Page 40 of To Free a Soul (Duskwalker Beginnings #2)

Her pupils were blown, eating away at her pretty brown irises, while her third finger on her right hand always trembled when she was this twisted with need.

The tiny hairs on her body that would rise in waves were often the precursor to an intense ripple of goosebumps that would cascade down her legs and arms. The corded muscles in her neck would tighten when she sucked in a sharp, near-choking hitch of breath.

Different muscles, slim and taut, would flex. His gaze often bounced between each one, as if following their complex dance, yet he could never guess the next location. They were utterly enticing in their playfulness.

Her bottom lip was now swollen from her constant chewing on it, but usually both were tender from his kisses. The seam of them was drier than normal, but she soothed them with a darting lick he almost missed.

Sure, he should have been preoccupied with her fingers plucking at her body and her melodious, sultry cries as she flicked her clit side to side.

Yes, he did find it rather hypnotic, but only because of the resultant symphony.

The dance of flesh, muscles, and tendons, the little pants, the shuddering moans.

But it was how her body trembled towards release, how it grew flushed.

How he could almost see the ache within by the way her hips constantly bucked for more and more, so greedy and ravenous that she stopped caring about anything but achieving her own end.

Weldir knew that while she was desperate for it, he could touch in almost any way, explore beyond the boundaries of what he’d tried, and she’d accept it.

Accept him, in the only way she ever truly did.

She dived her fingers lower into the slit of her folds, wetting them to the second knuckle.

Then she spread them against her opening as if preparing to enter it, but it gave Weldir quite the naughty peek within her depths.

He glimpsed pink flesh that looked plump and tight before she delved her middle finger into the darkness within.

Her lips shut to hum a soft moan, and she tilted her head forward. She opened her eyes, but they were dazed and sightless as she looked at him. He knew there was little she was seeing – perhaps just his darkness, where he hovered. There was recognition there, but her mind was elsewhere.

Lindiwe pumped her finger, and her toes curled momentarily. She angled her hand so the top knuckle of her thumb rubbed against her clit at the same time, desiring more stimulation.

That wasn’t something Weldir had ever considered doing.

“Add another,” Weldir commanded when she was taking too long. “You like being fuller.”

The amber in her molten-brown eyes sparkled with recognition, and she darted her tongue along the seam of her lips.

She slipped another finger inside, and its trembling ceased when it was encased in snugness.

Her hand thrust faster. Her pussy squelched as she grew noticeably wetter, and the sound was as erotic as it’d always been.

Her eyelids drooped, tipping her dark lashes down.

With each deep thrust, her pants grew shallower and more broken, and her limbs tightened inwards.

Then her fingers stayed sheathed, and it was only from her knuckles shifting that he knew she was wiggling them inside her cunt.

That she was pressing and teasing the exact spot that had her head tipped back on a loud cry.

She moved them together, then individually, only to pump her fingers once more to reveal she’d made herself wetter.

Yet her body didn’t relent, and she pulled out to pet her clit so she could catch her breath. Her fingers were drenched in her arousal, a little clear, a little milky, and she used that to caress up and down her slit, keeping her fingers flat. Each time, she made sure to press hard on her clit.

Her melting expression softened, no longer close to the edge but obviously still teetering near it. The first orgasm always seemed to be the trickiest, and then there would be a crescendo of them.

She met his gaze, truly met it, and her petting slowed.

“Why are you stopping?” Weldir had to bite back a growl, although his tone was rough and displeased.

“I don’t think I’m going to come like this,” she whispered around tiny rasps. “It’s like... my body is fighting me.”

“Then try harder. I told you, you’re not leaving my realm until you have.” And he definitely wouldn’t let her when she was so close, with her naked legs spread and her pussy wet and waiting.

She hadn’t come last time either, and Weldir was still annoyed over it, as she’d ridden him before and that had been exciting. Watching her entirely use his body had been so mentally arousing that his mist had started colliding with itself and lumping together in a weird pattern.

So, no, Weldir wouldn’t let her rob herself of another orgasm. Not even if she begged to be let go.

