Ilovehim.
Something primal and insanely powerful unlocked inside me as if it’d been waiting for that final confession.
Love was cruel and kind, vicious and forgiving. It was domination and surrender, protection and savagery and the cold kept rising,rising.
The temperature dropped so quickly, the stone wall cracked. Ice spikes the size of spears erupted from the ground in jagged constellations. Sound warped. Light bent. Permafrost surged outward in violent rings, devouring the courtyard tile by tile. Snow condensed into razor blades. And a polar maelstrom formed above, its eye directly over me.
I cried out as a cryonic shockwave shot out of me, sending weaponised sleet in every direction.
Dillon didn’t stand a chance.
The blast hurled him backward.
He hit the pavilion’s doors as the stone lions turned into solid icebergs.
Bending over, I planted my hands on my knees and gulped air.
Stop it.
Stop it!
The storm dissolved above. Snow vanished. Frost melted.
With a groan, Dillon peeled himself off the frozen doors. The courtyard looked like the aftermath of an ice age. Adjusting his vest, he shook icicles out of his hair and came toward me with the slightest limp. “Whatever emotion that was...that’sthe one I want you to remember how to wield if you’re ever in trouble.”
My bones started to shake.
I wanted to collapse and pretend I wasn’t capable of such destruction. That my love could cause such a catastrophe.
“I-I need to go see him. I need—”
“Not yet, you’re not. We’re not done.” Moving out of striking distance, he crossed his arms and commanded, “Again.”
Chapter Sixty-One
IT WAS ME WHO TURNED DESPERATE THAT night.
Lucien’s arms snaked around me, dragging me out of troubled dreams and pulling my back into his naked body.
I didn’t know what time it was. The exhaustion from Dillon’s relentless drilling ached in my bones, but the moment Lucien’s heat enveloped me—bare skin to bare skin—it felt as if I’d stepped into the heart of a flame that would never burn me.
We fit. Not physically, but existentially.
There was no me or him, just us.
The room was nearly pitch-black. I could just make out Whisper as he lifted his head, yawned, then settled down again as if knowing what we were about to do.
The love I’d unleashed earlier had nowhere to go. I’d choked it down and bottled it up but now...Lucien was here. He was here and I loved him and frost whispered across the blankets, thin veins of ice etching the walls to glitter on the ceiling.
My need for him sharpened into something feral.
Without speaking, I reached for him, my fingers inching down his scorching body, locking around his hot erection.
His breath caught against the back of my neck. His mouth found the sensitive curve beneath my ear, his lips branding mein the softest kiss as his hands moved over me like he’d already memorised every inch.
The fire in him answered the frost in me and it was as effortless as breathing to arch my back, bring him between my legs, and surrender to his domination as he slid inside me.
His husky groan as he filled me made every part of me come alive. My skin turned luminescent while his sparked with fire. Silver shine and golden glow, we rocked together in the dark.
