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)
“Oh, Gods,” she cries out again into the pillow, her voice a mix of ecstasy and desperation. “Oh, yes, Tuoni. Please, don’t stop.”
But I have no intention of stopping. My thrusts become wilder, more feral as I drive myself deeper into her. Her body bucks beneath me, matching my rhythm perfectly as we begin to move as one. Sweat spills off my body, splashing onto her, melting the snowflakes that have gathered on her back.
“Ah!” she cries out again, her muscles tightening around me as she nears her release. “Please.”
And that’s all it takes—the utterly raw and deeply human sound of her voice, the feel of her body around me, all the passion and desire we had been denying ourselves for so long coming to a head in this one, fiery moment.
“Fuck!” I roar, my orgasm surging through me like a raging fire as I thrust into her deep and hard. My body trembles above hers, every muscle strained as I come, every fiber of my being focused on this one perfect moment between us.
She comes too, her cries piercing the air, her limbs convulsing and shuddering beneath me. Her walls squeeze my cock harder and harder, making me lose my breath, my mind.
And yet, through the spinning throes of my release, all I need to know is if I brought her back.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
HANNA
“Are you my Hanna yet?” Tuoni growls in my ear, his cock throbbing inside me as my body continues to pulse around him, my release creating a torrent of feelings inside me.
I don’t know who I am.
I can barely breathe, barely think.
The memories sink into me like the falling snow blowing around us, covering the bed in a sheet of frost.
When I first met him long ago, I called him Death. He had said, “You can call me Death, and I will call you mine.”
I am his now, I feel that. There’s something sparking inside me, like two pieces of flint scraping against each other, just waiting for the fire to spring.
I’m so close to being Hanna again.
And fear is my first emotion.
Because it scares me to become a mortal, a human.
What if that means I give up my destiny?
What if this messes with the prophecy?
What if we lose because I chose to feel love?
Isn’t it better to just enjoy that I feel desire and lust?
Isn’t that enough?
It’s not enough, a voice inside me says. Perhaps it’s Hanna’s voice. You need more. Your soul needs more.
My soul. Is that what’s missing?
“I’m not giving up on you,” Tuoni says, voice rough as sandpaper. “I’m going to keep making you come until you don’t have a choice.”
His soft, strong hands grip my waist, making me feel dainty and petite, even though I know that, in my Godly form, I am more powerful than he is. He flips me over on my back.
He stares down at me for a beat, his dark, damp hair hanging off his face, his brow furrowed with determination and laced with sweat, the dark kohl liner around his eyes smudged with our frenzied coupling. His skin is brown with a beautiful bronze sheen, laced with silver lines I know represent the souls who pass into the land, his frame huge and muscular beyond reproach. The body of a true God.
His gaze burns so intensely, I nearly look away, but I force myself to stay connected to him, because this is the only way forward.
He stares at me like he might die without me, and I’m starting to believe it.
But is it because I am meant to save him and his realm?
Or because it’s my love, my heart and soul, that he needs to truly rule?
He places his lips on mine, and I gasp against them. Gentle and tender at first, they meld into wild fury, my heart racing as our bodies entwine. The taste of him is intoxicating, reaching something deep within me, the smell of his skin, of something rich and warm, overwhelming me with desire. I can feel my walls still contracting from my orgasm, and yet I’m yearning for more, craving him.
My husband’s hands caress my body, slowly and deliberately, sending shivers down my spine. His touch is electric, his fingers tracing patterns that send my mind reeling with lust and longing. He knows what he’s doing, and I can’t help but submit to his control, wanting to revel in every inch he explores.
As we continue to kiss, he slowly pulls back, his eyes gazing into mine, a storm brewing within them. The more I stare into the tarnished silver of his irises, the more it seems like there’s a blizzard inside them too. “Do you remember yet?” he whispers hoarsely. “Do you feel what you once did?”
I shake my head slightly, unable to form words, but I do feel. My mind is a whirlwind of mortal emotions: fear, lust, desire, swirling together all at once. I don’t know if I’m ready to embrace my humanity fully, but the way Tuoni looks at me, the way he touches me…I want to give into it. It already fulfills me in ways I couldn’t have imagined.