Page 194 of A Soul to Touch

“You don’t have to,” she replied softly, turning her face down to press it against the top of his.

His eyes darkened in the sheer bliss of her going beyond just accepting his embrace but deepening it.

Her little cottage was warmed by the dying fireplace, and it smelled like pumpkin and sleep. He took in these sensations, as well as her, and an overwhelming sense of gratitude washed over him.

He knew nothing of what awaited him on the other side, but he’d always worried it would be lonely.

When he’d sacrificed his life in his attempt to save hers, he’d thought he wouldn’t come back. He’d also feared that it wouldn’t have been enough and that he would have found her somehow in the afterworld, wandering around lost and by herself.

This alternative was far better than he could ever have hoped for.

She is alive.And he was with her. She was his bride, something he’d wanted all the way down to the fibre of his entire being.

Her flame was warm within his chest. He could feel it there while knowing it also sat on top of his skull.

Mayumi pressed the sweetest, softest little fluttering kisses to his face, following some line he could feel was different. He had no idea what it was, but he’d discover that later. All he knew was that it brought no pain.

She lowered while pressing her fingertips to the underside of his chin to lift it. She kissed the front of his fangs, and he opened his sight to find her eyes were firmly on him.

She appeared a little paler than he remembered, and the underneath of her eyes were puffy and pink, but when she smiled with a wicked hint in her expression, his heart sped upsuddenly. There was a tender warmth there as well, one he’d never seen from her before.

Mayumi had always been sensual towards him, but this seemed like pure affection. Could any Duskwalker, or even human, not be enthralled by her being like this?

I don’t think I will be able to handle her being sweeter to me.Just her kissing his face while gazing at him had his sight turning bright pink. The fact he felt comfortable enough to allow her to see it made it all the better.

I like her cold. It makes it easier not to fall prey to her –which was an odd thought coming from a beast like him.

Then she did something that had his jaws parting slightly from a deep expire.

Mayumilickedacross his fangs.

By the third time, she demanded, “Open up, Faunus.”

He parted his fangs properly and greeted her tongue by licking it with his own. She deepened the contact by swiping hers down his hard and fast. He met each of her delicious tastebuds personally with a thrill passing through him on each stroke. When she twisted her head and went the other way, he did the same until she bit the tip of his tongue.

His head darted back, not expecting her to do this, but she held firm, and his tongue stretched between them.

He read the ‘got you’ expression on her face.

Faunus let out a little, heat-struck growl. He pushed his head forward, his fangs parting around her face as he shoved his tongue through her teeth and deep within her mouth.

He couldn’t help groaning at the taste and texture of her while she gave a soft moan in response as she lapped at him.

When he felt her hands fiddling between them, he fisted the hood of her jacket and slipped it off her once she was done with the buttons. She pulled her shirt off and let it fall as well. He needed her beautiful bare body against his own. He needed tofeel that she was real, that he was here with her in the physical world.

His hand caressed from between her hips all the way up her spine until he cut her hair tie with his claw and was shoving his fingers into the wonderful strands. He admired every inch of her, from soft skin and hard vertebrae to her silky hair.

Every bit of her had his palm tingling.

A thud was followed by a second, one of her boots falling to the timber floor while the other fell on top of his foot as she kicked them off.

“I thought I’d never get to touch you again,” she whispered, brushing her fingers through the fur of his chest until they were sliding over his shoulders and down his upper back. “Or smell you,” she murmured after she planted her face against his neck and breathed him in deeply. “Or feel your warmth or hear your breaths.”

A blaze was sent through him, ruffling all the inhuman parts of him, from fur to the spikes covering him. Even his tail tip curled at her admissions.

Her scent was ripening from soothing to heated, her arousal growing to wrap his mind like an ache. He panted against it and fisted her hair and thigh tighter from the quick tension it brought forth.

She was being so ravenous and passionate that he was spiralling out of control. He would happily let her eat him alive as long as she didn’t stop, adoring being pampered by her continuously moving hands and mouth.

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