Page 58 of Jilted By Jack Frost

The barrier between us crackles with his power, but I don’t move away. I see now what Violet would see—not an enemy to be destroyed, but a wounded soul desperate for acceptance.

“I forgive you, Gabriel.” The words feel strange on my tongue, but right. “When you’re ready to accept that, I’ll be here.”

His response is a blast of ice magic against the barrier, but I notice his hands trembling.

Chapter twenty-four

Violet

Ireally should get used to waking up to the sight of frost patterns dancing across the ceiling.My fingers trace lazy circles on Jack’s bare chest as we lay tangled in silky sheets, watching the morning light filter through the crystalline windows.

“You’re staring at me again.” Jack’s deep voice rumbles beneath my palm.

“Just admiring my work.” I trace a line of bite marks along his collarbone, evidence of last night’s activities. “You wear my marks well, my Lord Winter.”

His hand captures mine, bringing it to his lips. “As you wear mine, my love.”

The silvery mark on my arm pulses with warmth at his touch. It’s been three days since our wedding, andeach morning I discover new aspects of our bond. Like how his magic responds to my emotions, creating delicate ice sculptures when I’m happy or sharp icicles when I’m frustrated.

“The council meeting isn’t for hours,” Jack murmurs against my skin. His lips trail down my neck, and frost blooms wherever he touches. “Perhaps we could—”

I silence him with a kiss, sliding on top of him, feeling the firm contours of his body align with mine. Magic crackles between us, his winter powers merging with my healing energy in a familiar dance. The temperature drops as desire builds, ice crystals forming in the air around us, a response to the intensity of our connection.

“Fuck the council meeting,” I murmur against his lips, my hands exploring the planes of his chest, relishing how his careful control slips and frost spreads across the sheets.

“Such language from my Lady.” His voice is a low rumble, but his eyes darken with lust, hands gripping my hips with an urgency that sends a thrill through me.

I can feel the hard length of him pressing against me, insistent and demanding. My own body responds in kind, aching for him, for the union that our powers are desperately seeking.

“Violet,” he groans, my name a prayer and a curse on his lips as he bucks beneath me.

I reach between us, wrapping my fingers around him, positioning him at my entrance. His cock slides into me, igniting a rush of sensation that’s as overwhelming as it is intoxicating.

The moment he enters me, our powers surge together as we move, the rhythm of our bodies setting a pacethat is both frenzied and deliberate. His hands move to my breasts, teasing my nipples into hard peaks, sending jolts of pleasure straight to my core.

Golden healing light mingles with arctic blue, creating aurora-like waves above us, a celestial show for no one but us. I feel his pleasure echo through our bond, a feedback loop that amplifies my own, every thrust, every gasp, resonating deeper than anything I’ve ever known.

I can feel the rigid control he’s famous for unraveling, thread by thread, as I grind against him, our bodies moving in perfect sync. His fingers dig into my hips, pulling me closer, deeper, as if he can’t get enough.

The friction between us builds, and with each stroke, I’m certain we’re not just fucking—we’re merging, two souls becoming one in a dance as old as time.

The room fills with swirling snow and starlight as we chase our release together, the world outside forgotten. His touch is electric, each caress sending jolts of pleasure coursing through me, stoking the fire within me.

I ride him harder, faster, chasing the crest of the wave that’s building within me, feeling him swell inside me, hitting that sweet spot that has me seeing stars.

“Come for me, my Lady,” he growls, and the command in his voice is my undoing. My orgasm crashes over me, a maelstrom of pleasure that rips a scream from my throat. He follows me over the edge, his cock pulsing inside me as he finds his release, our powers flaring brightly, the room alight with the force of our climax.

We collapse onto the bed, a tangle of limbs, our breaths ragged and our hearts pounding in unison. The magic slowly recedes, leaving us in a warm cocoon, theafterglow making the world outside seem distant and unimportant.

Curled against his chest, I watch the frost patterns he’s creating on my skin.

“I never thought I could have this,” I admit. “This happiness, this sense of belonging.”

“Nor did I.” His fingers trace my spine. “I spent centuries believing love would destroy everything I built. Instead...” Ice flowers bloom around us, their petals catching the light. “Instead, you made it stronger.”

“We made it stronger,” I correct him, pressing a kiss to his jaw. “Together.”

His arms tighten around me, and I feel his smile against my hair. The winter kingdom flourishes under our combined magic—my healing abilities complementing his winter powers in ways neither of us expected. Even those who may have initially doubted me have come to accept that their king’s mate brings balance rather than destruction.

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