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)
Could she be nervous too? Afraid? She said she doesn’t have those feelings.
This is a good sign, is it not?
“Come here,” I say again, this time with authority. “Kneel before your god.”
She hesitates for a moment, uncertainty in her eyes. But then, she closes the distance between us, her steps measured and cautious, like a wild animal sizing up a predator.
She stops before me, and I stare at the graceful lines of her swan-like neck and see her pulse pounding there, a sight that immediately makes me hard.
Then, she kneels before me, as I instructed, her dark dress spreading out against the scattered snow like a stain, her gaze never leaving my face, and I grow harder still, my cock straining against the flat of my pants. Her copper eyes seem to glow in the flickering torchlight that casts grotesque shadows on the stone walls around us.
I stand before her, feeling powerful and yet also exposed and vulnerable. My heart beats strong with resolution as I reach down and cup her chin, tilting her face upward to meet mine. Our eyes lock, the connection electric between us in a visceral way, as if faint beams of light are connecting her to me.
“You are not just any goddess,” I say softly, my voice a deep rumble that vibrates through my chest. “You are my goddess. There is a difference.”
She swallows visibly, a hint of a shiver running over her shoulders at the possessive tone in my voice. It's been so long since we were husband and wife—just Tuoni and Hanna—but I have to try to bring that back somehow, to remind her of who I am beneath the godly exterior she now sees me in, to remind her of who she is under her own divine façade.
Strangely enough, I can see longing in her eyes, a need for normalcy that might haunt her every thought. But there is also a fierce determination there, a spark of rebellion that makes me both proud and fearful of her. Sometimes, she’s too rebellious for her own good.
“Hanna,” I say softly, running my fingers gently down her cheek and feeling the warmth of her skin beneath my touch. “My little bird. It’s alright. You don’t have to be afraid of anything. I have you.”
She looks down, unable to meet my gaze, but then she surprises me by leaning forward and reaching for the fly of my pants. I stiffen, watching with bated breath as she wraps her hand around my cock, pulling it out into the chilled air and taking me into her mouth.
Oh, fuck.
The sensation is overwhelming, like being hit by a tidal wave. Her lips are soft and warm, her tongue dancing around me in a way that sends shivers down my spine. I reach out and run my fingers through her hair, feeling the silken strands between my fingers as she works her magic on me, making me feel like I’m a God coming undone.
I didn’t expect this. She must know how natural this feels, that she was made to worship me, just as I was made to worship her.
The world around us fades away as we lose ourselves in each other. She hums softly against me, her breath hot and wet as she focuses her attention on the task at hand, sucking me off in the expert way she used to do. I close my eyes and let go of all my worries, feeling only the raw desire coursing through my veins. This is what it means to be human—to feel something so intensely that it consumes everything else. Perhaps my humanity is what’s coming to the surface here, more than hers.
And I will revel in it.
As I continue to lose myself in her, I can barely feel the snow that gathers on my shoulders, nor the cold coming in through the broken window, the blizzard dying down. All that matters is the heat of her mouth enveloping me, the way she sucks and strokes me until I feel like I’m about to burst.
I grip her hair tighter in my hands, making a fist as she moves faster and faster, her eyes wide and wild as she takes me deeper into her mouth, keeping her fiery gaze locked on mine. The sight of her like this—so desperate, so needy—only gives me hope and fuels my own desire.
“That’s it,” I groan, my hips bucking involuntarily as she hits just the right spot. “Oh Gods, Hanna...”
She moans, a low sound vibrating against my cock that sends shivers directly through my shaft and over the rest of my body. It’s not long before I can feel it building up inside me, that rush of heat and energy that threatens to consume me whole. We may be surrounded by ice and snow, but together, we are an inferno.