Chapter 9 #3
He shifted his approach, his tongue now tracing the frost patterns that decorated my inner thighs, following them up to where they converged at my core.
When his cool tongue traced the raised design directly, something electric happened—the patterns themselves became conduits for pleasure, sending sensation through every connected line across my body.
I felt it in the marks on my arms, my throat, my stomach, all of them lighting up in sympathetic response.
"Perfect," he breathed, and then his mouth was on my clit again, sucking gently while his tongue flicked against it with quick, precise movements.
His fingers curled inside me, finding that spot that made my entire body lock up with pleasure.
"That's my good girl. So close now, aren't you? So ready to shatter for me?"
I was. The pressure had built to impossible levels, every nerve ending screaming for release. My body trembled on the edge, held there by his skill and control, waiting for permission I didn't know if I needed but my mind insisted I did.
"Please," I gasped, the word broken by desperate breaths. "Please, Daddy, please let me—"
The title slipped out without thought, but I felt his response through the bond—a spike of possessive pleasure that made his own control waver.
"Come for me," he commanded against my flesh. "Now, little one. Let go."
The permission destroyed what little control I had left.
The orgasm crashed through me with the force of an avalanche, making my entire body convulse against the restraints.
I screamed his name—not Daddy this time but "Sereis!
"—as wave after wave of pleasure rolled through me.
The aurora canopy above us went wild, colors spinning and merging in patterns that matched the chaos in my nervous system.
He didn't stop, didn't ease up, his mouth and fingers working me through it with the same methodical precision he'd used to bring me there.
The orgasm seemed to last forever, each wave triggering another, the frost patterns on my skin flaring so bright that even through closed eyelids I could see their light.
When I finally collapsed, boneless and gasping, tears were streaming down my face from the intensity. My body felt like it had been unmade and reformed, every nerve ending still singing with aftershocks.
"Beautiful," Sereis murmured, pressing a gentler kiss to my oversensitized flesh that made me whimper and twitch. "Absolutely perfect. And we're not done yet."
The restraints dissolved into glittering vapor while I still floated in the aftershocks, my wrists suddenly free but too heavy to move, my entire body limp with satisfaction that ran bone-deep.
Every nerve ending still sparked with occasional tremors, little earthquakes of pleasure that made me twitch and gasp.
But Sereis wasn't finished—I could feel it through our bond, his need raging against his control like winter storms against glass.
He stood with that fluid grace, and finally, finally began to undress.
Each button of his shirt revealed more pale skin marked with frost patterns that matched mine, silver-white traceries that caught the aurora light and threw it back doubled.
His chest was lean muscle over elegant bones, built for speed and grace rather than brute strength.
When his pants followed, my breath caught at the evidence of his need—he was hard enough that it had to be painful, his cock flushed and straining, a pearl of precum catching the light at its tip.
"I've been patient," he said, moving onto the bed with predatory intent.
The mattress dipped under his weight, the cloud-silk sheets whispering against his skin as he positioned himself between my still-spread thighs.
"Controlled. Disciplined. But now—" His hands gripped my hips, lifting them slightly, aligning us with careful precision.
"Now I'm going to claim what's mine completely. "
The first touch of him against my entrance made us both groan.
After his cool tongue, his cock felt almost burning hot, the contrast making my oversensitized flesh spark with renewed need.
He pressed forward slowly, controlled, but I could feel through our bond how much that control cost him.
His jaw was locked, tendons standing out in his neck, his fingers gripping my hips hard enough to leave marks that would bloom like winter flowers.
One slow, deep, possessive stroke, and he was fully inside me.
The physical joining made our magical bond explode like a star going nova.
The aurora canopy above us went completely wild, colors spinning so fast they became white light before fracturing into impossible spectrums. I felt him not just inside my body but inside my mind, my soul, every barrier between us dissolving until I couldn't tell where I ended and he began.
"Fuck," he gasped, and hearing him lose his perfect composure enough to curse made something primitive and satisfied purr in my chest. "Mira, you feel—the bond—"
He couldn't finish the sentence, and neither could I have formed words if my life depended on it. The sensation was overwhelming—not just physical but existential. Every thrust sent ripples through our shared consciousness, pleasure doubled and reflected back until we were drowning in it.
He started slow, each withdrawal deliberate, each return a claiming.
His cock stretched me perfectly, the angle hitting places that made stars explode behind my eyelids.
