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)
“Yes, Frost. I need it. I need you.” His eyes close, and his head drops before he looks at me again.
“You will always have me, baby. I am never going anywhere. Our families be damned.'' He removes the sheet that is covering me and licks his lips. You are luminous.” his tongue peeks out and takes a swipe of my nipple, and I moan, lifting my back off the bed and pushing it further into his mouth. “Roll over,” he growls, ripping everything off the bed. I must not be moving fast enough for him. He lifts me himself, pulls me to my knees, and kneels behind me.
“Frost!” His name comes out like a question, but I trust him more than anything. I am merely too turned on to say anything else.
He pushes my back forward. My legs open and he enters me brutally. “Say it again, princess. Say my name. Scream the name of the man who will be King! Your King and owner of this cunt and heart.” The sound of our mating and his growl of ownership is filling me with a warm glow. My body is not mine right now. It is his.
“Frost. Fuck.'' The messy, wet slapping sounds are music to my ears. I open my eyes to look at him and turn my head. In my mind, I know something is wrong, because the bright blaze engulfing us in its shadow is alarming, but right now, with him inside of me, I can’t care enough.
“Yes, princess. Do you feel the heat, the evidence of how much we are made for one another? Jesus, your pussy is on fire.” He bites my shoulder, continuing to rut into me from behind like a wolf. When his teeth sink into me, I squeeze my pussy, so close to passing out I can't say anything. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. You are gushing all over my cock. God, I can’t hold it in. It's just so good,” he grunts. His movements speed up, and suddenly, the smell of smoke fills my lungs,
“Frost, I think..” I am trying to find the words, but my body is still being taken, and the lust is all-consuming, but seriously, we need to stop. “Frost, the fire.”
“I know, baby. I am sweating, and it's glorious.” I begin to buck, trying to get his attention, and then the door bursts open, and suddenly, the chill is back.
CHAPTER
TEN
FROST
Using my body to cover my girl, I turn to find my dad standing in the doorway. It’s also the first time that I notice the entire room has gone up in flames. For some reason, I don’t panic. I know this fire can’t hurt us.
“Dad? What are you doing here? Get the hell out.”
“Boy, what do you think you are doing? You’re embarrassing your family, not to mention your fiancée. Get dressed, pay the girl, and get home now.”
“Excuse me?” Elise says, peering around my arm. “Your majesty.”
“You’ve got to be kidding me, Frost.”
“I’m not marrying Lavender. End of story.”
“Get dressed, you too, Princess Elise. Your parents are looking for you as well. I believe you have a fiancé of your own waiting on you as well.” What. The. Fuck.
“Dad, leave us,” I say, my voice deadly quiet.
He sighs and blows out the fire that is taking over the cabin.
“Be at the palace in ten minutes. This ends now.”
He leaves, and I finally pull out of her, even though I don’t want to.
“You have a fiancé?” I ask, my voice still deadly.
“No. I have no idea who he means. My mother told me I needed to marry, but she didn’t specify anyone.”
“You’re mine, Elise. Your virgin blood stains my cock; my mark is on your skin,” I say, tracing my fingers over the ice burn on her arm. “You belong to me. I won’t give you up. I’ll burn down both of our legacies just to have you. Don’t test me on this.”
“I won’t. I’m yours.” She traces her fingers over the mark she left on my skin. The combustibility between us rises again, but I push it down. We don’t have time for this.
“Go ahead and get dressed, Princess. We need to declare ourselves to our families.”
“Fine. I don’t want to leave this place. I don’t want to face reality.”
“We must, but it’ll be so much better when we do.” I lean down and kiss her before letting her up. We dress in silence and walk hand in hand through the woods back to the palace.
Once inside, a footman directs us to the Formal Salon. I am surprised by the number of people in the room. Her fingers tighten around mine. I squeeze her back to reassure her that I am in this forever. Looking around the room, I see my parents, my brothers, and my sister. I see Lavender and her parents. I see Prince Dorian of West Donalton. He must be who Elise’s parents had in mind for her.