Page 208 of To Free a Soul
She didn’t realise just how insecure she’d felt about it because he’d never answered her confession – until now... when it no longer seemed to matter.
Lindiwe, rendered completely silent, was unable to do more than stare at him wide-eyed and listen to his rich baritone speaking so quietly, so gently, and with solemness.
“You were right when you said that my emotions were based on logic and thought. Now that I can truly feel them, they don’t compare to the unyielding obsession I have with you, your beauty, your very soul. I’ve been trying to decipher it – the depth of what I’ve felt within my heart from the very moment I obtained one and looked upon you. But now I know, with utter certainty, it’s that I love you madly.” His expression grew darker, even more serious, as his hands tightened on the one of hers he held. “I’ve always admired your strength and have been proud of all you’ve done. It hasn’t been easy, and I know I have much to make up for, but I’m thankful you chose me, chose this new life with me, even when I offered you an escape.”
“You... love memadly?” was all she could croak out, since shehadn’tbeen mistaken and had heard him correctly the first time. Her breaths were shaky and uneven, and her heart fluttered so shyly it made her stomach flip.
“Perhaps a little too much. It makes it...difficult...to refrain from touching you. I have a godly appetite for everything, and it appears it is rather bottomless when it comes to you.” Then his eyelids drooped, highlighting that his gaze had lowered, and she wasn’t sure if it was on her lips, her breasts, or further down. “Every time I look at you, my chest swells acutely. It makes me want to take it out on you in a frenzy.” He gave a low, humming chuckle that crinkled his eyes. “I feel rather mortal when that happens.”
He held her gaze, and hers bounced over his mesmerising features, while every word he spoke tended to the wounds over her heart. Those that had lingered for over three hundred years.
“You are the most beautiful creature I’ve seen, from this world or even my home realm. Your loyalty has never faltered, and has been as unbending as your strength and will, and I have long ago admired you for these things. I even appreciate your unfair teasing, and have become quite enthralled by it, now that I have a physical form I can punish you with. You are soft, kind, intelligent, and brave. You are... perfection.”
A voice off to the side tried to steal her attention, someone laughing while a Duskwalker gave a curt growl in response.
The world had been falling away, and she wanted it to entirely. She wanted to tackle Weldir into a hug but refused to do it in front of everyone – as her intentions afterwards wouldn’t be decent for their eyes and orbs.
Because now that he’d said it, Lindiwe wanted to show it with every inch of her body he so boldly admitted he hungered for. She wanted to love every inch of his new body, so he couldfeelhow much she adored him, from his shadowy golden toes to the tips of his horns.
She leaned a little closer while licking at the seam of her lips.
Weldir answered her with a chuckle, and with tendrils attached to their middles, he threw their babies to the side. They squealed and then fell asleep as they disappeared into thin air – likely to Weldir’s mist realm he often tossed them to for safety, or privacy.
“Come here, bewitching female,” he coaxed, beckoning with a clawed hand. “Let me show you and surrender to you, as you do for me.”
Heart excitedly thrumming, the moment Lindiwe’s hand slipped into his soft, warm palm, they both vanished into thin air as well.
A time unknown, but the end of the beginning
Weldir hadn’t known where else to take them, as they had no permanent fixture that really suited both of them. He hadn’t wanted to go back to the place of empty darkness he’d been trapped in for so long. So he could only think of one other location where he could ravish his mate in privacy, although the inside of it wasn’t particularly big enough to fit him.
When they materialised into the clearing in front of Lindiwe’s tiny home in the inner ring of the Veil, she jumped, wrapped her arms around his neck, and kissed him.
He was quick to catch her, one of his hands slapping down on one of his favourite spots – her soft, round backside – while the other crossed her back to hold her. He pulled her tighter against him, dipped his head to the side, and delved his slightly pointed tongue between her soft lips.
Lindiwe moaned into his mouth, and he responded with a soft, pleased growl.
She broke from their kiss to peck her lips over his jaw, lathering him in messy kisses. “S-say it again.”
His chest cycloned with emotions, those he’d begun to understand for what they were. The painfully tender aches that hurt in a rather adoring and treasuring way. And how they were surrounded by dark, deadly flames of infatuation, obsession, and utter fixation. How he wanted to show reverence to this little female, from head to toe, until every inch knew it was cherished.
Seeing how much she adored learning his true feelings only deepened his affection for her in that moment. He’d held off, as he wanted to say the words with confidence and a certainty that not evenshecould deny.
“I love–” He didn’t even get to finish.
She squealed, her legs kicking up behind her, and slammed her mouth over his once more, cutting off the words she apparently wanted to hear. She gifted him soft, warm, passionate kisses with her eyes closed, as if she wanted to just soak it in and savour the sentiment as she ravished his lips.
Had I known she’d react like this, I might have said it sooner.When he’d first started recognising it.
Knowing she was safe and that he wouldn’t dare drop her, she brought her hands back to cup the sides of his face. Her kisses slowed, but they weren’t any less hungry. Weldir nipped at her bottom lip, trying to stir her back into speed as he walked forward to pin his female against a tree.
“Not yet,” she whispered against his lips, lowering her legs so they’d dangle. “I want to do something else first.”
But Weldir didn’t want to put her down. Now that his mind had locked onto the idea, he wanted to tear her cloak and clothing from her, pin her against something, anything, and slam his cock into wet bliss. He was rather single-minded about it, and he didn’t give her much of a chance to combat it.
Even when her hand dived through the shadows of his robes – which he then made vanish – and grasped his cock, he still didn’trelease her. He did stop striding forward as a shallow exhale shuddered out of him when she drew her tongue across his neck.
“You never let me play with you,” she whispered with a pout evident in her voice as she stroked up his growing erection.
