Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 87781 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 439(@200wpm)___ 351(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87781 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 439(@200wpm)___ 351(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
I guide my cock to her cunt and thrust into her slowly, as slowly as I licked her. I can feel every millimeter as I push into her tightness, her slick walls rippling around my cock, and I groan in pleasure, the sound loud in this dark place. I pull out and thrust in, every little movement of her body obliterating whatever self-control I’ve been clinging to. Her body is so hot and wet and soft and tight and I’m drowning in her softness, feeling like I’m floating on cloud.
“Fuck me hard,” she says, her voice a breathless whisper, and my restraint fractures. “I want to feel it forever.”
I swallow at that, wanting the same.
With a growl, I slam my cock into her, over and over, grunting at the feeling of her body, her thighs pressing against my waist as I thrust harder and deeper, until I feel as if I’m impaling her into the cold, hard ground.
“Fuck!” she cries out as she comes once again. The sound of her voice makes my balls ache, and I can feel my cock throbbing, ready to burst. I slam back inside her, harder, deeper, and I feel the cum inside me rushing up, ready to pour out in release.
“Oh, Hanna,” I groan, feeling the threads of control snap. “Can you take much more of me?”
“Please!” she cries out, her whole body jerking and writhing as I thrust into her, again and again, deeper than I ever thought possible.
“I’m going to come,” I say, trying to hold on a little longer, my jaw achingly tight as I fight to hold myself back.
“Come inside me,” she says, whimpering her words. “Please, Tuoni. I want to feel it. Feel you.”
And I will give my wife everything she asks for.
I slam into her, and her body spasms beneath me as she comes hard, again, her cunt squeezing my cock like a vice. I groan and thrust into her one more time before I come in torrents, spurting into her over and over again, filling her up with every last drop.
Fuck.
This woman.
This queen.
This Goddess.
All mine.
I collapse on top of her with a breathless cry, my cock still jerking inside her, and when I raise my head to kiss her, my hips are still thrusting out the last of my orgasm.
“Hanna,” I whisper to her, but her name chokes me. Too many emotions are rising in my chest, foreign feelings that threaten to overwhelm me, to destroy me. I stare at her beautiful, flushed face in the dim glow of the crystal, and despite the fact that I’m still inside her, that I just came with the strength of a thunderstorm, I feel as if I’m walking on cracking ice, that the world might give out from under me, and when it does, I’ll never be the same.
I can’t let that happen to me, not yet—perhaps not ever.
You are the God of Death, I remind myself. You have your prophecy. You have your wife. She will unite the land, the very land you have sworn to rule over. It is your destiny to put your land before all else. Even before her, if you must. It is your duty to do all you can to remain in power.
“What do we do now?” Hanna asks, as if reading my thoughts.
I lean down and place a kiss on her forehead before pulling out.
“We get the fuck out of here and take back what’s ours,” I tell her.
Chapter 3
Hanna
The Escape
Death rises above me, his formidable frame rising like a shadow against the glow of the sunmoonstone crystal. I stare up at him, my mind still drunk from the multiple orgasms he just coaxed from me again and again and again. Sex with Tuoni has always been mind-blowing, and from the intense way our bodies respond to each other, I never thought that the connection between us could be strengthened.
But I was wrong. Having him touch every inch of my body with his bare hands, feeling the softness of his palms, the might of his fingers, and seeing the awe in his gaze as he worshipped me made me feel bonded to him like nothing else. The chord that has always connected us has drawn us deeper than before, our intimacy intertwined.
Because of the prophecy.
I am the one Death can touch and still live.
I am, somehow, the daughter of a Goddess.
I am the one to unite the land.
But neither of us can do anything until we’re out of this prison.
Until we’re out of Hell itself.
Death’s lips curve into an arrogant smile, enjoying the sight of me beneath him before he reaches down and pulls me up to my feet by my elbows. For a moment, I think I’m going to be unsteady, perhaps swooning into his arms after all the tumultuous events, but instead, my feet are planted firmly on the ground. Now that the haze of my orgasms is fading, I feel strong, my senses sharper than ever.