Page 56 of Jilted By Jack Frost

My hands slide down his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart beneath my palms.

How did I ever think him cold?

“My mate,” he whispers against my throat, his breath making me arch up against him. “My queen.”

I thread my fingers through his hair, holding him to me as my hips continue their slow, sensuous dance.

“I want you,” I breathe, my voice laced with need.

“I’m yours,” he says, his voice a low growl. “Always.”

I grind against him, feeling his still rock-hard cock pressing against my clit. I’m already wet, already aching for him, and I can’t wait any longer. I reach between us, positioning him at my entrance before I sink down onto him.

We both moan as he fills me completely, his massive cock stretching me in the most delicious way. The unique texture of his shaft sends jolts of pleasure through my core. It’s smooth and cool, like polished ice, with raised frostpatterns that swirl and pulse against my walls. I wrap my legs around his hips, drawing him closer, gasping at how deep he reaches.

I start to move, riding him with slow, deliberate strokes that quickly build into a frenzied pace. The temperature of his cock fluctuates with his passion—cooling then heating, driving me wild with the contrasting sensations.

He meets me thrust for thrust, his hands gripping my hips tightly as we chase our climax together. His size and power overwhelm my senses—he’s larger than any mortal man, filling me completely.

Each powerful snap of his hips sends a new wave of magic through the room, ice crystals dancing in the air like stars. The frost patterns on his body glow brilliantly now, matching the intensity building between us.

I pant, grinding down harder onto his thick length. The cool ridges of frost stimulate spots inside me I didn’t know existed.

“Jack,” I breathe, my head falling back as he sets a steady rhythm. “Fuck, you feel amazing.” Every movement feels like perfection, like pieces of a puzzle finally clicking into place.

The world around us fades away, leaving only the two of us and the raw, intense connection that’s threatening to consume us both. I can feel the tension coiling low in my belly, each stroke bringing me closer and closer to the edge.

“Come for me, Violet,” he whispers, his voice rough with need. “Let go. I’ve got you.”

With his words echoing in my ears, I do. I shatter around him, my body convulsing with the force of myorgasm. He follows me over the edge, his own release triggering a second wave of pleasure that leaves me boneless and sated in his arms.

A tingling sensation spreads across my skin where Jack touches me. Delicate patterns of frost bloom and spiral outward, like ice crystals forming on a winter window. The intricate designs glitter in the light, spreading up my arm and across my chest.

My breath catches as I watch golden lines emerge on Jack’s pale blue skin in response—they pulse and glow like molten metal, tracing ancient symbols I don’t understand.

The magic pulses between us, hot and cold, light and dark, until I can’t tell where my essence ends and his begins.

We are one now, sealed by forces beyond mortal understanding. The bond settles into my bones, into my very being, permanent and unbreakable.

“Fuck,” I whisper, tracing a finger along one of the shimmering patterns. The magic sparks at my touch, sending waves of pleasure through my oversensitive body.

Jack’s eyes darken as he watches the designs complete themselves across our skin. “Now you understand. There’s no going back.”

His forehead presses against mine, our breaths mingling in the space between us. I can feel his power pulsing through my veins, mixing with my own in ways that make the very air around us sing.

The frost flowers on the side table burst into bloom, their petals dancing in rhythm with our bodies, and the walls come alive with intricate designs, glowing like the fire burning within me.

So, the prophecy was right.I think through the haze of pleasure.Not destruction, but creation—a balance.I grin, feeling the power of our connection.

And damn, is it hot.

Chapter twenty-three

Jack

The dungeons beneath my castle hold memories I’d rather forget.

Each step down the frost-covered stairs echoes with the weight of centuries of isolation and betrayal. The magical barriers shimmer with an opalescent glow, containing my brother’s considerable power.

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