Page 14 of Elven Kisses & Winter Wishes

I turn to face him, suddenly aware of how close we are in this confined space. We touch, and a jolt of electricity runs through me. “So,” I say, trying to keep my voice steady, “I guess we have some time to kill.”

His lips quirk into a small smile. “It appears so. Perhaps we could use this opportunity to...talk?”

I raise an eyebrow. “Talk? About what?”

He takes a deep breath. “About what Paulie said. About the magic within you.”

I shake my head, laughing nervously. “That’s ridiculous. I’m just a normal human. There’s nothing magical about me.”

He reaches out, brushing his cool fingers against my cheek. “I’ve sensed it since the moment we met. There’s something extraordinary about you.”

My heart races at his touch. “How is that possible? My family is completely ordinary.”

He shrugs. “Magic can sometimes skip generations. It’s possible you have magical ancestry of which you’re unaware.”

I lean closer to him, drawn by an invisible force. “And what if it’s true? What does that mean for me?”

His eyes become bright pink as his gaze drops to my lips. “It means you belong in our world, Evony. In Evershift Haven. With...”

He trails off, but I understand what he’s not saying. With him.

I close the distance between us, pressing my lips to his. The kiss is electric, sending sparks of magic coursing through my body. Frost responds with intensity, wrapping his arms around me as he deepens the kiss.

The bubble around us pulses with energy, responding to our connection. Colors swirl in the air, creating a dazzling light show.

When we finally break apart, both breathless, he looks at me with a mixture of desire and uncertainty. “I... I haven’t allowed myself to feel this way in a very long time.”

I smile, running my fingers through his silver-white hair. “Maybe it’s time to start.”

He hesitates for a moment, then pulls me close, capturing my lips in a passionate kiss. The bubble around us glows brighter, enveloping us in a cocoon of light and magic. I lose myself in the sensation, letting go of all doubt and fear.

I weave my hand into the intricate braid confining his hair, loosening a few silvery-white strands in the process. He shudders when I brush my fingertips over his ears. They’re elongated and pointed, and he shivers when I stroke the pointed tips. “Do you like that?” I ask.

His eyelids flutter shut as he nods. “Yes. Very much.”

I continue exploring his sensitive ears, delighting in the sounds he makes as I caress them. He leans into my touch, his breathing growing ragged.

“Are your ears always this sensitive?”

He shakes his head. “No. Only when I’m aroused.”

I grin, feeling bolder. “Let’s see what else we can do to make you even more aroused.”

I move my hands lower, trailing them down his chest and abdomen, longing to feel the skin underneath. He’s wearing a white button-down shirt and a green velvet vest with a green and gold tie. I slowly undo the buttons of his vest before moving on to his shirt. When I get to the last one, I push aside the fabric and gasp at the sight of his bare chest.

He’s muscular and toned, with pale skin that seems to glow in the dim light of the bubble. I trace my fingers over his defined abs, marveling at the smoothness of his skin. He inhales sharply as I explore his body, his muscles tensing under my touch.

“You’re beautiful,” I whisper, leaning forward to press a kiss to his collarbone.

He groans softly, tilting his head back as I trail kisses down his neck and across his chest. “So are you,” he says hoarsely.

I look up at him, smiling mischievously. “Why don’t you show me how beautiful you think I am?”

He doesn’t hesitate, pulling me into another passionate kiss while tugging at the hem of my shirt. We break apart long enough for him to pull it over my head, tossing it aside. He deftly unclasps my bra, freeing my breasts.

He cups them gently, brushing his thumbs over my nipples. I moan, arching into his touch. “Oh, yes.”

He continues teasing my dark nipples until they’re hard peaks, then bends down to take one into his mouth. I cry out, tangling my fingers in his hair as he sucks and licks my sensitive flesh. “More,” I beg. “Please, Frost.”

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