Page 27 of Elven Kisses & Winter Wishes

I watch, transfixed, as the stars form images—two figures intertwined, surrounded by swirling magic. The vision shifts, showing scenes I can barely comprehend before they change again. Through it all, our bodies move together, magic building between us like a gathering storm.

The room fills with our combined power, golden light mixing with silver until it’s impossible to tell them apart. Each touch brings new sensations—frost melting against fire, winter meeting summer in perfect harmony. The pleasure builds higher, stronger, until I think I might shatter from the intensity. When we come simultaneously, the light show flares like the Big Bang, so bright I have to close my eyelids and look away even as pleasure consumes me.

Afterward, we lie tangled together, our breathing slowly returning to normal. Frost traces patterns on my skin, leaving little trails of frost that quickly melt away.

“I never... That was...” I trail off, unable to find words adequate to describe the experience.

Frost chuckles softly. “Magic?”

I laugh, snuggling closer to him. “That’ll do, but somehow, it’s still not a strong enough descriptor.”

He nods before we lie in comfortable silence for a while, basking in the afterglow. The events of the past few days swirl through my mind—discovering magic, saving Evershift Haven,and now, this connection with Frost. It’s all so overwhelming, yet it feels right.

“Frost?” I say softly.

“Hmm?”

I prop myself up on one elbow. “I can see myself being very happy here.”

His expression brightens with joy. “Really?”

I nod, a smile spreading across my face. “Really. This place, this magic, you... It all feels like home somehow. Like I’ve found a part of myself I never knew was missing.”

Frost pulls me closer, pressing a kiss to my forehead. “I’m so glad to hear that. I’ve waited centuries for you.”

“Centuries,” I say, tracing the line of his jaw. “I still can’t wrap my head around how old you are.”

He grins mischievously. “Age is just a number when you’re magical, as you’ll discover. I expect you’ll stop aging now that your magic has awakened, and you’re in Evershift Haven. Don’t worry about being with an older man though—I promise, I’ve got the energy of someone much younger.” He winks.

I laugh, swatting his chest playfully. “I don’t doubt that for a second.”

We fall into comfortable silence once more, the enchanted ceiling above us now showing a peaceful forest scene. Moonlight filters through the leaves, casting dappled shadows across the bed.

“So,” I say after a while, “What happens now?”

Frost props himself up, looking down at me with a mixture of excitement and tenderness. “Now, we start your magical education in earnest. There’s so much for you to learn, and so many wonders to explore, and I’ll be right here beside you every step of the way.”

The prospect sends a thrill through me. “I can’t wait.”

Frost’s eyes twinkle with mischief. “First, how about another lesson in fae magic and consummation energy?”

I grin, pulling him down for another kiss. “I thought you’d never ask.”

MUCH LATER, I NESTLEdeeper into Frost’s embrace. The events of the day swirl through my mind—discovering my magic, saving Evershift Haven, and now this incredible connection with Frost. My eyelids grow heavy, and I drift off to sleep, lulled by the steady rhythm of his breathing.

In my dream, I’m in a sun-dappled meadow. Wildflowers of every color imaginable sway in a gentle breeze, their petals shimmering with an otherworldly iridescence. The air is filled with the tinkling laughter of children.

Two small figures dash through the tall grass, their giggles echoing across the field. As they draw closer, my breath catches in my throat. They’re twins—a boy and a girl, no more than five years old. The boy has Frost’s silver-white hair and my warm brown eyes, while the girl sports my dark curls and Frost’s changing eye color. Their skin tone is light brown, and a perfect blend of both of us.

“Mama? Papa?” they call out in unison, racing toward us.

I glance to my left and see Frost standing beside me with joy. He kneels down, arms outstretched to catch the children as they launch themselves at us.

“There are my little snowflakes,” he says, scooping them up and spinning them around. The twins shriek with delight, their laughter like music.

I reach out to touch the girl’s cheek, marveling at the perfect blend of Frost and me in her features. “What are your names, little ones?”

The boy puffs out his chest proudly and answers for her. “I’m Jasper, and this is my sister, Aurora.”

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