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)
Hanna stops in the middle of the pool, lowering herself so that the water is up to her neck. Her hair flows around her like a golden cape, her skin shimmering in shades of gold under the surface.
She’s so beautiful it nearly kills me, but what drives the knife in deeper is that the most beautiful part of her, the essence of all that she is inside, is gone, frosted over with divinity.
And yet, she swims over to me, with fire in her eyes that rivals the heat of the hot springs. She puts her hands around my neck and clasps them there, staring at me as if to say, well? Are you going to fuck me or not?
I can’t help but grin at her, reaching out to run my thumb over her lips. She takes it into her mouth, sucking slightly, sending a jolt straight to my cock, as her eyes hold contact with mine.
“Do you want to remember?” I ask her, voice rough and raw with need. “Do you want to remember who you are?”
She swallows and I pull my thumb out of her mouth as she says, “Yes.”
“Are you sure?” I ask, licking her spit off the side of my thumb, savoring her taste. “Because I feel like this doesn’t work if it’s not something you want.”
“I am certain,” she says, raising her chin.
That’s all I need.
I grab her face and kiss her deeply, claiming her as mine with each violent sweep of my tongue, forcing her mouth to open wider, to take as much of me as she can. Our lips meld, wet and building with pent-up frustration, tongues sliding against each other, spurred by urgency and need.
My hands drop into the water, roaming over her skin, tracing the curves of her body with reverence and care, fingers sinking into her flesh with hunger. Her skin is hot beneath my touch, radiating heat not only from the water, but from her core.
“Tuoni,” she murmurs as she pulls her lips from mine, her voice barely above a whisper. “Is it that terrible that I don’t go back to being Hanna? Can’t I just please my body through you?”
Her words make me pause, unravelling something inside. I try to keep my voice steady as I reply, “We don’t have to talk about it right now. We can just be.”
Once upon a time I would have loved to have her as something like a mistress, a woman to whom I would pledge no allegiance except through my cock. Someone to fuck, who only wanted me for pleasure and nothing else.
In the beginning, I believed that’s what Hanna was to me.
But I am not that God anymore.
I want every single fucking part of this woman.
“Then I need you,” she whispers as she kisses down my neck, lust surging through me. “I need you to become her. To become what you want.”
I swallow thickly, my heart swelling against my ribcage with love for her, and I kiss her deeply again, my hands exploring every inch of her that I can reach. I can feel the rhythm of her heart beating in sync with mine.
But I want you to want it too, I think.
As we float in the hot springs, our bodies entwined like two magnets, my desire for her grows stronger with each passing moment. I want to be inside her again, to feel the true warmth of her body surrounding me once more.
“I will do what I can,” I whisper against her skin, kissing her collarbones, and savoring the taste of her. “I will give you my all, fairy girl.”
She moans softly, her body trembling in response to my touch. Her hands grip my shoulders pulling me closer to her.
Taking her hips in my hands, I position myself at her cunt, her legs opening wider, knees on the bench. Her body welcomes me, her muscles clenching around me as I push inside her tight opening and begin to move within her. She’s wet as sin, a slippery slickness that makes my eyes roll back in my head. The rhythm of our bodies is in sync with the sound of the rushing water around us, like we are one with the cave and the elements.
“More,” she moans, her voice ragged with desire. “Deeper.”
Her words are a passionate prayer, fueling my desire for her even more. Each thrust is filled with a fierce urgency, as if we are trying to escape from the world around us while also finding ourselves.
As we continue, our moans mingle with the sound of the water, creating a symphony of lust and need that echoes throughout the cavern. Hanna’s body tenses beneath me, and I know that she is close to climaxing.
“That’s it,” I whisper into her ear, taking the lobe between my teeth. “Let go. Let me take you there. Fly with me, little bird.”