His tendril on her leg tightened, making sure she couldn’t escape from it.

“It’s like it knows it’s not... you .” She whispered the last word, but he heard it, and it shocked him all the same.

Weldir’s mist disappeared from around him and instead encased her. The rest of him stayed behind, refusing to further close the short distance between them. His chalky physical self shifted around his limbs and torso erratically, as if the restraint was irritating it.

Lindiwe closed her thighs a little as her shoulders turned inwards and her expression, so full of fire just seconds before, turned shy.

“Can you... help me?”

Weldir was moving in an instant. He didn’t need a reason, nor did he particularly care why she’d changed her mind.

He didn’t even waste time by floating over. He transported himself straight to her, and she didn’t have a chance to register him there before he slammed two fingers, with his claws missing, inside her pussy.

“Oh!” Her back arched and her eyes widened, only for them to grow dazed and then half closed when he quickly began to thrust.

At the same time, he shot his head forward to lick her clit, and although he couldn’t feel it, Weldir had used trial and error in the past to determine how hard he needed to apply pressure.

He knew how to circle his tongue just right, how to keep his fangs from nicking the sensitive bundle of nerves, and he’d taught himself how to suck – although that last one required a touch of his mana for assistance.

One of her hands grabbed his hair, and he made sure it was available for her to do so, while the other grasped a horn.

Except... he wasn’t feeling as magnanimous as usual.

He let his frustration and annoyance over how they got here shimmer through, and he grabbed all four of her limbs with tendrils, then yanked them apart.

He spread her thighs as far as they could go so she remained open for him to do as he pleased, and he even coiled his tendrils around her legs in a way that trapped her calves against her thighs.

Then he brought her arms up above her head and threaded his black tendrils together, so her wrists were bound against each other.

“What are you doing?” she rasped.

“You have done quite enough touching,” Weldir said in a low, darkened tone. “Now it’s my turn.”

Weldir upped the ante, and he sucked hard on her sensitive little clit, while thrusting his fingers fast and deep. Lindiwe had done all the hard work for him, and it was barely a few seconds before her entire body went taut.

Her back arched, tipping her breasts upwards, and her limbs trembled all at once. The cry she let out was loud, high-pitched, and satisfyingly close to a scream .

He flicked his gaze up her body without removing his mouth from her, then shook his head, knowing it would only deepen her orgasm, and he was quite content with the view.

Her breasts, so soft and pretty, jiggled as she shuddered, while her stomach rose and dipped from desperate, erratic breaths.

He couldn’t see her face, but the dance of her body was enough to quell his annoyance at that.

Then, when her body ceased its quivering, Weldir removed his fingers and mouth from her. He transported himself again, this time to directly behind her.

After he separated his sight from his body, he floated forward, then turned so he could view her, and himself, together fully.

“Would you prefer to know where I am?” Weldir asked as he snaked his arms around her torso. “Like I said, I can only see, not feel, but I do rather like the view of you like this.”

Between panted breaths, she said hoarsely, “I’d prefer to know.”

Although the way he perceived his surroundings outside of himself was amorphous, he gave it a shape for her human mind to comprehend.

Two eyelids, filled with the blackness of his normal eyes, were haloed by a white light.

He even added lashes to make them appear less odd, though he always forgot to blink.

Her gaze met his free-floating one, and she looked a little startled at first. Enough so that she gasped in surprise when he cupped one breast, covering it in a dark, chalky hand, while the other dipped low, already wet from her orgasm, and slid along her clit to cradle it between two of his fingers.

With her arms still bound above her head, although lacking enough tension that she could bend her elbows, she lurched forward in his arms at his touch.

Her brown curls waved around her face, partially blocking it and his own from being seen, so he used his will to sweep it all to the opposite side. Then he nuzzled his nose against the soft spot behind her ear that always made her breath hitch, especially when he spoke low.

“I like you tied up like this. You look quite defenceless,” he muttered, followed by a dark chuckle. “Unable to truly move, unable to get away. Unable to do what you like with that cute little body of yours.”

He tightened his tendrils on her limbs just so she could feel the squeeze of them.