Page 148 of To Trap a Soul

When she didn’t say anything, her hands still bundled near her chest and unsure, he inched his way just that bit closer. He placed his right hand on her knees and pushed them down like he wanted her to relax.

“I’m asking you to trust me, Lindiwe.”

I don’t know if I should trust you, though, she thought, never daring to say that to him. Yet despite her trepidation, her body betrayed her by growing warm for him.

Okay, so maybe herbodywasn’t as disinterested in sex as her mind was, but she didn’t know if that was a good enough reason to do this.

But...Lindiwe licked at the seam of her lips.What if he doesn’t hurt me this time?What if it actually felt... nice?

A time unknown, but one of sensuality

Weldir enjoyed gravitating into this little female’s space. Whenever he did, she let down her guard with him, as if the distance allowed her to put up an invisible barrier between them.

It also allowed him to better see the changes in her.

Like how her pulse, although constantly thrumming from her in waves that pumped through the air around her for him to perceive, fluttered a little faster in the delicate column of her throat. How she nibbled the inside of her lip, so subtly that had he not been closer, he doubted he would have noticed.

Or how her eyes, which were either sharply narrowed or dull, widened ever so slightly and made her appear more doe-like. Shy, ready to flee, and reserved.

Oddly enough, that seemed to be the only time she was ever receptive to him.

“We don’t have to have sex, if you prefer,” he stated, manifesting part of his physical self to coat his right hand in its entirety. He gently placed the tips of his fingers against the top of her thigh so he could slip it under her tunic and to the waistline of her pants. “I have learned there are other things we can do.”

Things that would have her pleasure in mind.

It’d taken him a while to realisethatwas what she desired. Pleasure, touch, a connection. He’d given their coitus much thought to begin with, but not enough. He’d regarded them, and it, but had lacked appreciation for the things she likely actually wanted.

They could start small and maybe from there grow confidence together.

“You absolutely swear you won’t hurt me this time?” she asked in a small voice, her bundled hands against her chest gripping each other tighter.

A sense of triumph radiated through his mist at her faltering.Seems I haven’t completely ruined this.Lindiwe didn’t ask for much, or really anything at all, since they’d created their bond. He’d been disappointed in himself that he’d failed the one thing she’d openly requested from the heart.

“I won’t,” he vowed, slipping his hand higher under her tunic until he went past the bumps around her waist from her trousers, and perceived smoothness where her skin must be. “I will go slower and be gentler.”

Lindiwe then nibbled her fuller bottom lip blatantly before lightly nodding. Weldir was pleased that she was choosing this rather than wanting to scamper off like frightened prey.Such a creature didn’t suit this often bold and lionhearted human – whom he’d seen battle the world with tenacity and determination.

Now that he had her consent, he raised his wrist so her tunic would lift up as he brushed his fingertips higher. Her stomach concaved under his careful touch before expanding, her breaths growing more rapid at an increasing rate.

Then Weldir separated his sight from his physical body, allowing himself to see what he was doing at a better angle. Close enough to view her tiny tells, but far enough he could observe an overall image of her, and himself.

Weldir also used the change of pressure to know when he reached the underside of her breast, and how his hand made a noticeable imprint under her clothing. He neared his body a little more and lightly grasped her hip to run his hand up her side, trying to give her more touch.

She let out a sharp breath and her body bent to the side to escape his hand. “T-that tickles!”

Holding her waist with the underside of her breast between his thumb and forefinger, he paused. “Sorry. Should I go firmer?”

“I think some tickles are okay,” she answered, then licked at the seam of her lips nervously. “Like when your tendril caressed my thigh, it made me feel good, but I think my side was a little too intense.”

Weldir appreciated her honesty, as he needed her guidance more than she knew. He made sure he’d remember that information for later, and continued his path upwards, the hand on her side pulling her tunic further up so he could see better.

He revealed her sizeable breasts, both peaked with dark-brown nipples and bumpy areolas. His fingers sunk around the softness of the right one as he gave it a squeeze, not daring to touch those points that were hardening before his eyes just yet.

All the practise with Nathair has been helping,he thought, when she didn’t shy from his knead but appeared to push into his hold for more. He was strong and could destroy just as easily as he could caress. Learning not to harm his own offspring had been a challenge. One that now benefited him by being able to touch something far more precious and fragile.

With her tunic bundled above her breasts, Weldir lifted his left hand to cup the side of her neck, brushing his clawed thumb underneath her jaw. With the other hand, he rubbed his thumb over her nipple. It moved under his touch, as did she when she gave a raspy gasp with a breath that concaved her stomach.

“Is this okay?” he asked, rubbing back and forth over the peak.

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