Then as the last of the ice melts, he replaces his hand with his mouth, the warmth such a contrast to the cold. I arch my hips, gasping, clawing at his back. He laps up the cold water around my nipple before swirling with his tongue and sucking.
Unable to help myself, I shoot a hand between my legs, wishing I could reach for him instead.
His free hand goes to massage my other breast, and I cry out at the cold points of his fingertips. The icy bastard doesn’t even need to make ice—he’s bloody frost itself. But I don’t have time to launch a complaint before his hot mouth replaces the cold.
“Oh fuck, Kel, I hate you. I hate how good this feels, you stupid, icy prick.”
He laughs and sits up, spreading my knees and clasping my wandering hand with his own. Then, with a wave of his palm, soft snow begins to fall, the flakes landing and melting almost instantly on my heated body. I sigh in pleasure at the sensation.
“I have one more thing.” He grins wickedly, then holds up a new object made of ice.
I raise myself on to my forearms. In his hand is a large icicle, but with a rounded tip. I suddenly realize what he means that for. “It’s too big. Kel, that’s—”
“It’ll melt inside of you,” he says plainly.
“Even if it melts a little, that’s still—”
“You’ve had both Farron and Dayton’s cocks.”
I cross my arms. “That’s different. They can’t control the size. This you’re purposely making … monstrous.”
He grins and bites the lobe of my ear. “You’ve seen my cock, Rosalina. You know this barely compares. One day, I will fill you. And it’s best to be prepared.”
Slowly, I let my knees fall to the side, unable to say that his prowling look and his words weren’t making me a little curious.
“All right,” I say. “But I’m telling Day you made an ice dildo, and you’ll have to deal with his reaction. He’ll probably want one for himself.”
“Fair enough.” Keldarion chuckles lightly, propping the cold object at my entrance. “But that is considering you still have a voice tomorrow and have not lost it all screaming.”
“Kel—” His name fades to a moan as he gently slides the ice inside me. The shock of the chill, of the size, has me throwing back my head and writhing. “Oh god!”
His eyes blaze, hand tight around the shaft. “Long have I dreamt of slipping inside you. This will have to do for now.”
I squirm on the object, wishing it were truly him, but euphoria seizes me regardless. He drives it deeper and deeper until I feel his fingertips at my entrance and the most wonderful full sensation.
I grasp his shoulders, pulling his chest against mine. “Say it will be so one day, Kel. Say it because I don’t think I can bear it if it can never be. One day. One day, we’ll be together.”
Salty tears flow down my cheek as he bends to kiss me. “One day, my Rose. One day, I will have you unbound. I will sheathe myself inside you and never leave.” His hand glides up to my stomach. “And I’ll fill you with my seed as many times as it takes.”
The thought has me whimpering with sadness and desire all at once. “Yes, yes. Yes.” My words descend into chaos as he moves the object, slowly at first, letting every cold inch touch my inner walls. But his speed increases as I adjust to the size, and the length of it slides in and out in the most delicious rhythm.
“How are you not …” I gasp, tears streaking down my face. “God, Kel, how am I the only one coming undone? You’ve untethered me from the earth.”
He keeps pumping the icicle in and out, my whole body thrashing. His eyes flash as he growls, “Trust me, it is not without great difficulty. But my will to watch you come in my arms is strong.”
The bed is soaked between us, from the melting ice and my own warmth. He pulls his hand away, the ice dildo diminished. He raises a brow and tosses it to the floor. “I could remake it, but I think I’d rather feel you writhe around my hand.”
With that, he shoves two fingers inside me. “Oh, yes, Kel. Yes.” The heat of his hand compared to the ice has me seizing. I grip his face madly, seeing the passion in his features.
I’m yours. The thought explodes through our bond. It’s so much stronger now that I know his truth. Know why he kept himself away. But this thought has always been there: I’m yours, I’m yours.
He pulls me into a kiss. “My Rose, my love.”
My storm crests in a cascade of pleasure, muscles clenching around his fingers. He softly strokes me through wave after wave of it.