Page 195 of To Free a Soul
Their limbs were locked, his legs intertwined with hers while he had his arm around her back to hold her thigh. Her arm lay across his chest, which moved up and down with deep, rhythmic breaths, his hand on top of hers.
When she peeked open her eyes to look down the plane of his front, she froze when she saw his cock was hard. It wasalwayshard.She was actually a little frightened of it, as every time Lindiwe had woken over the course of who knew how long, she’d get a few moments of lucidity before she was being pumped into.
So this is what it’s like to be at the mercy of a horny god.It was like his body sought hers constantly to take out all his lust and need on.
She woke up in his arms each time she dozed off, only to be pulled under once more after he had his way with her. On more than one occasion, as if he could tell she was stirring, his damn head went between her thighs, and she woke up fullyscreaming from an orgasm. That, or it was his fingers petting her to alertness by her clit before he made her pussy swallow them deep.
At this point, she was ready to crawl away to salvation, where she wasn’t being fucked into by a sex-crazed maniac.
Lindiwe... also wasn’t all that beaten up about it. She loved every second of it, every touch and caress, every moan and quaking breath he shared with her.
The realness of it all was just so lovely that she didn’t mind spending hours, or even days, screaming with abandon so long as he remained this way.
A real person, capable of experiencing sensation and proper emotion.
She didn’t even feel guilty that they hadn’t checked on their adult children the entire time – or maybe he did while he waited for her to wake once more. She wasn’t sure. Nor did she feel awful that their babies were still asleep, floating in the ether somewhere unseen.
They deserved this tranquillity and unruly passion after three hundred years of having neither.
Honestly, she was waiting for him to realise she was awake and attack her once more, lathering her in tickling kisses and mean little nips of his teeth. For the solidness of his hips to slot between her sensitive thighs, or his lips to clamp around her nipples, clit, or the side of her neck.
None of those things happened when they definitelyshouldhave.
Sliding her face against him, she turned slightly so she could shift more on top of him. She expected a set of otherworldly onyx eyes to greet her and instantly narrow with violent desire.
Instead, he didn’t even twitch in response.
His lips, thin and firm, were parted ever so slightly, and his eyelids, tipped with long lashes, were closed. Which didn’tparticularly coincide with the monster between his hips that was seemingly awake.
She looked down at his cock, admiring its strength. Long, phallic shaped, with a slightly bigger head and a slit in it at the top, just... slightly translucent in its void colouring, like a ghostly spectre. She could even make out the inside of her palm whenever she wrapped her hand around it.
She flicked the tip.Still hard, even in sleep.
When not even that stirred him, Lindiwe smiled and moved her hand up so she could place it over his beating heart. Staring up at him tenderly, she rested her chin on the backs of her knuckles.
His hair swayed around his tapered horns, the cracks in the segmented layers golden while the rest was pure darkness. Her eyes perused the golden bones she could see clearly, especially in places where the skin was thin, like his forehead, cheeks, and jaw. The rest of his body was similar, with places where there were muscles shadowy enough to mostly hide his visible bones.
She couldn’t see his spine from the front of him, but she could clearly see it from behind. His knuckles, elbows, and even collarbones were bright.
He looks so strange,she thought as she wiggled her other arm underneath her and caressed the void shadows of his cheek.
None of his body looked matte – all of it rather shiny. There was no hair on his jaw, or really on his body. It was fully localised to his head and brows.
He’s... gorgeous.In the most mystical, unearthly way.
She used the pad of her thumb to lift his lip and get a good peek at his golden fangs. He had a rather nasty bite when he didn’t want to be sweet and gentle. He’d healed her, many times, but it often hurt and made her claw him in return.
Then, tired of waiting, considering she’d prodded him enough in curiosity, she poked his cheek. “Weldir.”
He didn’t move or even react.
Her smile fell, and her brow furrowed. She grabbed his chin and shook his head. “Helloooo, spirit of the void.”
Nothing.
Panic settled in. Her eyes widened, and she sat up as best as she could in the floating nothingness and shook his torso.
“Wake up. Don’t you dare leave me here in this realm while you sleep!”
