Page 99 of To Free a Soul (Duskwalker Beginnings #2)

A time unknown, but of sensation and intimacy

I can’t believe I just did that, Weldir thought, pressing the pad of a thumb and two fingers against his closed eyes.

His new heart was sprinting, the lingering pleasure colliding with embarrassment so intense he found the organ wildly uncomfortable. If this was what mortification felt like, he thought he’d rather remain a bodiless mist entity forever.

I fucking came, and I wasn’t even inside her. He’d ejaculated... prematurely. I’m a god. A fucking god, for pity’s sake, and my cock blew because it felt so good it was like my damn soul was being petted.

He growled quietly, frustrated with himself and this new body.

As much as he knew evaporating like that wasn’t the wisest nor proudest choice, he just couldn’t face his mate in that moment.

He was being bombarded by all these sensations, things he’d never felt before, alongside physiological reactions to his emotions.

He was vibrating under the onslaught, to the point that even his muscles leapt at the weirdness.

Two warm and soft hands caressed the tops of his shoulders.

Weldir barked out a quiet yelp and startled forward, as he’d never been surprised before in his entire life.

“You didn’t have to run away,” Lindiwe said in a low, comforting tone, as she wrapped her arms around his neck from behind. “You’re also very easy to find now.”

His immediate instinct was to flee again, but he shuddered when soft lips pressed against the side of his nape, just as fingertips tickled down the front of his chest. He arched into the touches, somehow mollified by them because they just felt so nice.

He also found the smell of her dizzying, and his muscles bunched with this primal urge to capture her, pin her down, and mount her fiercely until he utterly drowned in every inch of her.

His drained cock swelled in reaction, and the only reason he didn’t act on the impulse was because he was so powerless to her little kisses and hands, which soothed him and had his void skin cascading with intense prickles.

“You don’t have to feel bad for being excited,” she whispered, her melodic, feminine voice right in his ear, causing the point of it to draw back and flick rapidly.

The intensity of it had an expire humming from him, followed by a shiver.

“I liked it.” As if she could tell he was having an enormous reaction to her, she brushed her lips back and forth over the length of his ear, with her hot breath fanning over it.

“You can always make it up to me. Although... I think I have much more to make up for, many years to give back. Many orgasms .”

Something in Weldir snapped – that tiny semblance of control gone. He spun around, pinned her arms down against a flat barrier he created beneath her, and placed himself above her with a looming, quiet warning rumble. The vibration of it was unfamiliar as it resonated deep within his chest.

Rather than being afraid, she bit down on her bottom lip and looked up at him with crinkling eyes.

The softness in her gaze, mingled with tenderness and the desirous heat he knew all too well, did strange things to his mind.

There was also trust, and in that moment, he didn’t know what he wanted to do.

His erection demanded he bury himself to the base and pump his way to the ball-clutching, pelvis-tingling bliss he’d felt before.

Yet he also had this yearning to kiss and nip every inch of her beautiful brown skin, or delve his tongue into every hollow and over every line of her body.

His lips wanted to crush hers since they didn’t look swollen enough from their earlier kissing.

His hands itched to knead every swell of her curves, but also dive into her pretty curls until he made them messy from fisting them.

His body needed to mesh up against every part of hers until they weren’t only entangled but moulded into one aching being.

His heart seemed to thrum everywhere, and it was so heavy and so fucking noisy that it overshadowed his chaotic thoughts until just pure instinct thrummed to take over. His body was hot, his skin taut and on fire, and all of him tingled with violent arousal.

And her scent was driving him so mad that every breath in was laced with it, making him salivate to taste her. She also now smelt of him, and that satisfied a rather dark part of him that he didn’t understand.

Weldir gave in to multiple desires at once.

He released her wrists so he could shove his fingers into her curls, fist them tightly, and cover her mouth with his.

He kissed her hard enough that it pained his own lips, yet she didn’t seem to mind as she cupped the sides of his face and pulled him in.

When her tongue, rounder than his own, clashed with his, he produced a groan.

