Page 97 of Winter's Scorching Kisses
One stray spark and she could imagine a fire, although… she turned to take in all the buildings around them. There wasn’t too much to burn when all their buildings were mainly built of stone, and anything that might be caught on fire was buried under a recent snowfall that had rivaled anything she’d seen as of yet.
Adorra made her way over to the hot spiced wine. “I’ll have a glass.” She said to the ice giant tending the large pot of hot wine with a million spices that wafted up on a small breeze.
“I will as well.” A strong voice washed over her, and a shiver spread down her spine.
“I never expected to see you again.” She commented as took the cup of offered hot wine from the ice giant in front of her.
Then the ice giant passed one to Mathar, and she finally turned to lay eyes on the man that had intruded on her dreams every single night. To say she’d slept very little would be an understatement.
“Dryden wanted me here for this joyous day. Otherwise, you never would have.”
She took a sip of the wine and savored the taste of the thick liquid on her tongue. It was amazing what the addition of heat and spices could do to wine. And the cold outside only made it taste even better.
“Will you disappear yet again?” Her breath puffed out in front of her.
“I have a cabin to build.” He took a sip of his spiced wine.
“And how’s that going?” Adorra bit her bottom lip. What she wanted to ask was if he’d be kind enough to visit her bedchamber tonight, but she wasn’t that bold of a lady.
“I have four walls and a floor, so not too bad.” Mathar nodded his head.
“Will you be showing anyone your cabin?” Like her… she wanted to know if he wanted to bring her further into his life.
Mathar snorted. “That would defeat the purpose of the cabin, now wouldn’t it?”
“Surely, not even you could go for an extended period of time without some sort of company.”
“Are you volunteering? Would you like that?” He leaned down and whispered in her ear, “Would you like to keep my bed warm for me?”
Adorra felt a blush creep up her face. She knew he was trying to scare her away, make her faint in fright, but the idea of spending the rest of her life as his bed partner sounded… like the most appealing thing in the world.
It’d only taken a few nights without him, for her to want to spend more time with Mathar.
“Ah,” his onyx eyes moved over her face, “you’ve missed me.”
“Pfft, please.” She brushed his statement away. “Any man could please me as well as you.”
She watched his face darken at her insult, and she felt success rush through her.
“We’ll just have to find out tonight when I visit your bed.” And then he walked off.
Her knees trembled with her excitement. Damn her sister, Edmund, Mathar, and Dryden! Without all these players she could have lived a normal life with a husband and a family… but now she had an adventure up here with ice giants, and she dreaded going back to the manor. Now that she’d been up here with excitement and fear pulsing through her, she wasn’t sure she ever wanted the normal boring life of a lady.
Adorra laid in the dark of her room, the hot coals warming the air as she waited for Mathar’s promised visit to her chambers. Rolling her head to the side, she watched the flickering of the glowing coals. She felt like she’d been waiting forever, and she was worried he might not show.
She closed her eyes and sighed. She’d been hoping he would show.
The door to her chamber creaked open, and her eyes shot wide as she stared at the wooden door as it swung open. Then Mathar stepped into the room before shutting the door quietly behind him.
“You came.”
“Of course I did.”
As he approached the bed, he slowly stripped off his clothing, and she wished the coals were burning brighter so she could get a better look at him. He flung his shirt off to the side, and she was able to see his muscles rippling in the dim light. Then his hands untied his trews, and he dropped them to his feet and kicked them off. Next, he toed off his shoes and kicked them away.
“Have you missed me, Adorra?”
“Yes.” She watched his eyes widen a bit at the declaration, and then his eyelids shuttered over his eyes.
