93- The Fire Beneath the Snow
POV Lunara Grimwald:
I dug my nails into his hard shoulders and leaned closer to him.
“Is this the moment you show me just how hot you can make me?” I murmured.
I had no idea whether he still wanted me near him or if he’d leave me—abandon me there in the lake, the same way he had in the forest when he found me after my failed attempt to escape.
There was only one thing I was sure of: I wanted him.
Bringing up Catalina’s name after what he’d just shared might not have been the best idea, but I needed answers, I needed to know more—and he had given them to me.
He smiled and tightened his grip on the back of my neck.
“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for you to ask for this,” he growled, sliding his hands down to my ass, fingers digging into my skin as he pulled me onto his lap. “So perfect,” he breathed, dragging his lips to mine.
The kiss was urgent, deep, possessive—a collision of tongues and teeth. His breath tasted of țuică, a mix of cherry and alcohol.
He groaned, and I gasped against his mouth, unable to pull away as we devoured each other, desperate, as if our lives depended on the contact.
I wrapped my legs around his waist. The tip of his hard cock brushed against my clit, and I ground against him, moving faster, giving in to the pleasure.
A growl rumbled from his chest. He reached down between us, guided himself, and thrust into me in a single motion.
I blinked, tears stinging behind my eyes at the sudden intrusion. I was wet and ready, but he was too big.
He lowered his mouth to my neck, scattering kisses along my skin until he reached my breasts. He sucked one nipple into his mouth, circling it with his tongue as he stayed still, waiting for my body to adjust to him—to the way he filled me.
“Edric,” I breathed, his name a plea as I threw my head back and closed my eyes.
He moved, pulling out before sliding back in again, slow and deliberate, savoring the sensation of being inside me—of possessing me.
“Perfect…” he whispered, his hot breath spilling over my breast. I trembled, shivering all over.
I opened my eyes and looked up at the sky. The moon reflected across the water, turning it into a great silver mirror. Thick clouds drifted around it.
A single ice crystal fell through the night, dancing as it descended, landing softly on my forehead. Then another, and another, until snowflakes began to fall in earnest, blanketing everything in white.
It was beautiful—magical.
Edric thrust into me in a steady rhythm. The water bubbled where our bodies met, rippling outward in small waves. I clung to him, my moans echoing into the cold air, mingling with the howl of the wind.
I felt every inch of him filling me. Each time he went deep, he struck a spot that made me see stars—stars that burned behind my eyelids even though they weren’t shining above us that night.
“You look so damn beautiful when you’re being fucked,” he whispered.
My gaze snapped to his. He looked at me with something like fascination. The gold shimmered in his irises, but he was in control. It wasn’t the beast I was with—it was the man.
I bit my lower lip so hard the skin split and a bead of blood welled up. He leaned in, licking the red droplet away, healing the wound as he savored my taste.
“Delicious,” he growled.
His hands clamped around my waist, holding me still as my body bounced with each powerful thrust. He kept me there, driving harder, faster—rough and unrelenting.
“God…” I gasped, curling my fingers into his silky hair, feeling the soft curls wrap around them.
Snow kept falling around us, covering our clothes on the shore, blanketing the earth in a pure white sheet.
Edric drove into me deeply, holding me tight—so close it felt like he was trying to fuse us together, to make us one.
I looked at him, losing myself in the blue of his eyes. His brown hair was dusted with snowflakes, making him even more breathtaking than before.
And then I felt it.
Something strange. A new feeling—like a spark flickering to life, growing, swelling, until it exploded into a burning connection. I stared into my reflection within his dark pupils and saw myself through his eyes.
It wasn’t sex or lust or raw desire that consumed us—it was something simpler, purer.
He felt it too. I saw it in the way he gasped, lips parting, eyes widening in surprise.
It was too intense. A shiver ran down my spine, leaving me dizzy and breathless.
I couldn’t look away from him. Our bodies kept moving together, perfectly synchronized.
I felt his cock stretching me, claiming me, while my muscles tightened around him.
Even though snow fell thick and the air was cold, he had kept his promise. I was warm—burning, as if the summer sun itself had found me.
“Edric,” I whispered, his name escaping me again, as if I needed to say it—to taste it.
He groaned, matching every pulse of my body, every tremor, every sound.
I looked down, trying to see us through the water, but it was too dark.
I threw my head back and dug my nails into his arms, catching the sharp scent of his blood. It healed almost instantly, in the span of a blink.
He was absolute—a true alpha.
I couldn’t take it anymore. It was too much. Every sensation, every touch, every thrust—it was all too intense, as if I were standing at the very peak of the purest pleasure imaginable.