Page 142 of The Kingdom of Eternal Ice
“I’m sure you are great at what you are doing,” I tell her. “You are still learning. You told me you had no one to teach you when you were a child, so of course it needs some time for you to catch up and be on Penelope’s level.”
“I don’t think I will ever be on her level,” Rona admits. “She is really strong. The strongest I have ever seen.”
“I don’t know much about witchcraft,” I say. “But I know that every witch has her own strengths. And I’m sure you will soon find yours.”
“Do you have these doubts too?” she asks me. “Do you sometimes feel like you suck so much you regret even being here?”
“Sometimes I do,” I admit. “Werewolves are a lot about strength, and while I’m strong, I’m not a great tactician. It’s a skill we need, though. Like my Be-” I pause, realizing I almost gave away that I have a Beta, meaning I would reveal I’m a pack wolf. “-best friend, he is great at all of it.”
“You mean Shay?”
“No, Shay is just an acquaintance,” I lie, feeling horrible for lying to her. I wish I could just tell her everything. I know she will be mad once she realizes I kept so much from her. Hell, she doesn’t even know my full name.
“So, you have a life outside of here?” she asks.
“Well, a bit of a life,” I say evasively. I try to stir our talk back to the original topic. “I think it’s normal to have doubts and fears, but I’m also convinced you are going to grow into an incredible witch.”
“You have so much faith in me,” she whispers.
I look into her beautiful green eyes. “You are my mate,” I say quietly. “To me, no one is more important.”
She reaches out her hand, touching my cheek. “Roy,” she says.
“Royan,” I correct her, not able to keep up the farce any longer. She is my mate, and the least I can do is tell her my actual name. “That’s my full name. I… I’m sorry for not telling you everything about me. With time I will.”
“I understand,” she says quietly. “I can’t tell you everything either yet… because we are here...” She lowers her voice to a whisper. “I’m scared here.”
“Me too,” I admit.
She shifts her position until she sits on my lap, facing me and wrapping her arms around my neck. “You are my light,” she says. “You… you are making this dark place bearable. The only thing in my current life I’m looking forward to is meeting you every night when I return from work.”
I wrap my arms around her middle. “It’s the same for me.”
She takes my head between her palms and tilts it upwards so that I have to look at her. “Royan,” she whispers.
A growl leaves my lips at hearing her use my name for the first time. It’s like a dam inside me bursts, and I can’t hold my feelings back anymore. I put my hand on the back of her head and lead her downwards until our lips meet in a heated kiss. Rona doesn’t stop me. In fact, she happily engages. Her deft fingers start unbuttoning my pajama top while I start to open the lacing of her corset. She always wears those on top of her dresses. It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. It’s also the most frustrating thing to undress.
Rona laughs against my lips and moves back a bit. “Let me help you,” she whispers, crawling away from me and skillfully starting to loosen the lacing herself. She turns her back to me. “Now loosen it further.”
I do as she instructs. Somehow, this gives me such an intimate and homely vibe. I can’t wait to take her home with me and do this every night. Once loosened, she raises her arms so that I can tug her corset off. She turns her head slightly, tossing me a smirk. Then she gets out of the bed and slowly slips out of her dress, revealing her beautiful breasts to me. I don’t wait for her to undress further, and instead crawl towards her, grab her by her middle, and tug her closer. I attach my lips to one of her nipples while my hands start massaging both her breasts.
“Fuck,” she moans. “Your hands feel so good.”
I was scared she would deem my calloused hands as too rough, but seeing how she enjoys it, I use more pressure with one hand, while the other tugs up her skirt, slipping beneath it and wandering up her legs. Rona’s legs tremble slightly. She puts her hands on my shoulders for balance while my hand reaches for her core. She is already so wet for me, her heavenly scent filling the room as I stroke her through her panties before slipping them down her legs. She shakes them off and tosses them across the room, before my hand moves back between her legs. She bucks her hips for more friction, making me smirk against her nipples. I bite into the little bud softly, making her moan.
“You are wearing too many clothes,” she pants.
“Am I?” I tease.
She smirks at me and settles on my lap again, rubbing her core against my groin. I feel my erection growing. Okay, yes, too many clothes. I push her dress up, tugging and securing it around the belt she is wearing and grab her by her ass cheeks. She follows the lead, lifting her hips so that I can push down my pants.
She doesn’t wait for me to undress completely. The moment my dick springs free, she grabs it with her beautiful, delicate hands and strokes it to full hardness.
“I want you inside me,” she whispers.
“Rona,” I groan.
I help her, carefully guiding her downwards until my cock is buried fully inside her, her walls clenching around me tightly. “Royan,” she moans.
