Frost continued erupting from her, sending the valley into an unplanned ice-age. She continued rewriting the seasons, heralding winter like it was a weapon, not responding to my kiss whatsoever.
I’d hoped touching her would interrupt her spiral, but the air temperature plummeted so cold it gnawed at my skin.
The river continued freezing, thicker and thicker, entombing the fish beneath.
The small pool I’d dragged her into was icy and I made a conscious effort—the first real instruction—for the flames in my blood to obey and do something about it.
The water suddenly boiled, lapping around our waists as I imprisoned her against the rock.
She fought me.
She tried to bite me.
But I just angled her head a little higher and plunged my tongue into her mouth.
Tears streamed down her cheeks, freezing before they could fall.
I kissed her deeper, pouring every warmth and tenderness I could down her throat. Heat poured out of me—through my mouth, hands, and heart. Cold soaked out of her—through her skin, hair, and soul.
She tried to pull back again, but I just fisted one hand in her hair and wound my other arm around her, bending her into me, kissing her so damn deep.
With a cry of surrender, she kissed me back.
A sudden bolt of her powerslammedinto me.
The eternal fire around my heart replied with glee, detonating outward with delicious relief to finally be called up and unleashed.
For one suspended second, fire and frost collided—
And then they combined in the most catastrophic, perfect way possible.
We went rigid as rapturous pleasure arrowed through us, stealing all thoughts and turning us into nothing more than two elements that’d been separated for far too long.
It happened too fast to question.
I went from kissing her to help break her spell, to kissing her because I was driven by something so much bigger than myself.
I felt her inside me—snatches of her thoughts, waves of her feelings.
And that tether that’d been slowly knotting my soul to hers solidified with a rush of indescribable ecstasy.
Her eyes flew open, locking onto mine as if she’d felt the same fundamental shifting.
Her frosty fingers landed on my neck, making me shiver as our forces balanced and harmonised, urgency settling deep between my legs.
We fell back into a kiss. Hungry and insistent.
I needed her.
Fuck, I needed her.
While my mouth ravaged hers, I fumbled with the fastenings of my trousers. With a fierce moan, she shoved my hands out of the way, unbuttoning and unzipping me.
I snarled as she wrapped her tight fist around me.
She cried out as I cupped her possessively.
Hoisting her higher up the rock, I shoved up the skirt she’d fashioned as a dress and stepped into her. Her legs spread and locked over my hips; we both groaned as I pressed my hot erection against her cool entrance.
