Chapter 92 Rosalina
Rosalina
Sparkling snow drifts down, kissing our feet and creating a soft layer on the balcony.
“You’re ready, Rosalina?” Keldarion asks.
“I’ve been ready for a long time.”
He leans down, and his breath caresses the shell of my ear. “Here?”
“Here. Under the stars and moon, amid the snow, that is how I want you, High Prince of Winter, Sworn Protector of the Realms.”
“Then let us not wait another moment,” he says.
I rise up on my toes, still standing on his boots. His breath shudders with my closeness, and I know he’s inhaling my scent, as I am enveloped in his. I breathe a whisper over his lips, then lower back down, smirking.
He growls, then sweeps me against him, capturing me in an open-mouthed kiss. My body tingles, rubbing against the fabric of his clothes. I writhe against him, then feel a primal part of me rise.
I’m going to have the Winter Prince for the first time. Keldarion will break his curse. Nothing will stand in our way, especially not clothing. I managed to get his belt off and tear at his tunic until the laces give. I run my hands along his muscular chest and audibly moan.
“My body is yours to do with as you please,” Keldarion says.
I fall off-balance, hissing as my bare feet touch the snow-covered balcony.
“Here,” Keldarion says and unclasps his cloak, laying the thick fabric down. “Sit.”
I do so, then gaze up, mouth falling open as I watch the High Prince of Winter undress, losing first his tunic.
My eyes roam over his thickly muscled arms, his broad chest, the thatch of dark hair that disappears beneath his pants.
He emanates manhood. By the way he’s looking at me, I can’t help but imagine all the things those arms could do. My body thrums with the possibility.
I raise a knee and run a hand along my thigh, opening my legs. Offering him my body the way he’s offering his.
Keldarion gives a deep groan and works faster at the laces of his pants, sliding them down his thick thighs and stepping out of his boots into the snow.
The snow that doesn’t seem to trouble him at all. And why would it?
He is the High Prince of Winter, standing before me in all his glory, backed by the northern stars and high mountains.
This is his realm, and our love, our love, will give him the power to protect it.
The thought fills me with an elated courage, a spark, an effervescence.
“I’ve been waiting for you for so long.”
“I’ve been waiting for you longer,” Keldarion replies.
The High Prince of Winter kneels, stroking his long, thick cock. Then he gestures for me to lie back.
I do.
He kicks my legs apart with his knee and hovers above me. Our breath mingles, and he’s so close I can hear his heart beating. Thump, thump, thump.
The moon hangs over us, trembling like a silver mirror in the sky. It casts a cool glow over the pale curve of his lips, the hard line of his jaw.
With a firm hand, he lifts my hips. I rise to meet him, arching my body as I feel him position himself at my entrance. His frost-blue eyes find mine. Dance with me, Rose?
Yes to this dance. Yes to all the others. Yes to dancing through the stars, throughout the ages, throughout the realms, throughout every universe. Yes to you forever and ever and ever and ever.
He smiles. “Forever.”
Then he enters me.
I gasp, head roaring back with the sudden sensation of being completely and utterly full. I bite my lip, meeting his gaze. Don’t stop. Don’t stop.
He moves slowly, so achingly slowly, allowing me every moment I need to adjust to his size. I cling desperately to him, leaving purple dots along his skin. I feel something within him, his own emotions passing through our bond. He’s the beginning of a storm, a rising tempest barely contained.
His eyes never leave mine, and when he sheathes himself fully inside, he captures my lips, his heavy chest over me.
I sink into this moment, longing to linger here forever, whole and unbroken, filled with a bliss so exquisite it aches.
Snowflakes kiss my skin, cold and fleeting, dissolving into warmth as if Winter itself bows to this connection.
Around us, the air hums with the crackle of magic, alive and electric, like frost catching sunlight.
“Here we are.” Kel’s breath caresses my ear. “I wish I could stay here forever, inside you.”
I grab his face with both my hands and force him to look at me. “We don’t have forever. Not yet.”
“Then I will make this a night you will never forget,” Keldarion says, rich promise in his words. He claims my mouth with a fierce kiss, and then he begins.
The first thrust nearly knocks me senseless. I arch my back and whine. I swear if I looked down, I could see him in my stomach.
