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)
“I’m going to… Fuck…” I gasp, clutching at her hair as wave after wave of pleasure crashes over me until the tension is razor thin.
And then, it happens. I let out a loud roar as I come, one that shakes the entire room, spilling myself into her waiting mouth. She gulps it all down eagerly, never missing a beat as she continues to suck and stroke me until the very last drop.
When I finally come down from my high, I nearly collapse, unsteady on my feet.
She stares up at me, pulling my spent cock from her mouth, smiling in such a coy way that, for a moment, I think she’s back to being my very naughty wife.
But she still has that distant, alien gleam in her eyes.
And so I know I’m not done with her yet.
I’m going to fuck her back to who she was.
I pull myself together, reclaiming my kingly composure. I know she needs me, and I need her too. We both need to remember who we are to each other.
I walk over to the bed and sit, my half-hard cock visible as I pull down my pants, discarding the rest of my clothes. Her eyes widen at the sight. I must admit, admiration from a Goddess feels like nothing else.
“Take off that dress,” I tell her, my voice strong and authoritative.
She stands before me, her eyes fastened to mine as she slowly undoes the clasp of her dress. The fabric falls away from her body, revealing a sight more beautiful than any painting I’ve ever seen. Her skin is flawless, like a golden statue smoothed by the eons, and she glitters under the snow that pours into the room.
I watch as she stands naked before me, her body a masterpiece of muscle and curves. She is so much more than just a woman—she is a Goddess, an otherworldly being who has somehow found her way into my life again, and I am determined to make sure she never leaves again. Not because she can’t, but because she won’t want to, because she’ll realize how much she loves me.
Gods, please, let her remember she loves me.
I beckon her toward me and then lie back on the bed, cock jutting straight up at the ready, twitching with each breath. She hesitates then climbs onto the bed, straddling my thighs and positioning herself above me.
“Your gloves,” she says. I barely hear her, instead concentrating on the sight of my cock jerking in front of her cunt. “Can you take them off?”
I swallow hard. Part of me is wary, fearful that with her in her Goddess state, I might not be allowed to touch her.
“I am the prophecy,” she reminds me, reaching for my hands. Before I can protest, she’s yanking off one glove, her fingers wrapped around my bare skin.
Nothing happens except that I melt at her touch.
She gives me a quick smile, relieved, maybe proud, and removes the other glove.
I reach out and caress her hips, feeling the warmth of her skin against my fingers. I’ve missed this so much. She shivers under my touch, but it’s not from the cold; it’s from desire—raw, unbridled desire.
I’m getting through to her, I know I am.
Her eyes lock with mine as she lifts her hips, firmly gripping the base of my cock before she lowers herself onto me. The sensation is intense, almost overwhelming, as she takes me inch by inch. She leans forward, adjusting her position, and her breasts brush against my chest, nipples hard as ice, her hips moving in a slow, rhythmic dance that builds between us.
I can’t help but moan, deep and long, unable to put what I’m feeling into words of any kind.
I reach up and wrap my arms around her, pulling her close. She is so fucking warm, inside and out. The feel of her body against mine is as if we are two halves of a whole, fused in the most potent of ways.
As we move together, my hips jerking up to meet hers, I can feel the raw heat building inside me once again, a fire that threatens to consume us both. Her eyes stay focused on mine, her expression one of utter concentration and lust. She’s as determined as I am.
Her movements become more urgent now, her hips bucking against me, and I realize she’s not just trying to make me come. She wants to come too. The bed rocks, and the room is filled with both the blizzard intensifying again, snow blowing over us, and the sounds of our passion, the soft moans of pleasure, the slapping sound of skin against skin, the ragged breath that signals how close I am to the edge.
“Oh fuck, Hanna,” I murmur, my voice hoarse with desire. “You are…you are everything to me.”
She gasps at my words, her eyes flashing with desire and something else—a spark of recognition, perhaps? A sign she remembers who I am to her?