Page 67 of Goddess of Light

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 fingerstracing 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, teasingstrokes 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.

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