Page 147 of To Trap a Soul

Memories of a time she’d much rather forget pulled at the fringes of her mind. Raising her knees to hide the apex of her thighs, while squeezing them tight in a resistant defence, Lindiwe pulled out of his tendril’s hold. She brought her wrist to her chest so she could soothe it with a rub while looking away.

“No, it’s fine,” she muttered, giving him her shoulder. “We don’t have to do it again.”

She’d much rather not go through that mess again.

When he didn’t say or do anything in response, she eventually peeked at him from behind a curl. Only when their gazes met, as if he’d been waiting for her to look at him, did he let out a sigh.

He turned his face away, and oddly enough, ran his clawed fingers through his hair. She’d never seen him to do that before. Actually, in the past, Weldir could be quite unmoving. It was as though he’d started forcing actions so he’d be perceived as more personable. Human, even.

“I know I hurt you, but I’m asking you to trust me.” He covered his mouth and purposefully tapped his forefinger against his cheek. “I have been... researching into how to do this better.”

“Researching?”she asked with a gawk, her eyes widening in disbelief.

“I know I’ve told you before, but I’m able to access the memories of the human souls I keep. I’ve been watching how to perform this act properly, from both the perspective of the woman and man.”

Thehowwasn’t why she was surprised or confused, but the reason!

Lindiwe’s bottom lip fell while the top twisted up on one side. She’d always found it a little creepy that he was just gallivanting his way through private moments that should be kept secret. She doubted any one of those humans would have consented to the violation of their privacy had they been aware of it.

At the same time, in a dark corner of her heart, she found it oddly... sweet? Weird. She couldn’t imagine what he’d learned, but the effort shouldn’t go unappreciated.

Still, Lindiwe shook her head with her thighs tightening further. She trusted him, but not at all with her body. She wasn’t someone to experiment on, especially if it came with pain.

“It’s okay, Weldir. Truly. I don’t mind if we don’t dothatanymore.”

His brows narrowed in her direction. “But you should mind. This is a normal act for mates, yes? A way to bond.”

“We bond plenty,” she tried to say with a joyful exclamation. It came out panicked.

Weldir shunted his form forward until there was barely any space separating them, causing her to gasp in surprise.

“Why must you fight everything?” he asked with a deep expire, as if she was being tiresome.

She probably was, but she was quite fine with that.

“I don’t know,” she grumbled with her bottom lip sticking forward with a pout. “I’ve always been that way.”

He tilted his head, inspecting her closely, just as something thin and long wrapped around her ankle. Lindiwe went to pullher leg up and away, but with the way her knees were folded, there was no way to get them further from his reach.

“Why don’t you just accept my offer for once?” he asked, his voice soft and coy, as if he was trying his absolute best to be convincing.

“Because you make me nervous.”

Because even though Lindiwe had changed over the years, had become hardened, resilient, and no longer the naïve woman she used to be,hesomehow always brought out a strange side to her. The one that was shy, unsure, and nervous.

Even now her heart sped up at the idea, like it wanted her pussy to flutter alongside it, but that sense of wary dread cycloned through her. Her cheeks warmed, and she found her gaze turning meek when with the rest of the world it was sharp, focused, and unyielding.

“I thought after so many years you would be used to me by now,” he stated with the tiniest hint of humour, even if it didn’t show on his face.

She waved her hands beside her hips to swim backwards to escape his daunting presence. The tendril around her ankle tightened, yanked her back, and thengrewup and under her pants until it had spiralled around her leg. It tickled as it went, the lightness of it making her foot arch.

“I actually think time has made it worse,” she admitted with a rasp, trying to ignore how fast her body responded to something that usually had her lashing out. “Everything about us is stilted. Like two puzzle pieces that don’t quite fit.”

The tendril lengthened until it wrapped around her knee and then slipped higher still. “Then we can reshape our own pieces until they do.”

Lindiwe’s back nearly arched when it tickled its way over the bundles of nerves that trailed up the inside of her thigh. Not only her pussy, but even her womb seemed to quiver in reaction – afeeling she’d never ever experienced before in her life. And that fact alone made her want nothing more than to run away.

I’m afraid of sex. With you.Because he was a fumbling god who wielded too much power and strength for a being who was half-formed.

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