Heart of Pains

Chapter Nineteen

Hannah:

There's one more thing you need to know about me. I have the power to take lives, but I also have the choice not to. It's up to me whether I become a killer or not. I may be an actress and a model on the surface, but underneath, I have a darker side. Maybe it's because of my career in acting that I can fit into any situation seamlessly. But no one, including Owen, knows the real me.

"Annabella, prepare my tub and mix it with herbs that will help me heal faster," I instructed. "Even though the herbs won't heal the scars on my skin, I have so many emotional scars that I've lost count. But you know what? I don't really care about them. I know you think it's toxic for me, but I find some strange enjoyment in that toxicity."

My Godmother, a witch, appeared out of nowhere, nearly startling Annabella, but not me. She looked at me with concern.

"What happened, Hannah?" she asked. I pushed past her.

"You should know. Your eyes are everywhere," I said, frustration evident in my voice.

"Why did you let him go?" she hissed.

"I'm not going to be a murderer," I defended myself.

"But we know what you are. They're coming closer. Claim him because time is not on your side anymore," she said, her words infused with power. Her green eyes flashed red then turned back before she disappeared into thin air.

"Annabella, we're going back to New York. Get ready. And claim your mate tomorrow. It's the full moon," I said firmly. Annabella looked conflicted.

"But I'm supposed to protect you."I smiled reassuringly at her.

 "You've trained a lot of people to protect me. You have that covered. I promise to call you if it concerns my damn life. I give you my word."

I undressed and got into the tub, relaxing in the warm water. Annabella washed my body, slowly going toward my breasts. Her touches grew more intimate, causing a surge of pleasure to ripple through me.

"What are you doing, Annabella? I thought you had a mate." I tried to suppress a moan, feeling the desire building up inside me.

"I do, but before I commit my life to him, I want to indulge in a little pleasure," Annabella answered, her touches becoming increasingly intimate. I couldn't deny the arousal that surged within me.

"But what about your wolf?" I inquired, curious about her connection to her primal side.

"That girl has plenty of fantasies about her final encounter with you, and your scent tells me that you're also ready for us," Annabella replied, her seductive gesture of licking her lips intensifying the desire between us. Without hesitation, I instructed her.

"Cast a spell, undress, and meet me in the room behind the closet."

"Wow. You have a lot of secrets, Han," she said.

She nodded and I stood up, grabbing a towel to dry my body. And with a simple gesture, I made a divide between the clothes hanging in my closet. I then approached the secret door and put my index finger on the scanner, allowing it to open.

I spun around and there she stood before me, completely naked. Her grin stretched from ear to ear as she admired my physique.

With a confident stride, I climbed onto the bed.

"Enough talking. Now come and show me your fantasy," I commanded, eager to indulge in the moment.

She eagerly complied, kissing me softly on the lips before trailing down to my neck, no doubt searching for my sweet spot. A shudder ran through me, and I couldn't help but moan when she found it, sucking on the spot behind my ear.

As she pressed her hips against mine, I decided to simply lie back and enjoy the sensations. I reached out blindly, seeking her mouth and finding it, our tongues dancing in perfect synchrony. The room filled with our shared groans of pleasure.

"OMG," she exclaimed, causing me to pause for a moment, concern for my scars flickering in my mind. "You're beautiful even with your scars."

Her words only fueled my desire, and I was already so aroused.

"God damn it, Annabella. Stop telling me about it and show me," I demanded, unable to contain my impatience. Thankfully, Annabella was skilled at following orders.

She began planting kisses all over my body, leaving a trail of sensations in her wake. The intoxicating scent of lemons and desire filled the air as she explored every inch of me. She inhaled deeply, pressing her nose into the small creases, and sucked on my fingers. She even eagerly drank my sweat that had broken out due to the intensity of the moment. I was burning with desire, and she knew exactly how to satisfy me.

At one point, she lifted her mouth from one of my twin buds, and I immediately looked at her, curious about the sudden pause.

"I want to taste you," she whispered, desire evident in her eyes. "Can I?" Nodding, I gasped in anticipation.

"I told you my body was yours today," I said, unable to bear the agony of waiting any longer.

Annabella slowly made her way down my writhing form, pausing to kiss and stroke the button of my abs, hipbones, and the skin on the inside my thighs, God it felt so damn good, I noticed how she started fingering her pussy to reduce the ache, an unconscious movement that intensified once she realized she was doing it.

We both groaned at the first stroke of her tongue on my pussy, my hand dropped away from my head to clench the blankets.

"Oh!" I moaned louder as she stroked deep into my hot pussy, she started fucking me deep with three fingers, and her tongue. "Fu........." I moaned again.

We shuddered together as pleasure rippled between our bodies, I guess she also came.

"I'm glad I could make you happy," Annabella panted, as she pulled her fingers off my pussy and flipped onto her back.

"I didn't doubt you would," I answered as I drifted slowly to Lalaland. I don't know about Annabella, but I guess she will take care of the both of us, but now I just want to sleep.