The frost patterns on both our bodies glowed brighter with each connection, creating a light show that painted the walls with our combined radiance.
"Mine," he growled with each thrust, the word becoming a rhythm, a prayer, a promise. "My mate, my bonded, my perfect little one."
My hands found his shoulders, nails digging in as the pace began to build. The slow, deep strokes became faster, more desperate, his control finally starting to fracture. Through the bond, I felt his need—not just to possess but to merge, to become something greater than our separate selves.
"Yours," I managed to gasp, the word torn from my throat. "Daddy, please, I need—"
"I know." He shifted angle slightly, and suddenly each thrust hit that perfect spot inside me that made my vision go white. "I can feel what you need through the bond. Feel how desperate you are to come again. How your body clenches around me, trying to keep me inside."
The dirty truth of it made me flush darker, made my body respond even more intensely.
We were past slow now, past controlled. His thrusts had become almost violent in their intensity, our bodies meeting with sounds that echoed off the ice walls.
The bed frame—carved from starlight itself—creaked under the force of it, something that should have been impossible but was happening anyway.
My legs wrapped around his waist, changing the angle again, and we both cried out at the sensation.
Every nerve ending in my body had reignited, the earlier orgasm having only primed me for this.
The pressure built with impossible speed, aided by the feedback loop of our bond—his pleasure becoming mine, mine becoming his, spiraling higher and higher.
"Close," I gasped, though he already knew, could feel it through our connection. "So close, please—"
"Together," he commanded, his hand moving between us to find my clit. The touch of his fingers there while he thrust inside me was too much, too perfect, too everything.
"Look at me," he demanded, and my eyes flew open to meet his.
The silver ring around his irises had expanded, taking over until his eyes were more metal than ice.
In them, I saw myself reflected—wild-haired, flush-skinned, glowing with frost patterns that pulsed like a heartbeat.
I saw what he saw—his mate, his equal, his everything.
The orgasm built like a tidal wave, inevitable and overwhelming.
Through the bond, I felt his approaching too, our bodies syncing in a rhythm older than language.
The aurora canopy above us began to pulse in time with our movements, the lights condensing, brightening, preparing for something unprecedented.
"Now," he gasped, his control finally shattering completely. "Come with me now—"
The climax hit us simultaneously, and the world exploded.
It wasn't just an orgasm—it was an event.
The single most important event our my life.
Our bodies convulsed together, his cock pulsing inside me as my inner walls clenched around him, but that was only the physical component.
The magical release was visible—a shockwave of silver and gold light that erupted from our joined bodies and expanded outward in a perfect sphere.
It hit the walls and kept going, passing through ice and stone like they didn't exist.
The aurora canopy above us imploded into a single point of impossible brightness before exploding into a shower of light-fragments that fell like snow, each flake carrying a memory of pleasure.
The frost patterns on our bodies blazed so bright they left afterimages, the light seeming to sink below the skin to become part of us permanently.
The palace itself responded—I heard the ice singing, actually singing, harmonics that resonated through every frozen molecule of the structure.
Windows throughout the building hummed in sympathy.
Somewhere in the distance, crystals chimed like bells, announcing what had happened to anyone with ears to hear.
My scream of pleasure harmonized with his roar, creating a sound that transformed into visible light, silver and gold threads that wove together in the air above us before dissipating into sparkles.
The orgasm seemed to last forever, waves of pleasure that rolled through us in perfect synchronization, each pulse sending new shockwaves of light through the room.
When it finally ended, we collapsed together, his weight on me feeling like safety itself.
He was still inside me, still hard enough that little aftershocks made us both whimper.
His face was buried in my neck, breathing hard against my pulse point, while my arms wrapped around him with desperate strength.
"Mine," he whispered into my skin, the word broken by exhaustion and satisfaction. "Completely, eternally mine."
"Yours," I agreed, my voice barely audible. "And you're mine too."
He hummed agreement, pressing kisses to my neck, my jaw, my temple.
Sweet, gentle kisses that had nothing to do with arousal and everything to do with connection.
Around us, the aurora slowly reformed, settling back into its canopy configuration but somehow different—the colors deeper, more complex, as if our joining had fundamentally changed its nature.
"Sleep now," he murmured, shifting just enough to pull me against his side without separating us entirely. "Tomorrow brings whatever it brings. Tonight, you're safe, claimed, loved."
The last word was so quiet I might have imagined it, but through our bond, I felt its truth like sunlight through ice. Love, patient as winter itself.