Page 16 of Elven Kisses & Winter Wishes

I lose the train of thought when he lifts my thigh to wrap my leg higher around him, opening me more to his cock. He slides the tip through my folds, coating himself in my wetness. I moan softly as he rubs against my clit, sending ripples of pleasure through me.

“Do you want me, Evony?” he asks with desire.

I nod eagerly. “Yes, Frost. I want you.”

He grins, positioning himself at my entrance. “Then take me.”

With those words, he pushes into me slowly, allowing me to adjust to his size. I gasp as he stretches me open, filling me completely. It’s almost overwhelming, but in a delicious way. I’ve never felt so full before, and I love it.

As he bottoms out, I let out a long sigh of satisfaction. “You feel amazing.”

He chuckles. “So do you.”

We stay like that for a moment, savoring the connection between us. Then he begins to move, thrusting in and out of me with slow, deliberate strokes. My body responds instantly, arching toward him as I seek more friction. He obliges, picking up the pace until he’s pounding into me with wild abandon. I cling to him, riding the waves of ecstasy that wash over me with every thrust. It feels incredible, and I never want it to end.

Where he was once cool and aloof, he burns now. He’s still icy in a magical way, but it’s the kind of ice that feels warm to the touch, not cold. As he fucks me, I feel like I’m melting into him, becoming part of him. It’s both terrifying and exhilarating, and I can’t get enough.

I dig my nails into his back, urging him on. “Harder,” I beg. “Please, Frost. More.”

He growls, gripping my hips tightly as he slams into me. The force of his thrusts sends shock-waves through my entire body, and I cry out in pleasure. I’m so close to the edge, teetering on the brink of oblivion. All it takes is one final push to send me tumbling over the precipice into blissful release as I sag back against the bubble wall.

Frost follows soon after, burying himself deep inside me as he comes with a roar. We collapse together against the bubble wall, panting and spent. For a few moments, there’s only silence as we catch our breath.

Then Frost speaks. “Evony...”

I turn to face him, unable to hide the smile on my face. “Yes?”

His expression is serious, but there’s a glimmer of amusement in his eyes. “That was...unexpected.”

I laugh softly. “It certainly was.”

He pauses, considering his next words carefully. “Would you be amenable to doing it again sometime?”

My grin widens. “Absolutely.”

He gives me a satisfied smirk.

As the afterglow fades, a thought occurs to me. I prop myself on one elbow against the bubble wall. “Can elves and humans... I mean, is it possible for them to...”

He seems to understand my unfinished question. “To conceive? Yes, it’s possible. Though rare.”

I think about Grizelda, so ill from her magical pregnancy. “And would it be dangerous? Like with Grizelda?”

He shakes his head. “Grizelda’s situation is unique. A witch carrying a child who is half mountain troll is far more magically taxing than an elf-human pregnancy would be.”

His words make me pause, and I realize my ears are tingling again. I reach up to touch them. To my shock, they feel longer and even pointier than before. “Frost,” I say, my voice shaking slightly, “I think Paulie might have been right about my heritage.”

He sits up, examining my ears with a mixture of surprise and wonder. “It appears the parrot was more perceptive than we gave him credit for. I believe you may indeed have elven ancestry.”

I stare at him, my mind reeling with the implications. “But what does this mean? For me? For us?”

Frost takes my hand, intertwining our fingers. “It means your adventure in Evershift Haven is only just beginning.”

I gaze at him, my heart still racing from our intimate encounter. The iridescent bubble surrounding us pulses with magical energy, a constant reminder of our predicament. “Weneed to figure out how to get out of here,” I say, running my fingers through my tousled locks.

He nods, his silver-white braid disheveled now. “You’re right. There must be another riddle or puzzle to solve.”

We examine the bubble’s surface, searching for clues. As my hand brushes against it, I notice a faint shimmer. Leaning closer, I see words etched in glowing script.

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