Her blood screamed in her veins. Her body wept. Every nerve ending stood on end. She clutched him with her pussy, demanding, pulling him deeper instinctively. He pulled back and drove in again, lifting her with the thrust, grinding his pelvis against her throbbing clit.
She ached inside. Her muscles rippled with trembling pleasure.
He rocked into her in a driving motion, like a piston, her cunt tightening harder and harder on his engorged shaft. Every fiber burned. Her pussy screamed for release, clamping down on him, devouring each thrust and begging for more.
He pushed her until she parted, crushed her beneath him. Her thighs stretched with each movement, bordering on a pain all their own that only heightened the driving of his cock inside her. Her swollen nub pulsed, abraded by his groin, until it swelled with the beat of rushing, pumping blood.
Frost tore his mouth from her kiss, scored her throat with lips and teeth, pumping with abandon, driving the fire of her blood higher.
The lines of his markings touched her own, merging. She felt them heat along her skin, flow like water, moving, growing hotter and hotter until it almost burned. It ravaged her nipples like a hot mouth, moved down her belly, straight to her core.
His hips jerked against her as the fire and ice of their joining merged, became a lava that melted away the last of her resistance.
His cock swelled inside her. His seed exploded into her depths as her core pulsed with the mind numbing fire of her climax. Her orgasm tore through her, rapturous, throbbing to the beat of her heart.
Frost's guttural cry echoed her own. She screamed as her muscles contracted with near pain, riding the shuddering bliss until she was sobbing in exhaustion.
Her feet dropped, enveloping him between her thighs in comfort.
Long moments passed in sweet agony. He moved, freed his cock from her depths with an erotically wet sound. Her body protested but acquiesced.
He kissed her, his lips soft and coaxing, making her want more. It felt sorrowful somehow, out of place. Like a kiss good-bye.
Darcy opened her eyes as he lifted off her.
"You were supposed to keep your eyes closed,” he said, without heat.
She sat up, covering her breasts with one arm. She flinched as her sore bottom and cleft took her full weight. “Why, so I couldn't see you leave?"
His eyes flashed with anger. “I release you from our binding. No one need ever know—no one cares. They all think you are dead ... at least to our kind."
The bitterness in his voice, his words, hurt, even if it was true. She suddenly didn't want to accept it. She shouldn't have to sacrifice the only person she ever wanted to be with.
He bent and retrieved his fallen clothing.
"You're leaving me then? Why? Why did you come at all?” she asked, trying to keep her misery out of her voice. He didn't turn around as he dressed. She watched the play of his muscles, the dwindling glow of his markings, and knew that she would never know their touch again.
"Because I'm a fool, to this day, I remain one. Why should you care if I leave? It's what you wanted. What you ... always wanted.” He walked toward the gate, his voice low and mournful.
No! Not like this. So cold and unfeeling. This couldn't be the last time she'd ever see him. She'd done what he wanted and still it wasn't enough.
"Don't go!” she cried, standing. Her knees gave out, weakened from the energy sap of their joining. They ached as she struck the ground. She ignored the bite of pain. “You can't leave me. I ... want you, Frost."
He stopped. His shoulders shook as though she'd struck him a mortal blow. “It's too late for that,” he said, his voice cracking with emotion.
"I've always wanted you, Frost. I couldn't make myself say it before. I was too proud, too childish and stupid."
He faced her, pain etched across his features, dimming the light in his eyes. “Why do you do this? You've had your pleasure. There can be no more."
"There never will be if I lose you.” She stood slowly, walking to him.
He closed his eyes, in agony. “What are you saying?"
"Open your eyes, Frost,” she murmured, stopping before him, cupping his jaw in her palms. He looked down at her. The anger was gone, leaving him strangely unprotected, open to her. She could destroy him now, if that was her desire.
"I love you. I always have. There is no life for me without you."
A ragged cry escaped from his throat as he wrapped his arms around her and brought his lips to hers. She opened for him, soft and sweet, the bloom of love shimmering between them in a warm haze that glowed on their skin.
He pulled back, kissing her closed lids, the corners of her mouth. She looked up at him, felt her breast swell with emotion.
"You thawed the ice of my heart long ago, Darcioney. I don't care about ruling if I can't have you by my side. Understand that. Nothing else matters. My life means nothing if I don't have you."
He kissed her again, and she felt this time, the elder counsel had been correct. She was meant to restore her dark prince's kingdom ... through love.
The End
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