Page 26 of Elven Kisses & Winter Wishes

“This is amazing,” I say after dropping my hand from the nearest wall to turn in a slow circle to take it all in.

“Let me give you the grand tour,” he says, leading me through the living room. “This is where I spend most of my free time.”

A massive fireplace dominates one wall, its mantle adorned with intricate ice sculptures that don’t seem to melt. Bookshelves line another wall, filled with tomes both ancient and modern.

“The kitchen,” he says, gesturing to an open space, where copper pots hang from the ceiling, and a large island stands in the center. “I’m not much of a cook, but the appliances are enchanted to follow recipes perfectly.”

We move upstairs, where Frost shows me a guest room and his study. Finally, we reach the master bedroom. It’s a large, circular space that forms the center of the poinsettia. The domed ceiling is enchanted to show the night sky, stars twinkling above us.

“And this is my room,” he says softly, looking at me.

The air between us suddenly feels charged with electricity. I take a step closer to him, drawn by an irresistible force. “It’s beautiful,” I whisper.

Frost’s hand comes up to cup my cheek. “Not as beautiful as you.”

Our lips meet, and it’s like fireworks exploding behind my eyelids. I feel our magic intertwining, creating something new and beautiful. Frost’s arms wrap around me, pulling me closer, and I melt into his embrace.

“We should slow down,” I whisper against Frost’s lips, but my fingers are already working at his shirt buttons.

“Should we?” His voice is husky as he walks me backward toward the bed, scattering kisses along my neck. My sweater drops to the floor, followed by his shirt. Each step leaves a new piece of clothing behind like breadcrumbs.

When my fingers trace his chest, his skin is deliciously cool, making me gasp. “You’re so cold.”

“And you’re burning up.” He traces my collarbone, leaving a path of sparks that makes me shiver. “So beautiful,” he murmurs, mapping my body as if for the first time. His touch is delicate, purposeful—featherlight caresses that leave trails of tingling magic skittering across my skin.

When we come together, stars explode behind my eyes. Our magic weaves together, gold and silver strands braiding in the air around us, amplifying every caress, every sensation. I open my eyes to see the enchanted ceiling transforming—ribbons of green and purple aurora dance overhead, shooting stars streak past, matching the rhythm of our movements.

“Look,” whispers Frost against my ear, and I watch as constellations rearrange themselves, creating patterns I’ve never seen before. The magic builds between us like electricity, like starlight, or like the first snow of winter meeting the last warm day of fall.

The stars above us shift and dance, creating new patterns I’ve never seen in any astronomy book. My magic mingles with Frost’s, creating swirls of gold and silver light that spiral upward toward the enchanted ceiling. The sensation is indescribable—like diving into a pool of starlight.

“The constellations.” I gasp when his cock swells as he pumps deeply into me while still watching as they form intricate designs. “They’re beautiful.”

He traces a path down my neck with his lips, each kiss leaving a trail of cool fire. “They’re responding to our magic.” He slides his hands down my sides, leaving trails of sparks in their wake. “Watch.”

As he sinks into my pussy again, I lift my hips to meet him. When we move together, the stars above pulse in rhythm. Gold and silver strands of magic weave through the air around us, creating a cocoon of light. The temperature in the room fluctuates—my heat meeting his coolness in perfect balance.

“I never knew it could be like this,” I whisper, arching into him as pleasure builds. Even the time in the bubble wasn’t this intense. It was before my magic fully awakened. The aurora overhead intensifies as ribbons of green and purple dance across the ceiling.

He threads his fingers through my curls, which are surprisingly warm now despite his natural coolness. “Neither did I. Our magics are perfectly matched.”

Each touch sends new sparks of power through me. The stars overhead spin faster, creating spirals of light that mirror our movements. My skin tingles everywhere we connect, magic flowing between us like electricity as we thrust against each other, straining for fulfillment.

“Open your eyes,” he murmurs against my lips. “Look at what we’re creating.”

I do and gasp at the sight. The entire room glows with our combined magic. Frost’s silver light twines with my golden power, creating patterns that pulse with each shared breath. Above us, the constellations have formed into shapes I recognize from ancient texts—the eternal lovers, the twin flames, and the sacred union.

He slides his hand down my back, leaving trails of frost that my inner fire instantly melts. Steam rises where our skin meets, adding to the otherworldly atmosphere. The magic builds higher and stronger until it’s hard to tell where his power ends and mine begins.

“You’re incredible,” he says against my neck, grazing my skin with his teeth and sending new shivers of pleasure through me. “So responsive to magic.”

I run my fingers through his silver hair, watching as golden sparks follow my touch. “It’s you,” I say. “You make me feel...” Words fail as another wave of sensation washes over me.

The aurora overhead brightens, casting multicolored light across our skin. Where the light touches, our magic responds, creating swirls of power that dance across our bodies. The temperature continues to fluctuate—hot and cold, fire and ice, perfectly balanced.

Frost captures my lips again, and I taste winter—crisp and clean like fresh snow. His tongue slides against mine as our magic surges higher. The stars above spin faster, creating a vortex of light that mirrors the building pleasure.

“Look,” he whispers again, breaking the kiss to direct my attention upward. The constellations are moving more rapidly now, forming new patterns with each passing second. “They’re showing us our future.”

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