared within them. She didn’t mind the slight burn, not when his fingertips expertly found her throbbing clit. Lindiwe instantly bucked to deepen the pressure, and he swallowed her blissful expire.

Even though his hands continued to pet her, one pinching her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, her dress parted down the front. Helping his tendrils to remove it, she let him go long enough to unthread her arms from the sleeves before winding them around his neck even tighter.

She ground against his fingers, just as the ties of her panties were loosened.

He could’ve used his magic to pull the threads apart like her dress and seam them back together as if nothing had happened, but she had a feeling he didn’t so she’d shiver when the material traced across her skin as it pulled away.

Weldir broke from the kiss to rub his wetted lips against her throat, and Lindiwe tilted her head back, her own lips parting.

She didn’t care that this was happening out of nowhere, that it was happening so fast, or that she was spiralling so quickly it could have been deemed pathetic. Not when he pressed just right against her clit, and she thought she saw stars in his empty, vast realm of endless night.

She’d needed this for so long. The anger she felt at herself for being so silent drove her to claw at him for more.

There’s more of him than usual.

She was able to scratch her nails across the top half of his back and not feel a hard barrier. She cupped one side of his neck while her fingers dived into his wispy hair.

She wanted more touch, more pleasure, and his tongue dragging across her skin just didn’t feel like enough.

Neither did his fingers digging into the heated flesh of her breast, or the drag of his thumb against her nipple.

Her arse was feeling unloved, as was the small of her back, and even her sides.

And she swore if he didn’t touch her left breast soon, she’d do it herself just to ease the unbalanced ache in it.

“I-if you bring your dick out, I can grind against it,” she suggested, beyond caring if that was a lewd thing to say. It would free up his hand so it could caress her in other ways.

Weldir paused, and although he didn’t move, she had the oddest inclination that he was looking at her from the corner of his black eyes. Was he surprised that she’d asked, or was it because of her straightforwardness?

Lindiwe was aware her desire was like a candle. All he needed to do was light her, and she was warm. In the heat of the moment, she was bolder and refused to let her flame blow out until she was completely melted into a gooey puddle.

The hand between her thighs evaporated. She felt the slide of it over her round backside before it shoved her forward... against hard thickness. A barrier finally formed when she went to wrap her legs around his narrow waist, and it gave her an anchor as she worked her hips.

Weldir darted down to take her mouth. With the way his tongue delved, it was only a temporary kiss. Within seconds, he broke away to lower his head, and anticipation thrummed through her. Before he even made it to her breast, she was tipping it up to greet his lips.

A shiver tore down her spine when his lips captured her nipple, and as he used her saliva as lubricant, even more arousal pooled at her core.

Her folds moulded around his cock and spread her wetness over it, making each glide better and hotter until she tingled.

Her vision dazed, and she tried to get closer, to make it feel deeper as her pussy clamped around nothing.

Each glide over her needy clit and her entrance made her grind harder, faster, until her hips were unceasing and ruthless.

Poor Weldir just accepted it as she gripped what she could of his hair while her nails dug into his back. She let out quiet little cries, trying to push herself towards the smouldering edge of her lust so she could feel its flames scorch her.

“If you’re going to ride me,” Weldir growled around her nipple, “then ride me properly.”

“Wait,” she rasped out when he parted their hips. “Why are you–”

A gasp caught in her throat as he slammed her down around his cock, penetrating her deep with one thrust.

Her eyes watered from the bite of pain as her snug pussy clamped down around him in surprise.

Yet Lindiwe choked out a sobbing moan and pushed down even deeper to get to the root of him.

To feel that stretch until she thought she was splitting in two.

Until she felt so full that she couldn’t remember what it was like to be empty.

She was so sopping wet that it didn’t even matter that she was tight from disuse. Slipping her fingers through his hair, she grabbed his horn to anchor herself as she bounced on his cock.

Had he been human, his nipping teeth around her nipple would have been impossible, but as the middle of his torso was currently missing, he could manoeuvre beyond normality. She didn’t care how weird that thought was, not when she was so full of his cock that her mind dulled with lust.

She buried her face against the top of his head, wishing he had a scent that she could lose herself in. Or that he’d fucking moan for once so it wasn’t just her own pathetic cries echoing around her.

I’m so close. The first time was always the hardest, but once she made it over that hurdle, she’d become a throbbing, climaxing mess.

“Why are you always so quiet?” she whispered around airy pants. “You can moan, you know. I’d kind of like to hear that.”

She didn’t know why he was hiding them, or if they just weren’t natural, but his voice...

That deep, rough, sinful voice... if he gifted her with a broken groan, Lindiwe thought she’d disintegrate and explode in ecstasy. She thought her ears would ring forever, and it would be added to the list of things that sent her on edge with lust when she was alone.

“Moan?” He pulled away from her nipple just enough that if he had any breath, it would’ve tickled it. “I can pretend to, if you’d prefer.”

Lindiwe’s movements slowed, then ceased altogether. She pulled back to meet his gaze with a frown. “Pretend?”

Oddly enough, he frowned in return, as if what he’d said wasn’t absurd. “You know I don’t feel anything, so moaning felt disingenuous. I can pretend, though – if you don’t enjoy my silence.”

With his cock so deep inside her that her lips were flush against his groin, her heart sped up beyond its normal capacity. It was so fast that she felt it throbbing in her pussy, her wrists, and even in her ears.

Her breaths quickened, and were so short and shallow that they actually hurt to produce. Her whisper was so fast that even she barely understood it. “What do you mean, you don’t feel anything?”

Weldir brought them face to face as his head tilted ever so slightly. “My physical body is incomplete. I’ve explained this. I perceive nothing physically. I cannot even smell or taste anything.”

Realisation slammed into her like a war hammer. Gasping, Lindiwe shoved his chest so hard that she sent herself flying backwards, her pussy instantly bereft of his girth.

“I thought you meant emotionally! I thought you meant for me !” she yelled, covering her breasts with one arm and her pubic mound with the other. “Not physically!”

Tears welled in her eyes as understanding dawned, and she felt far too exposed right then, but she didn’t have the will to uncover herself to grab her clothing.

“Lindiwe, I don’t understand why you’re upset.”

At least he was honest these days about his ignorance!

“I thought you were being na?vely callous!” she yelled.