Page 98 of A Soul to Embrace

It’s so much bigger than before.It looked hard, thick, and long enough that she’d require two hands to fully cover it from head to base – and her hands were rather big.

The head was also exposed, when before it’d been sheltered. A pearly white bead formed at the slitted hole on the tip, and Zylah shivered at the naughty hint of salt in the air. None of the books she’d read detailed males having an arousal scent, but it was hard to miss now that his cock was free.

Still throbbing with need and curious about it, about him, she reached out without thinking. She wrapped her hand around the head and thumbed that bead of liquid.

He released a groan as his shaft thickened momentarily in her grasp. “I guess you don’t want to just watch,” he rasped out, letting go as if he didn’t mind her taking over.

Which had not been her intention! Zylah didn’t know what to do, and momentarily panicked as she tried to mimic his stroking. She found it awkward, so she shifted her palm a little to hold it similarly to how he had.

“Fuck!” he choked out as a shudder racked him. “Careful of your claws. Don’t tickle it.”

He said this, yet another heavy drop of precum spilled from the tip of his cock.

“Also,” he started, before pulling her hand to the side to expose the top of his shaft. Then, a line of saliva spilled from his lips and onto it, before he let her hand go. “It’ll be easier and feel better if it’s wet.”

“I’m wet,” Zylah stated, wondering why he hadn’t just collected the liquid dripping from her.

“That’s true.”

Zylah squeaked when two fingers shoved inside her. Her knees tried to close, but his body between her thighs prevented her from doing so. She moaned when he wriggled them around in her juices, only for him to remove them and slap his now drenched fingers over his cock.

“Better?” he stated with a pant.

Zylah nodded and attempted to stroke him with a shaking hand. She hadn’t realised having her own slick on his cock while she touched it would be so erotic, and wondered if that’s why he hadn’t done it in the first place.

“Tighter, Zylah,” he demanded softly. “You don’t have to be so gentle.”

As much as she felt like she was fumbling through this, she was thankful for his direction. She could wield a lot of strength and was worried about hurting him. She squeezed until the hard muscle pushed back.

A groan rasped past his lips as he jerked forward into her hold, and she took that as a good sign. Especially when his slightly wet hand came forward and cupped her left breast.

She hadn’t expected him to touch her while she stroked him, and she finally looked away in awe from his cock to his face. He leaned over her on a straightened arm, and Zylah instantly melted under his expression.

Although his gaze was locked to her chest, she’d never seen it look so... soft before. His features were relaxed, his lips parted to release quiet pants. His eyes no longer held the cold, callous, or indifferent iciness in them, but looked heated and dazed. His long eyelashes dipped as he blinked lazily.

Half of his long white hair had fallen to rest down his bare chest, while loops of it curled beneath his pointed left ear. She watched as his naked pectoral muscles clenched and rippled whenever she ran her fingers over the head of his cock and the ridges going down the side of him.

As much as she wanted to observe how his bulging abdomen muscles twitched to her movements, she couldn’t stray away from his mesmerising face. She soaked in the way his features creased – especially his nose – as she touched him, and she watched with rapt attention as his soft lips parted to moan lightly.

Her breath was nearly stolen when his eyes flickered up to her orbs, and she wondered if he could feel her gaze upon him.

He looks beautiful like this.

The lustfulness in his eyes made their red irises almost appear like fire. Having them so strongly on her, knowing it was because of her, had her pussy walls fluttering.

Her arousal was still strong, her clit pounding for more attention. Each pinch or thumb pad brushing against her nipple only deepened her need.

“Inside?” she rasped, surprised to find her voice so shaky and croaked.

She wanted his cock in her. His fingers felt so good, especially when he’d stretched her a little. She imagined it would feel even better if something much, much bigger was inside her.

His lips closed and tightened, while his eyes crinkled as if in anguish. A muffled, yet loud groan came from him, and his cock pulsed in her palm, seeming to harden even more.

He shook his head. “No. Just this.”

“But...” She paused when she didn’t know how to convince him.

“We can only do this,” he stated, while bringing his hand away from her breast.

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