“Never thought it would happen to you?” I finish for him, stepping closer until we share the same air.
“Well, I mean, I thought maybe someone, but never did I think it would happen with the goddess who created it.” His smile is crooked, disbelieving. “Is this real?”
“Yes.” I guide him toward my bed. “I’ve waited so long,” I confess, my fingers working at the fastenings of his clothes. “So many lunar cycles watching others, searching for you.”
His mouth captures mine again, swallowing my words. The kiss deepens, no longer tentative but hungry and desperate. My hands push his shirt from his shoulders, revealing more of his skin, perfect in the moonlight.
“Henå,” he breathes against my mouth. His hands find the ties of my dress, working them loose with trembling fingers. The fabric falls away, pooling at my feet.
The silver ripple between us forms again, brighter now, pulsing with each beat of our hearts. I can feel his desire as if it were my own, as he leans down kissing the freckle on the side of my neck.
His hands explore my body with reverence, each touch sending pulses of pleasure across my skin. “I’ve dreamed of this,” he confesses, his voice breaking as he guides me onto the bed. “Since the first day I saw you.”
I pull him down to me, our bodies fitting together as if designed for each other — because they were. “Show me.” I whisper against his ear, “What it is to be loved by one with ice.”
His smile is stunning as frost forms at his fingertips, trailing cool patterns across my heated skin. I arch into his touch, the contrast of cold against warmth sending shudders through me.
I respond in kind, drawing on my power so that delicate beads of water roll across his skin, following the contours of his body. He gasps as they trace lower, his eyes darkening with desire.
He grips my thighs, fingers digging into my soft flesh like he’s claiming me. “Drahenå,” he groans as our bodies join, the silver ripple between us flaring, and casting our shadows against the walls.
I gasp at the sensation of completeness that floods through me. “Thesix,” I whisper, fingers tracing the contours of his back.
His lips find the sensitive spot where my neck meets my shoulder, and I arch beneath him. “Can you feel it?” he asks, his voice rough with desire. “Can you feel what you do to me?”
“Yes,” I breathe.
The rhythm of our bodies matches the eternal push and pull of the tides outside the balcony. Slow, deliberate movements build like the gathering of a wave, then crash with increasing urgency. His hands explore my body, leaving trails of delicate frost patterns.
“I never knew,” he gasps against my neck, his movements becoming more urgent, “that it would feel like this.”
I cup his face between my palms, bringing his eyes to meet mine. “I’m yours now … just as you are mine.” I roll my hips to meet his.
Water responds to my heightened emotions, tiny droplets forming in the air like suspended rain. They catch the light of our ripple casting a thousand tiny rainbows that dance across our skin. His frost meets my water, creating delicate ice flowers that bloom mid-air.
“You’re magnificent,” he whispers, his breath cool against my ear. His fingers tangle in my cobalt and silver hair, spreading frost that glitters like stars caught in an ocean. “You’re so beautiful a man would happily drown in your light.”
I wrap my legs around his waist, drawing him deeper. His hands slide beneath me, lifting my hips closer.
“Is this what you imagined when you created the twin drop bond?” He asks between kisses against my collarbone, down my breast and back to the hollow of my throat.
I shake my head, overwhelmed. “No … this is–” words fail me as he shifts, changing the angle of our connection.
The water droplets around us swirl in response to my building orgasm, creating a gentle vortex as his frost patterns grow more intricate, spreading across my skin.
“I can feel you,” he groans, his rhythm faltering as he gets closer to his own peak. “Tightening around me … Let go, my goddess.”
My hands grip his shoulders. “Thesix,” I gasp, “Don’t stop.”
He captures my mouth with his, swallowing my pleas as his thrusts grow more intense.
When the pleasure crests, it's like nothing I've experienced in all my long existence, a tidal wave that crashes through both of us simultaneously. The bond between us pulses so brightly it's almost blinding, illuminating every corner of the chamber. I cry out his name as ecstasy washes through me in waves, each one more powerful than the last.
The droplets of water suspended around us freeze in place, capturing the moment in perfect crystalline clarity. Time itself seems to pause as we cling to each other, our bodies trembling with shared release.
six
The ocean roars beneath my castle as I stand at the edge of my balcony watching Thesix leave, smiling up at me. The salty breeze tangles with the strands of hair that scatter across my face, as the bioluminescent life dances in the water beneath the full moon, beckoning me to join their currents as I inhale the scent of salt and seaweed.
