Total pages in book: 16
Estimated words: 14922 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 75(@200wpm)___ 60(@250wpm)___ 50(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 14922 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 75(@200wpm)___ 60(@250wpm)___ 50(@300wpm)
This is how I ended up right here in this park one week later, thirsty, and hungry because another day had gone by where I have forgotten to eat, so lost in my thoughts, confusion, and utter inability to not masturbate to Frost every time I am alone. Like now, the mere thought of him and my body is buzzing. I look across the street and see a coffee shop. “Thank goodness.” I walk in, making sure my glasses are on and my hood is up.
With my order placed, I am running through scenarios in my mind of how else to explain the heat and warmth when I even think of him. Maybe it is not about him at all. Maybe when I left my country, I severed a sacred bond or something, and this is the result. That’s plausible, right? On the other hand, this could be a good thing, and maybe my body is changing. Maybe I am no longer dangerous.
As if I had conjured up a test subject, a man walks right in front of me and holds his hand out. “Why hello? My name is Hans. I have never seen you here before.” Hesitant but curious, I remove my glove and place my hand in his.
“Nice to meet you…” before I can finish the rest of the sentence, he curses, and that is when I see his hand begin to freeze. Quickly, I pull my hand from his, disappointed and once again riddled with guilt, and run from the coffee shop.
“Gotcha.” A pair of strong hands wrap around me. I don’t have to look up to know who it is.
“Frost.” His name comes out, part prayer and part exhaustion, before I collapse against him. Why does this feel like home?
CHAPTER
EIGHT
FROST
When I take her in my arms, I kiss her like my life depends on it. My body heats up instantly as I draw her closer and closer to me. Every time I touch her, I know what fire feels like. Yes, it’s pretty and can be deadly to anyone else, but I’ve never felt heat before, never been warm. I know she hasn’t either.
“We need to get out of the street,” I say as an old pickup truck whizzes by us.
“I know,” she says smiling up at me.
“Let’s go back to the cabin.”
“Okay. Hurry,” she says, grasping onto my arm with a vise like grip.
Once we are out of the village and hidden in the forest, I let ice free from my hands to make an icy walkway that we can skate down toward the cabin. She’s an expert skater, as am I. It would be hard not be given the fact that we are both pretty much made of ice and have the ability to manipulate it.
I pull her to me as we skate. We spin and spin. Ready for anything. We skate until we reach the cabin, the snow coming down hard.
“How did you find me?” she asks as soon as we are inside.
“I knew you were mine before I found out about the prophecy.”
“You know about the prophecy?”
“Yes. I just found about it but if you think that I’ll let you go after that, you’re crazy. Stay with me.”
“Oh, I’m staying, but this is insane, isn’t it?”
“Love and prophecy’s are rarely rational.”
I move toward her, stripping her clothes off as I go. I groan as I lean down and kiss her again. I then drag my tongue down her neck to her chest. I pull one than the other nipple into my mouth, sucking and biting them. She writhes and moans under me. I continue to lick my way down her belly to her slit. I drag my tongue through her folds before spearing it inside of her. She tastes like candy With my tongue, I mimic what my cock is about to do to her.
“Frost, please. I need…”
“Tell me what you need,” I say, moving back up her body to kiss her again. She moans when she tastes herself.
“You. I need you,” she says, kissing me again. I spread her thighs as wide as they will go and grip my cock. I stroke it a few times while looking down at her. I drag my cock up and down her tiny slit, getting it wet with her delicious cream until I am dripping with it. I force myself to calm the fuck down because if I don’t this will be over before it gets good. And it’s going to be so good.
“You’re so fucking gorgeous, princess.” I line my cock up with her open and slam into her, hard and fast. I rip through her cherry at the same time she gasps and tightens her hands around my forearms. She’s so fucking tight. I’m about to lose my mind. “Fuck. It’s so good. So tight.,” I say through clenched teeth. This is it. This little pussy is where I live now. “You are my first, my only.”