Page 64 of Goddess of Light

“You are not just any goddess,” I say softly, my voice a deep rumble that vibrates through my chest. “You aremygoddess. 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 herhand 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.

“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 smoothedby 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.

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