Total pages in book: 135
Estimated words: 125422 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 627(@200wpm)___ 502(@250wpm)___ 418(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 125422 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 627(@200wpm)___ 502(@250wpm)___ 418(@300wpm)
Either way, it only fuels my passion further, driving me onwards as I thrust into her, feeling the heady heat of her body enveloping me.
“I need you,” I whisper gruffly. “I need you like I need air to breathe.”
She moans in response, arching her back and pressing herself against me. She leans down, her hands gripping my shoulders, her nails digging into my skin. The sensation is so intense, it’s almost overwhelming—like a storm of unsaid words and pent-up lust battering both of us.
“Give it to me,” she whispers, a fierce determination glinting in her eyes. “I want to feel it all.”
“As you wish,” I grunt.
And with that, I let go—I give myself to her completely, my hands a vice on her hips as I rock her back and forth on my cock, fingers digging deep, each movement more aggressive than the last as I seek to connect with her on a deeper level and pull her out of her divinity. The world around us fades, leaving only the two of us, lost in each other’s embrace, wrought with determination.
Her cries fill the room, her body tensing and relaxing in rhythm with our movements. It’s not long before I can feel the tension building inside her too—a rush of energy that threatens to consume us.
But before it can, the urge to be in control takes over.
Some things never change.
I grab her by the waist and pull her off me, dragging her down onto the bed, deftly flipping her over onto her stomach and straddling her from behind. I gather her wrists behind her back and push her head into the pillow, my aching cock pressed against her ass.
“Do you remember this?” I ask gruffly. “Do you remember, my little bird, when I would come into your room at night and fuck you? You were waiting for me, and I never even took off my mask. I had my way with you time and time again, and you would let me because you wanted it, you wanted me, even though you hated me at the same time. You wanted it because you knew I was your destiny. You knew I was your king.” I tug at her hair and pull up her head so my lips are at her ear. “Do you want to know what that felt like? Here and now?”
“Yes,” she cries out softly, a whimper more than anything, and I grin at the sound, shoving her head back down as I push her thighs apart with my knee and ready my cock at her entrance.
“I didn’t quite catch that,” I tease.
“Yes,” she moans, her voice muffled in the pillow. “I want to know. Show me. Make me remember.”
I can feel the heat of her body against me, her wetness coating the tip of my cock as I position myself at her cunt. Her hips buck involuntarily, her body begging for me to take her, to fill her up in the way only I can.
“Then tell me to fuck you. Mean it,” I growl.
“Fuck me like you did before,” she moans, her voice a mix of longing and desperation, no longer sounding distant and cold, but like she’s here. “Make me remember who I am.”
I nod, my heart pounding in my chest. This was the Hanna I knew—bold, passionate, desperate for me. My cock throbs at the thought of claiming her this way, just like old times.
I squeeze the base of my shaft, feeling the slickness of her desire as I push forward. She gasps, her body arching beneath me as I slowly sink into her.
Fuck, she’s tighter than ever.
“Yes,” she moans, writhing beneath me. “That’s it. Fuck me like you mean it.”
I raise my brows at her language. She’s so close now, I can smell it.
I begin to move within her, my thrusts slow and deliberate at first, her ass jiggling with each push, but building in intensity as we both grow more feverish with desire. Her moans fill the room, mingling with the sounds of our bodies slapping together.
“Tuoni,” she cries out, gripping the sheets tightly as I thrust harder into her. “More, please.”
Fuck.
She’s a wicked little Goddess, isn’t she?
And so, I give her more. My rhythm becomes more frantic, each thrust more powerful than the last as I drive myself into her with renewed fervor. Her cries grow louder, more urgent, and I know she’s close to release, close to her old self.
I lean down, my lips brushing against her ear as I whisper gruffly, “You want it, you want me, and that’s all that matters now. Let go of everything else and just feel this.”
Her body responds to my words, her muscles tensing and relaxing in perfect sync with my movements. Her moans become more fervent, her knuckles white as she grips the sheets, and I think I might just fuck her straight through the bed.