Page 14 of To Free a Soul
As much as she should have been mortified that he’d been watching her while she slept naked, without even a blanket to shield her, she just couldn’t muster up the emotion. Weldir had always been watching her, would forever watch her, and her sore and tender body hadtingledin reaction to it for once.
She also couldn’t remember the last time she’d woken up that well rested. She’d turned shy due to being naked and at the recollection of what had transpired before she fell asleep, but she hadn’t felt uncomfortable.
The conversation afterwards had been awkward, but that was simply because she hadn’t known what to say after being fucked so thoroughly. A lot of this was still new territory between them,and even if she lost her inhibitions while they were in the middle of sex, they still resurfaced afterwards.
So she’d grabbed her clothes and left.
But the memory of it lingered, and her belly often coiled with desire, which led to heat pooling at her core. Every time she spoke to him, she remembered.
And she wanted more, even if she didn’t dare ask for it.
She knew it was best that they kept the act to merely making offspring – or rather, servants. Lindiwe worried she’d grow too attached if she allowed them to cross that line where sex was no longer a duty but something they enjoyed outside of it.
Even after all this time, and the fact that things between them had changed, she knew she had to keep her heart closed off to him.
It was doubtful he felt anything more than duty and desire towards her anyway. And she refused to fall in love with someone who was entirely incapable of giving it in return.
Still, it didn’t mean she disregarded the way her belly flipped at knowing he was there, nor could she ignore how her heart stuttered when a strange yet genial and warm chuckle, deep and sensual, curled around her brain.
“What’s so funny?” she grumbled, her eyes narrowing into suspicious slits at the empty space before her.
“Nothing, little female,” he answered with mirth. “Nothing at all.”
A time unknown, but one of memories
Weldir made sure his chuckle wouldn’t be heard this time.I’m sure she would be angry if she knew what I’ve been doing.
It didn’t stop him, though; it never did.
He inspected the way her eyes narrowed into suspicious slits in his viewing disc, which was completely different from the lazy-lidded version of her before him in stone.
I really did like her on her knees for me,he thought, as he cupped her stone jaw like he did when they were last intimate.
Although her mouth should be open, he actually kept it closed since it wasn’t surrounding his girth. Had he wanted to, he could have used his own body to play out that scene once more, but he refrained from doing so... again.
He tucked the one curl behind her ear that always strayed next to her temple, as if that was the way it naturally fell. Her stone eyes looked up at him with heat, with desire, and he’d long been fond of that expression cast towards him.
The real Lindiwe stepped away from his mist, intending to venture into the forest – or perhaps she was heading to findhumans to momentarily insert herself amongst for easy food. Since she no longer intended to continue their conversation, he let the silence that often hung between them return.
He turned his attention to the second sculpture he’d already made, as well as the third.
I couldn’t pick my favourite moment.
He liked her on her knees, but he’d also become deeply enamoured by the way she held his horn and hair and ground on his face. The moment his female was intimate, she grew bold, daring, and rather greedy when it came to her lust. He was smitten by it, and she could be as rough with him as she liked, so long as he was gifted with the song of her climax.
The last sculpture was difficult to understand what was happening unless he inserted himself into its scene. Holding her from behind as he played with her clit and breasts seemed to make her more ravenous than usual, and he made a mental note to touch those places more intensely when he fucked her in the future.
She craved all kinds of touch, and he was eager to supply it.
But what had made him chuckle was that she’d tucked her hair behind her ear while wearing a rather cute and shy expression, when the many faces before him were sultry and heated. Wanton. Some of them depicted her biting her lip, and on others, her mouth was parted midway through a moan.
Weldir’s precious cave of memories... and the centre of it was full of debauchery. All her many poses during their rare moments of intimacy, each one sculpted down to the minutest detail.
Her body hides nothing.
Every twitch, every vein that popped and throbbed, every tiny hair that lifted as goosebumps rained down her skin. How the muscles of her thighs shook, her feet arched, and her toes curled.
It was those unhidden moments he enjoyed the most.
