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 want to be here with him forever.
He leans in again, his lips brushing against mine gently. His full, soft mouth travels down my neck, leaving a trail of kisses and nibbles in its wake. “I won’t let you go,” he promises as he returns to my lips once more. “Not without a fight.”
As his lips meet mine again, I feel a surge of warmth spread through my body. His dark promise fills me with a sense of security and belonging that puzzles me. On the sun, with Mother, I finally felt like I belonged somewhere. But here, with my husband, my king, I wonder if it’s he I truly belonged to all this time.
He lowers his head to lick at my breasts, sucking my nipples into his mouth, giving them little pinches of beautiful pain. His hands trace the curves of my stomach, my waist, down the slope of my hips. Every touch is a reminder of what we once shared—a bond that transcends time and space.
“I’m not giving up on you, fairy girl,” he repeats, his breath warm on my skin as he laps at my breasts with long, teasing strokes of his flat tongue. “I’m going to keep bringing you back to this place until you’re my true wife again. My queen.”
His words send a shiver down my spine, and I can feel the first tendrils of my old self beginning to form. Our past, our love, everything we’ve experienced together—it’s all coming back to me now. The more we explore each other’s bodies, the more memories resurface.
And it’s more than just the memories.
It’s the feelings in them.
Slowly, so slowly, I’m becoming less of a bystander to my past and more of the main character.
“Keep going,” I whisper to him. “I’m close to something…”
Tuoni’s fingers continue to trace patterns on my skin, his touch sending waves of pleasure coursing through me, brow furrowed in concentration. He knows exactly what he’s doing. He knows how to ignite this fire within me; he has done it so many times before.
He keeps his silver eyes on me, eager to witness my transformation as he moves down my body, my thighs parting for him. He licks his lips, and I shiver, knowing and needing and wanting what comes next.
His lips slowly descend towards my most intimate part, and I can’t help but hold my breath. The anticipation is almost too much to bear, his eyes never leaving mine.
As he takes his first, tender lick along the length of me, I’m slammed with the sensation, my body shivering as I let out a soft moan that resonates through the room. His touch is so gentle, yet it sets off a firestorm of need within me. He repeats the motion multiple times, each pass of his tongue causing another small gasp to escape my lips.
With each controlled movement, I feel myself becoming more and more aroused, my legs widening for him, my desire dripping out of me. Tuoni seems to sense this, for he starts to explore further, gently teasing the entrance to my core with his tongue before delving deeper. His hands hold my legs apart, his grip bruising as his tongue thrusts inside me, thick and hard, claiming every inch with precision and care. This is not just an act of physical pleasure for him but an exploration of our connection—a deepening of our bond through this intimate exchange.
The sensations are overwhelming as he continues his worship of my body. Wave after wave of pleasure crashes over me like the tide against the shore, each one building on the last until I feel like I might explode from sheer ecstasy. My fingers dig into his thick hair, pulling him closer, as if attempting to draw him even deeper within me.
Gods, I want, I want…
Then, he brings his fingers to my entrance, inserting one inside, two, three, until I’m gasping, making fists in his hair, bucking up my hips for more.
I’m…greedy.
Is this what being Hanna is like? Forever wanting more of this?
His fingers move in and out of me in a rhythm that matches the pulsing of my heart. His tongue continues its dance, lapping at my clit with an intensity that leaves me breathless. Each touch, each lick, is like an electric shock coursing through my veins.
His fingers curl slightly, brushing against the most sensitive part of me, causing me to arch my back and let out a soft cry. My husband responds by increasing his pace, his fingers digging deeper into me with each thrust. I can feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge, the need building to a point where it feels almost unbearable.
Then, he suckles my swollen clit into his mouth, and I can’t take it anymore, my body tensing, preparing for what’s to come.
Without warning, Tuoni starts humming softly, a low and resonant sound that seems to vibrate right through me. It’s as if he’s using his entire body to please me—not just his hands and mouth, but his very soul too. My body starts to tremble, my breath hitching as I feel the orgasm building within me. He senses this and adjusts his movements accordingly, increasing the intensity of his touch and lick until I can no longer hold back.