Page 149 of To Trap a Soul

With her gaze fixated on his hand and her breast, she nodded. He circled around her nipple, trying to see how she best liked being teased – he’d seen many options, and knew there were dozens of ways to do this.

These can be very sensitive for a female.And even just brushing them against a male’s chest could be pleasurable for some. As could be hands, mouths, tongues, and even genitals.

The thumb underneath her jaw slipped higher, and Weldir petted her bottom lip, which was much fuller and poutier than the top. He did this more for himself, rather than her, as he’d grown increasingly more curious about her lips since their first kiss.

He’d been surprised by how much a kiss could spark desire in her to the point she’d somewhat clung to him. She’d even reached for him, and he often wondered if he tried again, would she react the same way?

As much as he wanted to lean in just to see, he didn’t.

He’d rather see how she reacted to his touch. Especially when he gave her nipple a light pinch between his thumb and forefinger while he kneaded the yielding mound of her breast.

Her lips parted under his thumb, and a soft, barely noticeable moan slipped from her.

Her eyes then widened a little and she covered her mouth with her hand as if she hadn’t expected herself to moan. He could see a hint of pinkness in her checks, a flush of arousal causing her brown complexion to glow. Even her relaxed face, her beseeching eyes, and the way her appearance shied told him she was blushing.

She even nibbled on her bottom lip a little, like she wanted something to do. “You’re being very gentle,” she stated, her voice barely reaching a whisper.

“I’ve learned there is a journey to take, one which is to be sensual.”

After brushing her cheek, he finally lowered his hand from her face so he could remove her tunic. Whatever shyness she held had been eaten up by her desire, since she not only didn’t resist, but also aided him by wriggling her arms from it.

He then cupped both her breasts and swirled them around with a firmer pressure, massaging them.

Lindiwe reached out to hold his biceps, but her hands merely passed through him as he was focusing the physical parts of himself on his face, so she could see him, and his hands, so she could feel him. She moaned again when he pinched both her nipples like he had before.

“Why do you feel like nothing?”

Weldir paused. “You don’t feel anything?” he asked, surprised since she’d been moaning for him. He could also see her tender skin dipping beneath his restrained strength.

“I do. You just don’t feel hot or cold. Like you’re not really real.”

Weldir was quite proud of himself when he had what he thought might be a witty and playful retort to offer. “Maybe I’m just waiting for you to warm me up.”

When his joke was met with a dull look, he laughed. He’d never teased her before and found it quite thrilling.Why have I never tried to do that?Teasing, flirting, anything sensual really, had been quite out of the realm of his wants. He was finding it, and this, remarkably enjoyable.

Keeping his left hand on her breast to play with it, since she seemed to like it by the indication of her breathiness and the way she pushed into his palm, he lowered his right hand. Weldir steered clear of her side and insteadtickledthe backs of his claws down her abdomen to see how he fared.

His mist collected tighter in reaction to her shuddering moan, the way the muscles beneath his stroke tightened and spasmed, and how she arched. Then she bowed inwards when he did it down the line of one hip, and her thighs parted slightly when he skimmed his fingers across her waistline.

He dipped his claws underneath them, hooked his fingers, and slowly brought her trousers down her strong legs. Lindiwe aided him by lifting one leg at a time until the pants were gone from the long limbs.

Then, she was finally bared to him – fully – for the first time in his realm.

I’ve seen her naked plenty of times.But somehow it felt different when her skin was surrounded by the depths of his darkness. She seemed fuller, more beautiful, more... tantalising under his direct gaze, rather than through a viewing disc.

She even offered him a raspy breath when he palmed the inside of her thigh, intending to part them himself, but she willingly split them. When he looked up, trying to gauge if he was going too slow and she wanted him to quicken the pace, he paused once more.

Her doe-brown eyes were locked on his hand close to the junction of her legs. She appeared enthralled, as if all these minor touches were exactly what she wanted. Even her skinflared with little prickles, like waves of goosebumps were assaulting her with every small gesture he made as she gave a little shiver.

I never knew my touch could have such power.Especially not over her.

Weldir inspected himself from afar, wondering what it was like for her. What it was like to be touched in the same way he was gifting to her. Would he like it just as much? Did she even want to reciprocate, and would he allow it?

These were questions he’d fixate on another time.

Lindiwe parted her thighs just a little more and bucked her hips, her eyes flicking up to his face. He could almost read her impatient expression.

He’d stopped, and she wanted more.

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