Page 73 of To Free a Soul
She’d already stated he could use his tendrils on her to create offspring, so he would usethemto touch her, as they were not technically a part of him. They were just a physical manifestation of his mana.
He winced when he realised he’d threatened her with entrapment, when he’d vowed to himself he never would again. But he was at the absolute end of his fucking patience, and he would make this femalebendto his will for once. He usually admired how headstrong she could be – it was what made her so resilient and determined, so brave and strong – but it was vexing when it was cast at him.
For once, he wanted this female to cave to him. Be soft, pliable, and give him what he craved. To give him... something.
Regret shimmered through his mist, knowing he likely just did irreparable damage to her trust.She told me she’s worried about being in my realm because I’ve imprisoned her in it before.He’d only done so once, and he’d been eating those actions ever since like they were a poison he couldn’t escape.
He steeled himself to apologise, to tell her he actually wouldn’t do that again, and to try to assuage her fears regarding this. Something he should have done long ago.
Her dress inched up her legs bit by bit as she bundled it in both her fists. His head reared back when he darted his gaze up to her face to find she’d bitten her bottom lip, and her brown eyes had a heated glint to them.
Somehow, the slow glide of the material climbing up her legs made it more sensual than it really should have been.
“You should have just been honest with me,” she murmured. “I can’t read your mind, Weldir. I thoughtyoudidn’t want anything more beyond what you asked of me in exchange for protecting my soul.”
“It’s not like you have tried to communicate with me either,” Weldir answered with a huff. “You offer silence when you’re angered.”
Lindiwe’s creeping fingers halted, and she cocked a brow at him. “Do you want to argue about my failings, or do you want me to do as you have asked?”
Weldir promptly snapped his fangs shut.
A time unknown, but one that possessively clings
With each crawl of his mate’s white dress inching up her legs, Weldir’s mist vibrated a little more. When she flashed the top of her silky thighs and pale-green underwear, he formed a bubble of his mana around one of the ties across her collarbones.
He pulled it and unlaced her cloak.
Her dress glided higher, until she slipped it up and over her head, revealing deep curves and gorgeous breasts tipped with dark-brown nipples. Weldir considered untying her underwear to quicken the pace and save her the trouble – and to sate his greedy yearning.
The flat plane of her stomach dipped once she exposed herself, and she covered her breasts with one arm. His gaze darted up, and he almost produced a growl at her hiding them.
It died when he took in her soft eyes, the brown in them more molten than usual, like glittering bronze. The deep, tawny complexion of her skin allowed just enough nervous red to show through, and it glowed in her cheeks and the tips of her round ears. She nibbled on her fuller bottom lip, making it swell andreveal the pink inner seam.
Her gaze darted over him, her long, pretty lashes fluttering.
This wilful, assertive female had grown all shy. It was so undeniably cute he wanted to reach out and soothe her.
“I’m not really quite sure what to do next,” Lindiwe murmured, before thinking better of it while rolling her eyes. “I mean, I knowwhatI’m supposed to do, just... I don’t know whatyouwant to see. If you just want me to get straight to the point.”
“I’m in no rush, Lindiwe,” Weldir answered softly. “I don’t mind what you do.”
When her expression grew shyer, even becoming a touch forlorn as her arm tightened across her chest, he realised that wasn’t the answer she wanted.Does she want me to... guide her?To take some of the control, even from a distance?
Fuck. It would be so much easier to show her.
But fine, Weldir would be honest.
“Show me how you like being touched. Explore your body in the places that make you wetter before dipping into it.” With each word, her little heart sprinted faster, and the unease in her eyes evaporated. “I want you to tease yourself until you can no longer take it, andthensatisfy the ache you give yourself.”
He wanted her body to beg for release like it did with him, until it craved, yearned, and hungered for mind-bending bliss. Until she rode her own fingers hard and deep, like she did his, just before she orgasmed.
Lindiwe lowered her arm, revealing her breasts, and brought that hand across the flat area of her chest. “I like it when my skin is touched gently.”
Drawing the backs of her long nails down the sides of her teardrop breasts, the sensitive mounds prickled with goosebumps, making her areolas and nipples tighten. She let out a soft, quiet rasp. Drifting them lower, she caressed the outsideof her abdomen muscles and then over the dips of her hips until she was trailing the sides of her rear.
“It tickles in a way that isn’t uncomfortable.” She crossed to just below her navel and then drew her fingertips and nails up the centre of her body. Her stomach muscles danced under her own caress as she met the flesh between her breasts, brushing the insides of those mounds. Then she ghosted above them. “I’m... not used to feeling such softness or being handled with care. Even though I can tell your claws are sharp, you only scratch me in a way that the sensation feels nice, even when you do it harder.”
This time when she drew her nails across her body, streaks formed when she pressed them harder. She deliberately scratched up the sides of her neck, then over one shoulder, showing she didn’t mind when it was harder, or rougher.
