wanted only to feel his lips on mine, and give myself in to that ecstasy.
Kian held me tighter, and I leaned into his embrace, feeling his cold, steely power running through me – a terrible chill that coursed through my veins and yet did not hurt me, even as I felt the full force of its magic. “I want to feel you, Breena. Just let me hold you, please. Let me feel you in my arms once again. I want to savor this. I want to feel this!”
I ran my fingers over Kian's face and body – over the scars on his arms, the wounds on his cheeks and forehead. As my fingers touched each aggrieved spot, I could see a small orange-blue glow that restored his wounds to their former health. Once, I had heard that fairies could only heal their own kind. And now I was healing Kian – my Winter magic connecting with his. We were one, after all.
But as I looked into his eyes, lined with dark circles, I knew the psychological wounds would be harder to heal. The anguish we both shared at the loss of the Peace Treaty, the love that we felt for our fellow countrymen, the pain we had suffered – this would take time to get better. I touched his face with my hand, and he leaned into my hand, caressing it with his cheeks. Then he turned his face so that he can lay a kiss into my palm.
I closed my eyes. I wanted nothing more than to take away his pain, to show him how much I loved him. But as I sank down to the ground with Kian, kissing him harder than I'd ever kissed him before, I knew that the path before us was clear. We were together now. After all the misunderstandings, all the sadness, we were together now.
And we had tonight.
Kian held my face in his hands and began kissing me first with his lips. Soft kisses on my top lip and then my lower. His tongue urged my mouth to open wider, and swirled around mine teasing and tantalizingly so until I felt my entire body heated up into a fireball of desire. I kissed him back, nibbling on his bottom lip, tasting him. As I devoured his mouth, he drew me closer and our lips met in a deep soul-searing kiss.
We broke away for just an instant, and he was smiling, his eyes shining. “Now that you’re of winter fey,” he said, “your kiss can take my breath away, Bree, not that you haven’t before, but now we can give each other frost kisses.”
I laughed, and then he pulled me in for a kiss, his eyes hooded in desire. His mouth covered mine, and I felt his tongue again against mine, soft and searing, tasting me delicately and with fervor. When I couldn’t take the heat of his kisses much longer, he blew frosty cool air into my mouth until I felt my spine chill and my lungs freeze, and then he was sucking the warm air out of my breath until we were breathing as one. Hot and cold, summer and winter.
Now blow your breath into me, Breena. Cool air first.
I blew cold air into his mouth as he inhaled my breath and felt him gulp. Then he blew cold air into me, causing me to gasp for air. The sensation was electrifying and the coolness of his breath seeped through every pore of my body, making me shiver with cold and anticipation.
Hot, Breena. I want to feel the heat of your breath…of Summer, of life.
I blew warm hot air into Kian’s mouth, causing him to tense up, feeling flush. He gripped me tighter, and we were rolling on the ground, consumed with our passion for each other. And as our kisses grew more heated, and the protecting flames around us shielded us from any view, we gave ourselves over to that long-held desire, and allowed our love to at last take hold of us both.
By the time we opened our eyes again, the sun was coming up over the mountainside, and it was nearly morning.
Chapter 8
I woke up to feel a strong arm wrapped around my waist, holding me tightly. Could it be? Or had it all been a dream? No – the reality was more blissful, more beautiful than that! I rolled into Kian's chest, as strong and well-defined as marble, placing my hands all over his body, reminding
Kian held me tighter, and I leaned into his embrace, feeling his cold, steely power running through me – a terrible chill that coursed through my veins and yet did not hurt me, even as I felt the full force of its magic. “I want to feel you, Breena. Just let me hold you, please. Let me feel you in my arms once again. I want to savor this. I want to feel this!”
I ran my fingers over Kian's face and body – over the scars on his arms, the wounds on his cheeks and forehead. As my fingers touched each aggrieved spot, I could see a small orange-blue glow that restored his wounds to their former health. Once, I had heard that fairies could only heal their own kind. And now I was healing Kian – my Winter magic connecting with his. We were one, after all.
But as I looked into his eyes, lined with dark circles, I knew the psychological wounds would be harder to heal. The anguish we both shared at the loss of the Peace Treaty, the love that we felt for our fellow countrymen, the pain we had suffered – this would take time to get better. I touched his face with my hand, and he leaned into my hand, caressing it with his cheeks. Then he turned his face so that he can lay a kiss into my palm.
I closed my eyes. I wanted nothing more than to take away his pain, to show him how much I loved him. But as I sank down to the ground with Kian, kissing him harder than I'd ever kissed him before, I knew that the path before us was clear. We were together now. After all the misunderstandings, all the sadness, we were together now.
And we had tonight.
Kian held my face in his hands and began kissing me first with his lips. Soft kisses on my top lip and then my lower. His tongue urged my mouth to open wider, and swirled around mine teasing and tantalizingly so until I felt my entire body heated up into a fireball of desire. I kissed him back, nibbling on his bottom lip, tasting him. As I devoured his mouth, he drew me closer and our lips met in a deep soul-searing kiss.
We broke away for just an instant, and he was smiling, his eyes shining. “Now that you’re of winter fey,” he said, “your kiss can take my breath away, Bree, not that you haven’t before, but now we can give each other frost kisses.”
I laughed, and then he pulled me in for a kiss, his eyes hooded in desire. His mouth covered mine, and I felt his tongue again against mine, soft and searing, tasting me delicately and with fervor. When I couldn’t take the heat of his kisses much longer, he blew frosty cool air into my mouth until I felt my spine chill and my lungs freeze, and then he was sucking the warm air out of my breath until we were breathing as one. Hot and cold, summer and winter.
Now blow your breath into me, Breena. Cool air first.
I blew cold air into his mouth as he inhaled my breath and felt him gulp. Then he blew cold air into me, causing me to gasp for air. The sensation was electrifying and the coolness of his breath seeped through every pore of my body, making me shiver with cold and anticipation.
Hot, Breena. I want to feel the heat of your breath…of Summer, of life.
I blew warm hot air into Kian’s mouth, causing him to tense up, feeling flush. He gripped me tighter, and we were rolling on the ground, consumed with our passion for each other. And as our kisses grew more heated, and the protecting flames around us shielded us from any view, we gave ourselves over to that long-held desire, and allowed our love to at last take hold of us both.
By the time we opened our eyes again, the sun was coming up over the mountainside, and it was nearly morning.
Chapter 8
I woke up to feel a strong arm wrapped around my waist, holding me tightly. Could it be? Or had it all been a dream? No – the reality was more blissful, more beautiful than that! I rolled into Kian's chest, as strong and well-defined as marble, placing my hands all over his body, reminding
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