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I slam into her, and her body spasms beneath me as she comes hard, again, her cunt squeezing my cock like a vice. I groan and thrust into her one more time before I come in torrents, spurting into her over and over again, filling her up with every last drop.
Fuck.
This woman.
This queen.
This Goddess.
All mine.
I collapse on top of her with a breathless cry, my cock still jerking inside her, and when I raise my head to kiss her, my hips are still thrusting out the last of my orgasm.
“Hanna,” I whisper to her, but her name chokes me. Too many emotions are rising in my chest, foreign feelings that threaten to overwhelm me, to destroy me. I stare at her beautiful, flushed face in the dim glow of the crystal, and despite the fact that I’m still inside her, that I just came with the strength of a thunderstorm, I feel as if I’m walking on cracking ice, that the world might give out from under me, and when it does, I’ll never be the same.
I can’t let that happen to me, not yet—perhaps not ever.
You are the God of Death, I remind myself.You have your prophecy. You have your wife. She will unite the land, the very land you have sworn to rule over. It is your destiny to put your land before all else. Even before her, if you must. It is your duty to do all you can to remain in power.
“What do we do now?” Hanna asks, as if reading my thoughts.
I lean down and place a kiss on her forehead before pulling out.
“We get the fuck out of here and take back what’s ours,” I tell her.
Chapter 3
Hanna
The Escape
Death rises above me, his formidable frame rising like a shadow against the glow of the sunmoonstone crystal. I stare up at him, my mind still drunk from the multiple orgasms he just coaxed from me again and again andagain. Sex with Tuoni has always been mind-blowing, and from the intense way our bodies respond to each other, I never thought that the connection between us could be strengthened.
But I was wrong. Having him touch every inch of my body with his bare hands, feeling the softness of his palms, the might of his fingers, and seeing the awe in his gaze as he worshipped me made me feel bonded to him like nothing else. The chord that has always connected us has drawn us deeper than before, our intimacy intertwined.
Because of the prophecy.
I am the one Death can touch and still live.
I am, somehow, the daughter of a Goddess.
I am the one to unite the land.
But neither of us can do anything until we’re out of this prison.
Until we’re out of Hell itself.
Death’s lips curve into an arrogant smile, enjoying the sight of me beneath him before he reaches down and pulls me up to my feet by my elbows. For a moment, I think I’m going to be unsteady, perhaps swooning into his arms after all the tumultuous events, but instead, my feet are planted firmly on the ground. Now that the haze of my orgasms is fading, I feel strong, my senses sharper than ever.
Death’s bare hand slides down over my forearm to my hand and laces his fingers in mine for a moment, a touch of intimacy that somehow manages to startle me. “I know you feel it,” he says, his gray gaze flicking over my face. “Your power.”
I give my head a shake, the whole thing seeming surreal—and that’s saying a lot, considering where we are. “I don’t even understand it. What does this mean?”
“It means you were never a mere mortal, fairy girl,” he says to me, giving my hand a squeeze. “You have the blood of a Goddess in you, which means you have powers that have been lying dormant your whole life. I had suspected as much, and it seemed the giant did too.”
“What kind of powers?”
“The ability to burn like the sun and grow golden wings, for one,” he says with an appreciative smile. “The rest, I’m sure we’ll discover.”
