Page 123 of To Trap a Soul

His mouth wasn’t so hard this time, giving under her lips rather than crushing them against her teeth. When it didn’t hurt, and he hadn’t moved, she tentatively brushed her lips over his to instigate more and see what it was like.

He feels like... nothing.

Although she could feel him, his body lacked a temperature. She was glad he wasn’t icy or too hot, but she’d expected some warmth, maybe a little bit of wetness. It was only when their lips locked and moved with each other a few times that her saliva made things slippery, and more enjoyable.

She peeked open her eyes to find his were wide, and she internally screamed before shutting them again. She’d rather just pretend he wasn’t watching her so intently.

But he leaned to make it deeper, and she melted a little.

Okay, so my first kiss kind of sucked, but this is...She almost wanted to moan with how nice it felt, how it pleasurably tingled her lips.

But it was her mind that ran rampant, throwing her images that had plagued her for decades. She flinched at them, but didn’t push or evade them, letting them play behind her eyelids to help her lean into this. She parted her lips a little further and wetted his by lightly slipping her tongue forward to taste him – again, nothingness.

Dear lord, am I actually going to have sex?Like actual sex and not some weird, freaky, wriggly little tendril doing its thing?

Her stomach unknotted itself as a pool of warmth began to grow, subtly dripping down until wet heat spread between her thighs. Not unfamiliar with the sensation, Lindi only squirmed due to the anticipation that began to build.

She hated admitting how quickly she caved for this. She’d been wanting to know what it truly felt like for a long time, and she couldn’t believe it was finally happening. Suddenly her anger vanished in the wake of the touch she’d been craving, and the hopeful promise of more.

A little of her loneliness ebbed, and her annoyance about Weldir getting in the way of the friendship she’d been making dissipated with each foray of his mouth. She’d ratherthiscompanionship – to reach for the person she was tied to, rather than a total stranger in desperation.

Letting out a raspy moan when her nipples budded against the coarse material of her tunic, Lindi reached out to wrap her arms around his neck. She wanted to cling to him, to deepen their kiss and let him know she was ready for more.

Her arms wrapped around air and fell forward, making her smack her nose and forehead against his. She sucked in a gasp while pulling back to right herself with a struggle as she pushedthroughhis intangible body.

“There is only so much of me right now,” Weldir stated.

Her gaze flicked down to his lips, glistening and wet from her, and it felt naughty. Heat rose in her cheeks when her own felt a little puffier than normal, like they were swelling.

“Try again. I will give you something to hold.”

When glitter shimmered against his chest, but the consistency looked different to the chalkiness of his face, she reached out. Cool hardness met her palm, and it reminded her of the barriers she could cast.

It wasn’t him, not like his face.

He’s trying.

He was making this work, despite the constraints of his abilities and form. She appreciated that more than he’d ever know. She could be disheartened that she was merely touching a magic barrier and not him, but the fact that he was doing this was enough.

She ran her hands up his chest and wrapped her arms around his neck. Only when Weldir leaned in did she meet him halfway.

This time, she moaned when his lips gently brushed hers and she instantly deepened the contact. Lindi kissed him hard, trying with all her might to ignore how her heart attempted to betray her by uttering painful truths in her ear she just wanted to disregard for now.

That she didn’t love him, nor truly desire him. That she was touching someone intimately out of curiosity and physical need, rather than because of lust for him. But even if every single little thing about their relationship was fucked up, he was the only person she trusted.

And that trust was superficial at best.

At least she knew he’d never hurt her; that had always been a constant.

M-maybe we can change that.Maybe this could be a start to more.

She wanted that more than anything.

When they kissed for too long, and her body began to painfully thrum for the next step he never took, she pulled back just enough so she could talk. She kept her gaze on his wetted lips to avoid his glossy, pitch-black eyes.

“A-are you going to touch or undress me?” she asked with a raspy, shaky voice.

She didn’t want to seem pathetically needy by stripping on her own. Then again, she was suddenly acutely aware that Weldir was always... naked.

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