I grip Rosalina’s hips, pulling her down onto me with each thrust. Water floods the floor. It doesn’t matter. All that matters is the exquisite friction between our bodies, the way she clenches around me, drawing me deeper.
I slide a hand between us, finding her sensitive bundle of nerves. Rosalina throws her head back in ecstasy.
“Come on my cock, Blossom,” I growl, feeling my release building. “I’m going to finish inside you.”
Rosie’s eyes flutter closed as she rides me with abandon. The heady aroma of our arousal fills the steamy air. I thrust into her relentlessly, basking in the slick heat gripping me.
“Gods, Rosie,” I groan, my voice rough with desire. “You feel incredible. You’re so good, baby. I’m almost there.”
Rosalina’s body flutters around me as she nears her peak. I grip her hips harder, driving into her with renewed fervor. Deeper. I need to go even deeper.
A keening cry escapes Rosie’s lips. “Day, you fill me so good,” she gasps. “You’re mine. You’re mine, Day.”
Something shifts. The world seems to blur, colors bleeding into one another. The moonlight streaming through the ice wall takes on a green tinge.
A familiar voice, cold and ancient, whispers at the edges of my consciousness,You are mine, Summer Prince. You belong to me now.
I try to push the sound away, to focus on Rosalina. But the green light grows stronger, pulsing in time with my heartbeat. My vision swims, and suddenly I’m not entirely in control of my body.
“Day?” Concern seeps through her haze of desire. “Are you alright?”
I want to reassure her, to slow down, but my muscles won’t obey. The green light pulses brighter, and with it comes a surge of power. My thrusts become erratic.
“Mine,” I growl, but the voice doesn’t sound like my own. It’s deeper, rougher.
Rosalina’s eyes widen, a flicker of concern crossing her features. “Dayton, what’s happening?”
I try to speak, to explain, but the words won’t come. Instead, I know one thing. The Golden Rose is my mate, and I’ll have her. She belongs to me, the High Prince of Summer, with a flame of power inside. Her body is mine.
Strength pulses through my veins with each thundering heartbeat. My vision blurs, the world melting into streaks of emerald and gold. Rosalina’s soft skin glows in the eerie light, her eyes wide with a mixture of curiosity and arousal.
I grip her by the back of the neck, and my hips snap forward, driving into her so deep she gives a broken yell. The water in the tub grows so hot it bubbles.
“Day,” Rosalina gasps. She leans down with a soft kiss. I pull her flush against me, forcing her mouth open and shoving my tongue between her lips.
My hands grip Rosalina’s waist, fingers digging into her skin. An array of conflicting emotions play across her face, a blend of longing and apprehension.
Rosalina’s breasts bounce with each powerful thrust. I run my hand over her, gripping roughly. Her nails rake down my chest, leaving stinging trails in their wake.
“Mine,” I growl. My teeth graze her throat, and I bite down.
“Day,” she whimpers.
With a growl, I lift Rosalina out of the tub, water cascading down our bodies. She clings to my shoulders as I carry her to the shimmering ice wall. Her skin is flushed and slick, steam rising from her heated flesh.
I press her against the cold, relishing her sharp intake of breath as the cold surface meets her back. Rosalina’s legs wrap around my waist, pulling me closer.
“Day, your eyes,” she whispers, voice breathy and trembling.
I capture her lips in a searing kiss, swallowing her moans as I enter her again. The ice behind her melts, rivulets of water running down her spine. The angle I’m holding her makes it easy to penetrate her even deeper.
Rosalina lolls her head back against the ice wall, her breath coming in ragged gasps. I can feel her shuddering, teetering on the edge of release. My movements grow more forceful, more desperate.
“Come over my cock,” I growl.
Her eyes flutter open, locking on mine. The emerald glow reflects in her pupils, turning them an otherworldly shade. I’m not the only one looking at her, but I can’t gain control. I can’t stop this.
Rosalina’s nails dig into my shoulders. Her thighs tighten on my waist, her muscles coiling. With a final, powerful thrust, I bury myself to the hilt. Rosalina cries out, her back arching off the ice as her climax crashes over her. Her inner walls clamp around me, pulsating as waves of pleasure course through her.
