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I squeeze the base of my shaft, feeling the slickness of her desire as I push forward. She gasps, her body arching beneath me as I slowly sink into her.

Fuck, she’s tighter than ever.

“Yes,” she moans, writhing beneath me. “That’s it. Fuck me like you mean it.”

I raise my brows at her language. She’s so close now, I can smell it.

I begin to move within her, my thrusts slow and deliberate at first, her ass jiggling with each push, but building in intensity as we both grow more feverish with desire. Her moans fill the room, mingling with the sounds of our bodies slapping together.

“Tuoni,” she cries out, gripping the sheets tightly as I thrust harder into her. “More, please.”

Fuck.

She’s a wicked little Goddess, isn’t she?

And so, I give her more. My rhythm becomes more frantic, each thrust more powerful than the last as I drive myself into her with renewed fervor. Her cries grow louder, more urgent, and I know she’s close to release, close to her old self.

I lean down, my lips brushing against her ear as I whisper gruffly, “You want it, you want me, and that’s all that matters now. Let go of everything else and just feel this.”

Her body responds to my words, her muscles tensing and relaxing in perfect sync with my movements. Her moans become more fervent, her knuckles white as she grips the sheets, and I think I might just fuck her straight through the bed.

“Oh, Gods,” she cries out again into the pillow, her voice a mix of ecstasy and desperation. “Oh, yes, Tuoni. Please, don’t stop.”

But I have no intention of stopping. My thrusts become wilder, more feral as I drive myself deeper into her. Her body bucks beneath me, matching my rhythm perfectly as we begin to move as one. Sweat spills off my body, splashing onto her, melting the snowflakes that have gathered on her back.

“Ah!” she cries out again, her muscles tightening around me as she nears her release. “Please.”

And that’s all it takes—the utterly raw and deeply human sound of her voice, the feel of her body around me, all the passion and desire we had been denying ourselves for so long coming to a head in this one, fiery moment.

“Fuck!” I roar, my orgasm surging through me like a raging fire as I thrust into her deep and hard. My body trembles above hers, every muscle strained as I come, every fiber of my being focused on this one perfect moment between us.

She comes too, her cries piercing the air, her limbs convulsing and shuddering beneath me. Her walls squeeze my cock harder and harder, making me lose my breath, mymind.

And yet, through the spinning throes of my release, all I need to know is if I brought her back.

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?

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