Page 15 of The Yuletide Fairy's Curse
“Have a clear head tomorrow,” Dalla whispered. “Be mine tonight.”
A tear traced down Kolfrosta’s cheek. “I deny myself so many things,” she said.
“We haven’t done anything like this before, have we?” Dalla asked, because she had to know.
“Of course not,” Kolfrosta said, gentle as snowfall.
Dalla believed her. She responded with a kiss.
Nothing aboutthiskiss could be mistaken for an accident. Kolfrosta kissed her back, lips trembling with need. Dalla kissed the side of Kolfrosta’s mouth, and her jawline, and her neck. Her mouth moved along the warm skin, and the fast pulse of Kolfrosta’s heartbeat thrummed against her lips.
She made it to Kolfrosta’s collarbone when Kolfrosta murmured, “Undress me.”
Dalla’s fingers slid under the shoulders of Kolfrosta’s cloak, freeing her of it. She shoved the fabric away from the chair.
Kolfrosta stood, turning her back to Dalla. Ties laced the back of the crystal-like dress, and Dalla reached for them with eager fingers, undoing each with care. The dress slid around Kolfrosta’s legs, crystals clanking against the ground.
The sight of Kolfrosta’s naked body nearly brought Dalla to her knees. Her shoulders and hips were broad, the curve of her breasts supple, her waist like it was begging for Dalla’s hands to hold. Dalla brought herself to her senses, shook her head.
“You are amazing,” she said, awed into honesty.
“And you?” Kolfrosta asked, raising one eyebrow. The lack of humility drew Dalla to her. Kolfrosta knew she was beautiful—as she should, Dalla thought.
Dalla shed her clothes quickly and without grace and surged forward, sweeping Kolfrosta into her arms and setting her on the table. She was short, but years of swinging a sword around and riding horses had made her strong. Kolfrosta wound her fingers through Dalla’s hair as Dalla kissed the area below her collarbone, the top of her breast.
She took a nipple into her mouth and swirled her tongue over it. Kolfrosta shivered with delight.
Dalla’s tongue trailed over the underside of Kolfrosta’s breast. “Will you open for me?” she asked against her skin, hands pressing into the muscle of Kolfrosta’s thigh.
“Yes,” Kolfrosta breathed.
Her legs parted for Dalla, and Dalla ran a finger up her thigh. The hair between Kolfrosta’s legs was silver, and her pussy glistened in the twinkling lights of the room. Saliva filled Dalla’s mouth.
Slowly, she thought. She wanted to savor every minute of this—it could be their first and last time together.
She steadied one hand against Kolfrosta’s back, and Kolfrosta arched into her touch. Her other hand reached between Kolfrosta’s legs. She was deliciously wet, and Dalla wanted more than anything to taste her. Her fingers moved up and down, feeling the warmth of her, her softness.
She pressed in closer, and their lips touched again. She caught Kolfrosta’s bottom lip in her teeth as fast breaths blewagainst her mouth. Her fingertips made infinite patterns against Kolfrosta, slower and then faster and faster, and Kolfrosta’s breath hitched, her back gleaming with sweat, and she came over Dalla’s hand with a noise that Dalla wanted to capture in one of the baubles and keep forever.
Thismade Dalla feel powerful, more so than she ever could wearing a crown. Here, everything made sense—everything was washed away. Just Dalla and Kolfrosta, Kolfrosta and Dalla. Kolfrosta’s pleasure in the palm of Dalla’s hand and at her mercy.
Dalla moved away and kissed the inside of Kolfrosta’s thigh. Kolfrosta shuddered; Dalla clamped a hand over her knee to hold her in place.
Her first taste of Kolfrosta was like everything else in this palace: magic, otherworldly, so supreme as to be surreal. She tasted, and she tasted, and Kolfrosta squirmed under her touch, panting and tugging at her hair, pulling her in close.
Kolfrosta finished over Dalla’s face. Dalla sat back on her knees, looking up at her work. Kolfrosta’s hair was askew, pendant necklace dangling to one side—undone, and more beautiful than ever.
“Keep me,” Dalla begged. “Keep me around for another year.”
“I will,” Kolfrosta promised breathlessly. “I may be a fool for it, but I will.”
“You trust me?” Dalla asked, suddenly needing an answer more than anything.
Kolfrosta swung herself up, bent herself down to Dalla, and cupped her chin in one hand. “I do,” she said. “Doyoutrust me?”
Dalla licked her lips, tasting Kolfrosta on her. Kolfrosta nudged Dalla upward until Dalla was eye to eye with her, and then she kissed Dalla, soft and sweet.
“Yes,” said Dalla. “I do.”