Now he understood why Lindiwe liked to kiss, why she’d often brought him in for one. It was easy to get lost in the act; the sharing of their breaths, the wetness, and even the warmth clawed at his heart.

But he was quick to move away as other parts of her called to him. Her pulsing throat had tickled his lips before, and he brushed them over it as he created a path downwards. Then further down still, since he had foolishly not appreciated her full and perky breasts earlier.

He tried to be gentle as he cupped her left breast, surprised that it was so soft and squishy, and that her nipple was remarkably firm. He cupped the underside of the other and brought it to his mouth, remembering fondly how much she enjoyed having her nipples teased.

She hummed with contentment and pressed her chest into his face and hand for more.

Admittedly, touching her by feel was much easier and much more fun than by pure sight.

He licked around her nipple before lashing across it, repeating this multiple times while he plucked the other.

Then he switched sides, bringing much of her breast into his mouth so he could suck the hard peak tightly, while his left hand caressed and squeezed.

But somewhere else was beckoning him, and the longer he teased her, the worse his need to go there became.

Her scent kept calling to him, and it made his cock twitch and pulsate constantly.

He was so hungry for it that saliva gathered in his mouth and created a sticky string between her nipple and his lips when he pulled away.

Weldir didn’t even tease a path to his destination.

He pushed up from her, grabbed the backs of her thighs, and spread her open as he shoved his slightly pointed tongue right into the source that was fucking annihilating his senses. She gasped in surprise at his tongue suddenly deep inside her cunt, while he produced a hopeless, guttural groan.

His eyes rolled back in rapture before he shut them at the taste of her, while his claws dug into the flesh of her thighs. His tongue swirled and drew back and forth so he could collect more, swallow, and then dip in for more.

He was immediately enamoured with doing this, tasting her, and he knew with absolute certainty that she was going to struggle to separate his mouth from her pussy in the future.

His mate tasted like a delicious reward, and Weldir was a rather selfish and self-gratifying god. A lucky male.

Lindiwe grabbed his horns. He couldn’t feel her hands, but he felt the tug across the top of his skull as she spread her thighs wider and ground against his face.

He nuzzled his nose and face against her clit and folds for her, and she gifted him with a cute moan, one that had his pointed ears drooping in contentment.

He pulled back just enough to lash her clit with his tongue one way and then the other before snarling as he buried his tongue into her tight, wet hole once more.

His cock ached desperately to the point that he considered fisting it just to get rid of it, so he could focus on this, on her.

Yet he didn’t have the strength right then to do anything more than shake with need as he tasted his mate for the first time.

She felt so soft, the petals of her pussy a caress to his tongue, and he pulled out of her momentarily to trace along them.

Her sweet cry every time he grazed over her clit was like a gift, and he nuzzled harder with his nose and face just so he could return to where he wanted to be.

Breathing was rather difficult, and he wished he no longer had the need again. Her pants grew shallower and higher pitched, echoing with little cries, ensuring he didn’t actually mind that he was half suffocating.

Then her legs locked around his head, trapping him to her – not really, he was much stronger – as her back arched.

Her pull on his horns strengthened as a loud, beautifully haunted cry sang from her, right as her little cunt tightened around his tongue.

As she sweetly surrendered, her liquid coated his tongue, and Weldir nuzzled his face into her folds for every drop.

Lindiwe stretched back and arched repeatedly, helping to draw out her climax until she was done. As soon as she went all soft, he drew away while licking across his lips. He grabbed just above her knee and yanked her down hard, while this time fisting his cock so he could actually aim it.

His frenzied gaze darted all over her parted and exposed body, all of it beautiful, mesmerising, cock-throbbing. Her full breasts, her spread pussy, her heated eyes lazily looking up at him, even the line of her waist and her hip bones were given his appreciative appraisal.

Aggressive desire struck him deeper.

“I’m sorry about this,” he whispered between erratic, frantic pants. “But I sincerely cannot wait anymore.”