Chapter 25

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

HANNA

“Are you my Hanna yet?” Tuoni growls in my ear, his cock throbbing inside me as my body continues to pulse around him, my release creating a torrent of feelings inside me.

I don’t know who I am.

I can barely breathe, barely think.

The memories sink into me like the falling snow blowing around us, covering the bed in a sheet of frost.

When I first met him long ago, I called him Death. He had said, “You can call me Death, and I will call you mine.”

I am his now, I feel that. There’s something sparking inside me, like two pieces of flint scraping against each other, just waiting for the fire to spring.

I’m so close to being Hanna again.

And fear is my first emotion.

Because it scares me to become a mortal, a human.

What if that means I give up my destiny?

What if this messes with the prophecy?

What if we lose because I chose to feel love?

Isn’t it better to just enjoy that I feel desire and lust?

Isn’t that enough?

It’s not enough , a voice inside me says. Perhaps it’s Hanna’s voice. You need more. Your soul needs more.

My soul. Is that what’s missing?

“I’m not giving up on you,” Tuoni says, voice rough as sandpaper. “I’m going to keep making you come until you don’t have a choice.”

His soft, strong hands grip my waist, making me feel dainty and petite, even though I know that, in my Godly form, I am more powerful than he is. He flips me over on my back.

He stares down at me for a beat, his dark, damp hair hanging off his face, his brow furrowed with determination and laced with sweat, the dark kohl liner around his eyes smudged with our frenzied coupling. His skin is brown with a beautiful bronze sheen, laced with silver lines I know represent the souls who pass into the land, his frame huge and muscular beyond reproach. The body of a true God.

His gaze burns so intensely, I nearly look away, but I force myself to stay connected to him, because this is the only way forward.

He stares at me like he might die without me, and I’m starting to believe it.

But is it because I am meant to save him and his realm?

Or because it’s my love, my heart and soul, that he needs to truly rule?

He places his lips on mine, and I gasp against them. Gentle and tender at first, they meld into wild fury, my heart racing as our bodies entwine. The taste of him is intoxicating, reaching something deep within me, the smell of his skin, of something rich and warm, overwhelming me with desire. I can feel my walls still contracting from my orgasm, and yet I’m yearning for more, craving him.

My husband’s hands caress my body, slowly and deliberately, sending shivers down my spine. His touch is electric, his fingers tracing patterns that send my mind reeling with lust and longing. He knows what he’s doing, and I can’t help but submit to his control, wanting to revel in every inch he explores.

As we continue to kiss, he slowly pulls back, his eyes gazing into mine, a storm brewing within them. The more I stare into the tarnished silver of his irises, the more it seems like there’s a blizzard inside them too. “Do you remember yet?” he whispers hoarsely. “Do you feel what you once did?”

I shake my head slightly, unable to form words, but I do feel. My mind is a whirlwind of mortal emotions: fear, lust, desire, swirling together all at once. I don’t know if I’m ready to embrace my humanity fully, but the way Tuoni looks at me, the way he touches me…I want to give into it. It already fulfills me in ways I couldn’t have imagined.

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.

I am coming.

I am becoming .

The orgasm hits me like a freight train, overwhelming me with pleasure so intense, it feels as though I’m going to burst. My entire body shudders, my muscles tensing and relaxing in waves of ecstasy. I cry out Tuoni’s name, lost in the intensity of the sensation, feeling like I’m soaring through the dimensions beyond on a wave of pure bliss.

It keeps coming and coming and coming.

Gods.

Where am I?

As I come down from my high, Tuoni’s hands never falter. He continues to touch me gently, even as my body quivers and shakes in the aftermath of my orgasm. His touch is tender and caring, a reminder he is here for me in every sense of the word.

Finally, as my breath begins to steady and my heart rate returns to normal, Tuoni raises his head to look into my eyes once more. The fire that burns within him seems even more intense now, searing and searching.

So much hope.

“Little bird?” he says softly, my desire shining on his lips. “Have you flown back to me?”

I close my eyes and breathe in deeply, feeling the heat of my divinity start to fade away into the darkness until it’s just a kindling, a single flame. It promises to burn there forever, but for now, it’s no longer wanted.

I want to be Hanna Heikkenen.

I want to be the Goddess of Death.

I want to be the wife of this God between my legs.

I want to be human and all that entails.

I want to love and be loved.

Tears suddenly flood my eyes, spilling over and down my cheeks as a sob of joy rattles through me.

“Yes,” I cry out, feeling it, everything, all at once. “Yes.”

I am home.