Page 65 of Goddess of Light

“I am the prophecy,” she reminds me, reaching for my hands. Before I can protest, she’s yanking off one glove, her fingers wrapped around my bare skin.

Nothing happens except that I melt at her touch.

She gives me a quick smile, relieved, maybe proud, and removes the other glove.

I reach out and caress her hips, feeling the warmth of her skin against my fingers. I’ve missed this so much. She shivers under my touch, but it’s not from the cold; it’s from desire—raw, unbridled desire.

I’m getting through to her, I know I am.

Her eyes lock with mine as she lifts her hips, firmly gripping the base of my cock before she lowers herself onto me. The sensation is intense, almost overwhelming, as she takes meinch by inch. She leans forward, adjusting her position, and her breasts brush against my chest, nipples hard as ice, her hips moving in a slow, rhythmic dance that builds between us.

I can’t help but moan, deep and long, unable to put what I’m feeling into words of any kind.

I reach up and wrap my arms around her, pulling her close. She is so fuckingwarm, inside and out. The feel of her body against mine is as if we are two halves of a whole, fused in the most potent of ways.

As we move together, my hips jerking up to meet hers, I can feel the raw heat building inside me once again, a fire that threatens to consume us both. Her eyes stay focused on mine, her expression one of utter concentration and lust. She’s as determined as I am.

Her movements become more urgent now, her hips bucking against me, and I realize she’s not just trying to make me come. She wants to come too. The bed rocks, and the room is filled with both the blizzard intensifying again, snow blowing over us, and the sounds of our passion, the soft moans of pleasure, the slapping sound of skin against skin, the ragged breath that signals how close I am to the edge.

“Oh fuck, Hanna,” I murmur, my voice hoarse with desire. “You are…you are everything to me.”

She gasps at my words, her eyes flashing with desire and something else—a spark of recognition, perhaps? A sign she remembers who I am to her?

Either way, it only fuels my passion further, driving me onwards as I thrust into her, feeling the heady heat of her body enveloping me.

“I need you,” I whisper gruffly. “I need you like I need air to breathe.”

She moans in response, arching her back and pressing herself against me. She leans down, her hands gripping myshoulders, her nails digging into my skin. The sensation is so intense, it’s almost overwhelming—like a storm of unsaid words and pent-up lust battering both of us.

“Give it to me,” she whispers, a fierce determination glinting in her eyes. “I want to feel it all.”

“As you wish,” I grunt.

And with that, I let go—I give myself to her completely, my hands a vice on her hips as I rock her back and forth on my cock, fingers digging deep, each movement more aggressive than the last as I seek to connect with her on a deeper level and pull her out of her divinity. The world around us fades, leaving only the two of us, lost in each other’s embrace, wrought with determination.

Her cries fill the room, her body tensing and relaxing in rhythm with our movements. It’s not long before I can feel the tension building inside her too—a rush of energy that threatens to consume us.

But before it can, the urge to be in control takes over.

Some things never change.

I grab her by the waist and pull her off me, dragging her down onto the bed, deftly flipping her over onto her stomach and straddling her from behind. I gather her wrists behind her back and push her head into the pillow, my aching cock pressed against her ass.

“Do you remember this?” I ask gruffly. “Do you remember, my little bird, when I would come into your room at night and fuck you? You were waiting for me, and I never even took off my mask. I had my way with you time and time again, and you would let me because you wanted it, you wanted me, even though you hated me at the same time. You wanted it because you knew I was your destiny. You knew I was your king.” I tug at her hair and pull up her head so my lips are at her ear. “Do you want to know what that felt like? Here and now?”

“Yes,” she cries out softly, a whimper more than anything, and I grin at the sound, shoving her head back down as I push her thighs apart with my knee and ready my cock at her entrance.

“I didn’t quite catch that,” I tease.

“Yes,” she moans, her voice muffled in the pillow. “I want to know. Show me. Make me remember.”

I can feel the heat of her body against me, her wetness coating the tip of my cock as I position myself at her cunt. Her hips buck involuntarily, her body begging for me to take her, to fill her up in the way only I can.

“Then tell me to fuck you.Meanit,” I growl.

“Fuck me like you did before,” she moans, her voice a mix of longing and desperation, no longer sounding distant and cold, but like she’shere. “Make me remember who I am.”

I nod, my heart pounding in my chest. This was the Hanna I knew—bold, passionate, desperate for me. My cock throbs at the thought of claiming her this way, just like old times.

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