Page 60 of My Karmic Destiny

When my hips finally meet hers, we both suck in a breath.

I pull back and begin to pump inside her, my fingertips fondling her pussy lips and clit. Her head falls back in bliss, moaning my name.

My name never sounded so good.

Her pussy clamps down, milking me, and we both shout, coming at the same moment.

I always thought the idea of simultaneous orgasms was a bullshit fairytale, but fuck, was I wrong.

Cradling her soft body in my arms, I nest my face at the crook of her neck, my cock beginning to soften and slip out.

She shivers as the cool night air finally chills us. With a quick peck, she uses her magic and pulls me through space to land in the bathroom in the mansion.

Fortunately, the strange, unsettling sensation of Death’s magic quickly fades.

Tessa points to the private toilets, and we separate briefly to pee. We find each other at the sinks, completely naked, and we wash our hands.

My eyes can’t stop admiring her curves in the brighter light. And she watches me with a keen interest in the mirror. I love that she enjoys the way my body looks.

Sauntering up behind her, I slide my hands over her breasts and tweak her nipples. “Ready for round two, my goddess?”

Her answer is to pop us back into the tent.

Holy shit. I’m definitely in love.

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RECONNECTING

TESSA

The last couple of nights with Evan and Kurtis have been passionate and magical. I hadn’t expected to be swept away the way I have.

Tonight belongs to Dante though. We need to talk alone, and I need to check in on how he’s feeling about all this.

I remain focused on work all day. I’m getting used to reaping and coming to terms about being the one to collect souls. I’m soothed, knowing that I’m helping them transition. Technically, they would have died without me or a death god in existence. But ghosts and phantoms and fractured souls are real, and if I can help them safely get to the afterlife in one piece, then I can rest easy at night. Where they go from there, who knows?

Reincarnation, perhaps.

Death confides in his employees that there are other worlds, other dimensions, but those other places aren’t in our domain. We only deal with the earthbound souls. It makes me wonderhow many times my soul has been on Earth inhabiting another body.

And have I lived on other planets?

It makes my head spin with possibilities.

Then I wonder if I’ve lived other lives with my guys. Perhaps that’s why I feel a deeper connection to them than I have with anyone else. What if we find each other over and over, our souls aching until we bond again in another life?

Would Karma tell us if we have done this before? Or is it like some theories suggest that it’s better to focus on the life one is currently living?

I suppose it doesn’t matter if we have a soul history or not. We are here, together now. And we’re building the foundation of a lifetime of love.

After work, I pop back home to the Karma mansion. With my reaper sight, I find Dante in his room, reading.

He’s been doing a lot more reading lately. Self-help type books and meditation guides.

It’s probably all for his healing work with Karma. But as I watch him, I’m suddenly worried it might be about what’s going on with the four of us.

“Hey,” I say as I appear before him at the side of his bed.

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