Page 87 of Goddess of Light

“Weare to go in there. To cleanse. And the heat will help our muscles. You must be sore.”

She gives me a haughty smile. “I am always clean and warm, Tuoni, and my muscles don’t need any help.”

I let out an exasperated sigh. “Fine. Then we’re doing it for me and I want my wife naked beside me, so I can fuck her.”

She frowns. “You could have just said that to begin with.”

I laugh, taking off my tunic and slipping out of my trousers, the cloth stained with blood and ichor, until I’m completely nude. Naturally, my cock is at full attention.

“I suppose that’s very Hanna of you,” I tell her. “Never mincing words. Now, take off that dress or I might take it off for you. Better yet, Iwilltake it off for you.”

I stride over to her, cock bobbing as I walk which draws her attention. At least I see heat in her eyes, and not the type that comes from the sun. She might not be fully human, but this Goddess still has her primal urges, which is the most human thing of all.

I stop in front of her and reach for her dress. I’m impatient and my fingers are too large to handle such intricate laces, so I end up ripping the corset that’s laced up over the dress right down the middle, the sound echoing through the cave. The dark red gown, torn, dirty, and a few sizes too big for her, falls off her shoulders with ease, pooling at her feet like a blood stain.

I growl at the sight of her naked body, the urge to overtake her here and now nearly too powerful to contain, rumbling eagerly in my chest. But I wait for her to take off her boots, before I grab her hand and pull her to the hot springs. I enter the water first, steam rising from the glowing aqua, then beckon her to follow.

I wade to the opposite end where a bench has been carved out and sit down, my arms out over the rim of the pool, and watch as she steps hesitantly yet gracefully into the steaming water. I already feel a million times better. All the horrors that I’ve seen, all the souls that have been lost under my watch in this endless battle for my kingdom, they all seem to fade from my heart and mind as the hot water seeps deep into my muscles, soothing me.

Hanna stops in the middle of the pool, lowering herself so that the water is up to her neck. Her hair flows around her like a golden cape, her skin shimmering in shades of gold under the surface.

She’s so beautiful it nearly kills me, but what drives the knife in deeper is that the most beautiful part of her, the essence of all that she is inside, is gone, frosted over with divinity.

And yet, she swims over to me, with fire in her eyes that rivals the heat of the hot springs. She puts her hands around my neck and clasps them there, staring at me as if to say,well? Are you going to fuck me or not?

I can’t help but grin at her, reaching out to run my thumb over her lips. She takes it into her mouth, sucking slightly, sending a jolt straight to my cock, as her eyes hold contact with mine.

“Do you want to remember?” I ask her, voice rough and raw with need. “Do you want to remember who you are?”

She swallows and I pull my thumb out of her mouth as she says, “Yes.”

“Are you sure?” I ask, licking her spit off the side of my thumb, savoring her taste. “Because I feel like this doesn’t work if it’s not something you want.”

“I am certain,” she says, raising her chin.

That’s all I need.

I grab her face and kiss her deeply, claiming her as mine with each violent sweep of my tongue, forcing her mouth to open wider, to take as much of me as she can. Our lips meld, wet and building with pent-up frustration, tongues sliding against each other, spurred by urgency and need.

My hands drop into the water, roaming over her skin, tracing the curves of her body with reverence and care, fingers sinking into her flesh with hunger. Her skin is hot beneath my touch, radiating heat not only from the water, but from her core.

“Tuoni,” she murmurs as she pulls her lips from mine, her voice barely above a whisper. “Is it that terrible that I don’t go back to being Hanna? Can’t I just please my body through you?”

Her words make me pause, unravelling something inside. I try to keep my voice steady as I reply, “We don’t have to talk about it right now. We can just be.”

Once upon a time I would have loved to have her as something like a mistress, a woman to whom I would pledge no allegiance except through my cock. Someone to fuck, who only wanted me for pleasure and nothing else.

In the beginning, I believed that’s what Hanna was to me.

But I am not that God anymore.

I want every single fucking part of this woman.

“Then I need you,” she whispers as she kisses down my neck, lust surging through me. “I need you to become her. To become what you want.”

I swallow thickly, my heart swelling against my ribcage with love for her, and I kiss her deeply again, my hands exploring every inch of her that I can reach. I can feel the rhythm of her heart beating in sync with mine.

But I want you to want it too, I think.

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