Page 162 of To Trap a Soul

“That feels really odd,” she admitted with a wince, wishing her cheeks didn’t flare hotter.

“Odd... good?” he mumbled around the hard peak. He spoke around her nipple! Yet there was no breath to caress it like there should have been.

She wished she didn’t have to shake her head. “It feels dry.”

Which was the opposite of what was happening between her thighs. Her pussy was so wet that he didn’t need any added lubricant, his fingers gliding through her arousal with utter ease. She was plump, swollen, and everything was just perfect – that was until he paused his thrusting.

Weldir surprised her when he closed the distance between them once more. His lips slanted over hers, and her eyes flung open wide when he shoved his tongue inside her mouth! She didn’t know what to do with it, especially as there was absolutely no rhyme or rhythm to its movements as it brushed over hers, against her teeth, and even her cheeks.

When he pulled away, a string of saliva clung between them before it broke when he descended downwards. His mouth then clamped around her nipple again, and he flicked his wetted tongue covered in her saliva over it.

When he did it again, he tilted his head slightly.

Biting her bottom lip, Lindiwe could almostseehis silent question. She nodded.Much better.

Just when she started to dwell on the complicated efforts they needed to put into this, his hand started to pump between her thighs again and she lost the fraying thread of her thoughts. Actually, he seemed to hook his fingers forward. He pressed hard against the special tender spot inside her while he sucked her nipple tight enough that Lindiwe’s sight grew cloudy.

She reached out to grab something, but as usual, she grabbed nothing when she reached through where his hair should have been.

“What is it you seek to hold?” he asked around her breast.

She was too far gone to flush in shyness as she whispered, “Your horn.”

He fucking paused, and Lindiwe wanted to smack his forehead for doing so! “I thought you’d be averse to touching them.”

“I’ve been looking at you for a long time, Weldir,” Lindiwe bit out, her needy ire making her short-tempered. “I can piece together what you look like in full.” Then she shoved her hips forward. “Please don’t stop.”

His deep chuckle was almost her undoing. “Here.”

Part of the top half of the right side of his face disappeared to give her his left horn to hold onto.

Rather than reaching out tentatively, when he nipped her nipple and shoved his hand deep to stroke against the swollen, hot, needy part of her insides, she snatched his horn. She tried to pulverise it when he started moving in and out of her at the same time, adding to her pleasure.

“Nhnn.”The moan escaped her, and she stopped caring to hide them.

Instead, her lips stayed parted as she cracked out little raspy breaths, each thrust of his fingers and swirl of his tongue causing her insides to tighten.

Then, her nails tried to bite in deep against the barrier, as she cried, “Weldir...”

Her pussy clamped hard when she came, just as her lungs seized in her chest. Her eyes rolled back as she clenched them shut, and her hips bucked as she tried to match his pace. Prickling goosebumps cascaded down her arms and legs, causing her fingers and toes to clench as her orgasm ripped through her like a cruel, yet pleasurable set of claws.

Oh gods... Finally.

When her core eventually stopped gripping onto him for dear life, he didn’t stop. Instead, a small growl tingled her ears, and his thrusts sped up.

Oh!Her hips twitched, unsure if they wanted to get away from him or to selfishly have more.

“W-wait,” she rasped hoarsely. She reached down to still his hand. “That’s too fast. I’m too sensit–”

Before she could finish, his free hand dived into her curls and shoved her head down as he lifted up. He slammed his mouth over hers again to silence her, a little too hard, but she only moaned when his tongue dived again. She tried to playfully fight it with her own. There was a thrill that sparked across her essence when her tongue caught the sharpness of a fang, and she tried not to break apart as his palm massaged her folds and clit at the same time his hand moved.

It really was a pointless endeavour when her body was being swiftly hurdled towards her next orgasm. Just as her mouth slanted and became unresponsive, a loud moan bubbling in her chest, his hand stopped and robbed her of it.

He removed his fingers, and her brows knit together when his kisses didn’t relent. Both his hands hooked behind her knees and spread them as he repositioned her, one leaving a smudge of her own wetness behind when it disappeared.

Then something hard, long, and impossiblythickpenetrated deep and she tensed.

“Oh...fuck,” Lindiwe moaned loudly against his tenacious mouth, as she ground her pussy onto what was deliciously inside it. Stretching it. Filling it.

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