Page 210 of To Free a Soul
Torn between wanting her to hurry up, and not being able to do anything else in his stunned state but be overloaded by sensation, his expression pinched. He groaned, his cock tingling,pulsating, and throbbing in utter suffering, and Weldir knew he was moments from snapping.
The impending danger meant he had to pull his clawed fingers from her luscious curls. He almost slid them back in to anchor himself when shefinallysunk her mouth around him again butmoanedas she did. That sweet noise vibrated all the way down to his centre and then sparked across his groin.
“Owlet,” he groaned, his fangs parting, his head thrown back, and his hips surging forward.
Then she slipped up and down him, going halfway, which was as far as she could reach before he butted against the back of her throat. She was slow at first, but she quickly sped up, her movements controlled and occasionally teasing as she constantly flicked her tongue around the rim of his head. There was a spot right beneath it that had an exhalation falling from him each time.
Don’t grab her head,Weldir reminded himself, her slowness and depth spiralling him into swifter passion.Her mouth is not as yielding as her pussy.Although the limitations were minimal, breaching her throat, especially with his size, was likely to be unappreciated.
He’d rather just hump her in a way she’d enjoy.
He truly was revelling in this, but it was growing increasingly hard to hold back. His body twitched and flexed in restrained control, his legs shaking and moments from buckling, but it was also aggravating him. Any longer, and he was sure to lose it.
And when she answered his growly groan by moaning around him again – this time much deeper, as ifshewas enjoying it – he simply couldn’t take it anymore.
He grabbed the back of her head and yanked her off.
“Hey! Wait! I was still playing with that.”
She gasped when he picked her up with his tendrils and the shadowy blanket he’d placed underneath her until she was safely gripped in his large palms.
“I need inside you,now,” he rumbled, wrapping her thighs around his waist as he shoved her up against the closest tree.
Her clothing barely lasted a second as more tendrils tore her dress and underwear from her in one go, leaving his lovely mate bare to him. Her cloak, still wrapped around her neck and shoulders, would be the perfect cushion, stopping her soft skin from scraping too badly.
“I was hoping to taste you, you know.” Lindiwe looked down when she must have felt his cock sliding over her slit. She held onto him by the back of his neck and spread her thighs in welcome.
He gripped her arse to stop her from moving, nudged against her opening, and then shoved in, impaling her on his cock. He watched her spreading over him, how her pussy lips parted and stretched to accommodate him.
Damp heat gloved him so snugly that his eyes instantly rolled back when he was swallowed all the way to the base.
“Mmm, so wet,” he groaned, leaning forward to be near her ear. She shivered at his voice, his breaths, how close he was to her. “Sucking me made you nice and prepared for me. Next time, I’ll try to make sure I taste you in return first.”
“Okay. Whatever you want,” she whispered, thrusting her hips forward. “Just... hurry.”
He chuckled at that, at his pleasure-greedy little mate, who was just as insatiable as he was. Then, considering how they got here, he wondered how she’d react if he said it again, now, while balls-deep inside her.
“I love you, my owlet,” he stated, his voice low and deep in her ear.
Weldir bit his bottom lip with a cutting fang and grinned when her lovely little cunt squeezed him so fucking tight.Ah. She likes it.Her naughty scent deepened to a drool-worthy degree, and she grew much wetter. Now that he was able to feel, he was able to sense how her whole body seemed to reach out to him, and how his own called right back to give her his all.
He pulled back to gauge her face. Yes, there was need, passion, and desire, but there was also love, affection, and devotion. And... determined annoyance? Or was it a hint of playful mischief?
Her next words gave him his answer.
“I love you, too, spirit of the void,” she whispered, looking up at him through long, dark lashes.
The snarl that burst out of him was lethal. He grabbed where her backside met her thighs, kept her nice and wide for him, and began to pump hard and fast into his misbehaving and wicked mate. He pinned her hard between his firm body and the tree, and she bounced from each thrust with her head falling back on sharp, happy cries.
Since she’d already teased him with her mouth to the point of madness, he knew this wasn’t going to last long. He was likely to join her the moment she started orgasming.
He didn’t mind.
Humour and tenderness, need and fire, created a swirling vortex within his chest. Instead of clawing into her skin when she clenched him, Weldir let go of one thigh, wrapped a tendril around it to keep it in place, and balanced himself against the tree. He rent it with his claws as violent aggression thumped within his chest and cock, but at least her sweet pussy could handle him attempting to destroy it.
There were plenty of trees in the Veil for him to claw, rather than his precious female. Perhaps they could spend their entangled foreverness leaving their lustful marks upon each one.
Regardless, there was one thing that was certain.
