Page 54 of Jilted By Jack Frost

He lays me down with a reverence that makes my chest tighten, his gaze never leaving mine as he begins to remove his suit. Each piece of clothing he discards reveals more of the sculpted physique that’s as much a part of winter as the snowflakes that fall outside our window.

I reach out as he stands before me wearing only his trousers, but he shakes his head, a wicked smile playing on his lips.

“Let me,” he says, his hands deftly working at the fastenings of my gown. The fabric parts under his touch, baring my skin to the chill air. I gasp as the cold meets my heated flesh, goosebumps rising in its wake.

Jack leans down, his mouth following the trail of his fingers, each kiss leaving behind a tingling sensation that’s both cool and fiery.

His hands slide up my thighs, pushing the fabric of my gown aside, and I’m helpless to do anything but let him. The cool air is replaced by the warmth of his breath, and I can’t suppress the moan that escapes my lips as his tongue finds me.

My body trembles under his touch, caught between the burning warmth of his tongue and the frost-laden magic flowing from his lips.

He knows exactly how to use his powers, switching between scalding heat and arctic chill until I’m writhing beneath him. My fingers tangle in his silver hair as waves of pleasure crash through me, each stroke of his tongue sending sparks of electricity racing along my nerves.

When he hums against my flesh, the vibration combined with his alternating temperatures makes my thighs quiver and my back arch off the bed.

I’m panting now, my fingers tangled in his frosted white hair, holding him to me as the first waves of my orgasm build. Jack’s magic pulses around us, the air crackling with energy as he brings me closer and closer to the edge.

And then, with a final, dizzying flick of his tongue, I’m falling, my body convulsing with the force of my release. The room around us brightens with a soft, ethereal glow, our combined magic reacting to the intensity of our connection.

As I ride out the aftershocks, Jack moves over me, his eyes dark with desire.

“You are my everything.” His words pulse through our bond, and I can feel that he means it, with every fiber of his being.

I pull him down to me, our lips meeting in a kiss that’s both a promise and a plea. I need him inside me, need to feel that completeness that only would come when we’re joined together.

“Make love to me, Jack,” I murmur against his mouth. “Show me the depth of winter’s heart.”

Jack’s eyes darken to a deep cobalt and his expression softens, a warmth spreading through his usually icy demeanor that ignites something deep inside me. He keeps his hands on my body as we stand from the bed, guiding me toward the window seat where moonlight spills across plush cushions.

“You’re sure?” he whispers against my lips, his breath hot and trembling with raw desire.

“I’ve never been more certain of anything,” I tell him, my fingers threading through his hair as I pull him down into a kiss that burns with urgency.

My arms lock around his neck, and I rise onto my toes, pressing my body flush against his. His mouth tastes like the heart of winter—sharp and pure, like crystalline air just before a snowfall. Each breath he takes seems to steal oxygen from my lungs, leaving me dizzy and desperate, wanting nothing more than to be consumed by him completely.

“Violet,” he groans as I nip at his bottom lip. His hands slide down to grip my hips, lifting me onto the cushioned seat. I part my thighs so he can step between them, our bodies fitting together perfectly.

“Touch me,” I beg, arching into him as his hands roam over my skin with reverent possession. His mouth blazes a path of kisses down my throat, each press of his lips sending sparks of pleasure coursing through me.

“Please, Jack. I need you.”

“You have me,” he vows between kisses. “All of me.”

His fingers dig into my hips as I grind against him, needing to feel every inch of his body against mine. My breasts press into his chest, nipples hardening at the friction. I moan into his mouth as his tongue explores mine, tasting and teasing.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” I gasp as his mouth trails down my neck, teeth grazing my sensitive skin.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs, his warm breath ghosting over my skin.

I run my fingers through his hair, gripping tight as his mouth continues to explore my body.

“I love you,” I whisper.

He closeshis eyes at my words, a shudder running through him. “You make me feel,” he says, his voice rough. “Things I swore I’d never feel again.”

I stroke his cheek, gently urging him to look at me. “Let me show you what it’s like to love and be loved in return.”

His eyes open, a swirl of emotions in their icy depths. He searches my face as if he’s afraid to hope, and then, slowly, a smile breaks across his face. It’s a smile that transforms him, softening his features and making him look younger, almost vulnerable.

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