Page 24 of A Storm of Fire and Ice

He positioned himself at my entrance and pushed inside with one swift, forceful thrust. I gasped at the fullness, every inch of him stretching me, taking my breath away.

“Helena,” he groaned, his own desire mirrored in the tortured sound as his length drove into my core.

His hips moved with fevered purpose, slamming into me over and over. I met his strokes, matching his intensity, my nails digging into his shoulders.

“Fannar!” I cried out his name, echoing his grunts of pleasure.

“You’re so beautiful,” he groaned, his voice low and husky.

He moved his hips faster, pumping into me harder, causing me to see stars. Our bodies became one, our breathing ragged. He pulled back, watching the disappointment and confusion in my face, before plunging back inside without warning.

“Gods, Helena,” he panted, his voice rough with lust. “You’re so damn tight.”

His hand found my sensitive nub, rubbing it in time with his thrusts, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through my body. I arched into his irresistible touch, my nails carving red marks into his skin.

The world around us seemed to fall away as we lost ourselves in each other, our love manifesting in the raw, primal dance of passion that bound us together. With every stroke, every gasp and moan, we shared not just our bodies, but our hearts and souls, forging an unbreakable connection that transcended time and space.

His hands gripped my rear tightly as he pounded into me, his manhood finding that sweet spot of mine with each powerful thrust.

“Oh, babe!” I cried out breathlessly.

My eyes rolled back in my head, my mouth open in a silent scream. My world became consumed by sensation—the feeling of being taken, owned, and loved.

As the climax approached, the tension between us snapped like a tightly wound coil, sending waves of euphoria crashing through my body. My inner walls clenched around him as he emptied himself into me, milking his shaft until he filled me completely.

He collapsed on top of me, panting heavily, and I clung to him, our bodies shuddering in ecstasy.

Chapter Seven

Gwyneira

Thesun’sraysshonebrightly over the distant mountains as I stepped outside into the crisp morning air. The light breeze was tinged with the scent of dew-kissed grass and fresh flowers. I marveled at the way the Storm Guild kept Haven Academy’s weather consistently pleasant, no matter the time of year. I believed we could do the same at the Storm Castle, but I’d grown to appreciate the dynamic weather of the Storm Kingdom.

Brontes, Fannar, and Helena made their way across the sprawling campus grounds toward the library as I followed behind them. The weight of our mission grew heavier, pressing down on my shoulders with each step. We had to find something, anything, to defeat Obsidia before she could unleash her darkness upon our realm.

I balled my hands into fists, anger swelling within me. I refused to let that witch hurt my friends and family. She wanted me, for whatever twisted prophecy she believed I was part of, as a way to get to Brontes. I wouldn’t let her use me to harm those I loved, especially notmyBrontes.

My heart flared as I stole a glance at Brontes chatting with Helena and Fannar.

As long as I live, Obsidia will never have him.

Since I was her main target, I knew the guys constantly worried about me. I felt like an unbearable burden on them all, even Helena. I vowed to train harder, become stronger, so they would all see that I could protect myself.

I pushed those thoughts away for now, instead taking in everything around me. The sun shined brightly on the bold stone walls of Haven Academy, bathing us in its rays of warmth. Anticipation bubbled up inside me. I’d dreamed of coming here for so long. And now, despite the looming threat, finally being here seemed so surreal.

When we entered the grand library, the sight that greeted us was nothing short of awe-inspiring. Fannar had told me countless stories about the library’s vast collection, but nothing could have prepared me for actually seeing it myself. Crystal chandeliers hanging from the vaulted ceiling cast prismatic rainbows across the marble floors. The massive picture windows let in warm sunlight, bathing the room in gold.

I spun in a slow circle, taking it all in. Towering shelves stretched up into shadowed heights, the faint scent of leather and parchment enveloping me. A boundless universe of knowledge surrounded us, waiting to be explored.

“Wow,” I whispered. “It’s magical!”

Helena guffawed loudly and smiled at me. “I’ve never seen anyone so mesmerized by a bunch of books.”

Brontes gazed down at me with a sweet smile and gently rubbed the small of my back, as if to say he understood the magnitude of this moment for me.

Fannar grinned. “I knew you’d love it. I have something to show you.” He gestured for me to follow.

We wove through the labyrinth of shelves and ladders, our footsteps echoing softly. I counted maybe three students in the building. It was like the entire library had been reserved for us.

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