Page 195 of A Soul to Guide

Merikh thumbed her clit and then smeared a wet line all the way to her navel. Everything was softer than usual, and her stomach didn’t appear so flat. He was rather thankful she had the contraceptive chain around her waist, since he wondered if her holding this much of his seed could potentially defy all odds and accidentally impregnate her.

“M-Merikh?” she nervously asked when he bounced his thumb against the flesh of her stomach, pushing his seed around.

He worked his softening knot, and yellow filled his vision when he finally yanked it from her. A waterfall of white semen gushed behind it, pouring onto his cock and the ground as a flood.

Purple instantly replaced his sight, and he was tempted to bury his thick cock back within her. It looked a little veinier than usual, still unbearably hard – but only because it seemed to be stuck in an erect state.

That probablywasn’ta good thing.

“Oh my gosh! That... that was... You did not just show me that!” She closed her legs and turned to the side. “That was so perverse. Whyme?”

“Whine all you like,” he warmly chuckled, dragging her closer. He stopped sharing his sight with her, but he was rather happy with himself that he’d shown her something so perverted. “But you came around me the entire time. I didn’t come this much on my own.”

She’d drained more from him by her pussy constantly quivering and spasming around his shaft.

She played dead, acting all limp and lifeless, as he picked her up while he was on his knees. It wasn’t the first time she’d done this.

He was forced to wrap her legs around his waist himself, then worked on getting her arms over his shoulders. Merikh hugged her, thankful he could do so properly now because of the guards he’d made. He rubbed the side of his skull against her ear, cheek, and soft curls to nuzzle her.

He couldn’t purr, but he did give her light, appreciative rumbles and growls.

She accepted all of me. Does that mean she would become my bride if I asked her?

He pressed her sternum, which was where her soul was hidden away, right over his heart.I’ve never wanted anything as much as I want her to be mine.

His own piece of starlight.

Basking in everything that was the big Duskwalker, Raewyn brought herself a little closer. Currently, they were lying in bed on their sides, chest to chest. His arms were around her, and his cuddle was so intimate that even his tail had curled around her thigh.

Her left arm was wrapped around him while the other was locked between them. She’d tried to throw her leg over him, but the guy was just too big for her to do that. So, he’d placed his top knee back so she could rest it on his lower thigh.

I’ve never properly lain with him before.It was no wonder he was already softly snoring, and she liked to think it was because he was utterly content.I’ve never been able to touch him while he sleeps.

Although she was laying with him since shefinallycould, her mind was racing after everything that had happened tonight. The second time had been just as intense as the first. Physically, she was limp as could be.

Having to be taken away from the bed so she could be popped like a freaking bottle was embarrassing, but it was still better than making a mess on the bed. She also kind of liked the feeling of his knot breaking free and then releasing what she’d been holding.

His slower thrusts during sex made it feel more intimate. She’d gotten to hold him the entire time, claw and bite at him however she wanted. And his sounds... how enamoured he was during it. Well, she would have suffered a third time as long as she got to experience that – even though he’d wrung so much from her, she didn’t think she had a drop left to give.

Thank goodness he could lubricate them both. She was raw, but not chaffed, a thoroughly taken woman.

In reality, physically, she radiated a level of satisfaction she didn’t think was possible. She’d never achieved it before.

Unfortunately, it was her thoughts, herheart,that were sprinting. She’d tried to calm them, tried to ease them so she could just lie there with him, but she was unable to.

She drew her arm back so she could cover her face with her hands and bury both against him. Her ears darted back in anxiety as she bit her lips shut to stop any noise of distress.

I think... I think I’m falling in love with you, Merikh,she thought, unsure if it was a cold or a warm shiver running down her spine. Her heart skipped in her chest, as both shyness and uncertainty tugged at it.

She wasn’t averse to loving Merikh. Even if he didn’t know it, he was lovely both inside and out. Maybe it was only towards her, but he was kind and considerate, and after today, she knew he could be tender.

He’d stroked her back until he’d fallen asleep, had tried to soothe her, had removed any pain she’d could have had. He’d checked on her, made sure she was comfortable, asked her if there was anything she needed before he’d started quietly snoring.

The issue was... how could she know if she cared for him for real without going home first?

She could make him fit in her life. She’d even started making plans. But she just didn’t know if she could be certain she felt so strongly towards him without having some space. Currently, he was her lifeline; she was utterly dependent on him to help her get home.

Was it some kind of appeasement? She definitely wasn’t a captive, but what if her feelings had grown from comfort?

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