His chest stills against mine. Though he moves slowly, it doesn’t lessen the intensity. My pulse stutters, blood racing through my veins like an undammed river.
“Your body was made for me, Rosalina. You are pure magic.”
A current of pleasure shivers through me as I adjust to his size. I wrap my arms around his shoulders. He rolls, bringing me on top of him. I press down on his chest, crying out as this angle hits yet another untouched point.
“Take me deep, Rosalina,” Keldarion groans, gripping my hips. “Let me traverse every part of you.”
I’m losing body and mind, becoming something more. Kel’s right—he’s in every part of me, freezing me down to the very marrow of my bones.
I move faster, rising until he’s almost out of me and then slamming down. The shock of it shudders through me, binding us closer. And I do it again and again and again and again until he rears his head back, roaring into the night, so loud I’m sure the entire realm must hear it.
I slow, not ready for this to end, not ready to leave him.
“My Rose,” he rasps. Hands caress my body as he touches my breasts, then the swell of my stomach, before circling above my clit. The motion causes my inner walls to flutter, clench, tightening around him. He groans from the sensation.
“I am undone by my love for you,” I say.
Something flickers on his face, a memory from so long ago, when this moment, our love, felt as far away as the stars that hang in the sky.
“I am undone by my love for you,” he replies.
We’re getting close. We’re getting so close.
“Do you feel it, Kel?” I gasp. It’s getting stronger, as if all the magic of Winter is gathering around us, sensing the change within the High Prince of Winter.
Keldarion’s eyes blaze, and I feel his emotions as if they were my own. His wolf is wild, this beast caged inside. Or perhaps it has been caging him this whole time. It knows there is change. It claws at him, desperate to escape, to rule.
“You are not your beast,” I say, voice firm, and lean down to capture his lips. “You are the High Prince of Winter.”
His eyes flash—no, glow—and for a moment, I am staring into the eyes of the wolf, the wolf that I was terrified of but that also protected me.
And I kiss him again—kiss the High Prince of Winter and his beast, both of whom I love beyond any logical measure.
Love more than any story I’ve ever read could describe.
He rises, and I wrap my legs around his waist as he carries us to the wall. My back presses against the stone, and I shudder from the cold, but Keldarion keeps his hands on my hips, guiding himself in and out of me, pace increasing until I’m near dizzy with pleasure.
“It’s time,” he says.
I feel myself unraveling, euphoria coiling deep inside me. I grip his shoulders, hand sliding over his snowflake necklace and ending on his heart. Thump, thump, thump.
My own heart is frantic. The space that’s been so empty for so long feels like it’s caught fire.
Keldarion leans to kiss the column of my neck.
I clutch at him as if he’s the only anchor in a storm I can’t escape.
My eyes squeeze shut, and I’m not myself anymore—I’m something wild, something untamed.
An aching need steals my breath. Frost seems to gather in my veins, sharp and biting, and I can’t speak, can’t even remember my own name.
But he does.
He does.
“Rosalina, Rosalina, Rosalina,” he whispers against my skin in time with his movements. A prayer, a plea, I’m not sure. My whole body is hovering on the edge of a cliff, a storm swirling beneath me. If I don’t jump soon, I’m certain I’m going to die.
Keldarion grips my hair tight, staring at me, frosted tears on his cheeks. This moment of radiance looms before us, a pleasure so immense, it may shatter me completely. But after that, I will be parted from him.
That ice consumes me again, a soul-deep grief.
What’s a little pleasure without pain?
Lilac eyes and a cunning smile, seasons of rebirth and sea salt and change. I do this for them. We bear this pain for them so we can have our forever.
I stare at Keldarion, stare at my husband, his white hair forming a wild halo around his face.
“Nothing will part us, Kel,” I gasp, barely able to form words. “Not magic or time or even the deepest depths of the Below itself.”
Kel’s voice is a low, unsteady whisper, his breath ghosting against my skin. “Not magic, not time, not even the stars falling from the sky, Rose. I’d defy them all for you.”
“I’ll come back to you, I promise,” I cry out. “I promise.”
His pace increases to a wild frenzy, hands tight on me, binding more than our bodies together, the deepest parts of our souls becoming one.
“I promise,” I cry out again, tears streaming down my cheeks, falling as frozen diamonds to the ground.
The moment crashes over me like a blizzard’s first gust, sharp and blinding, a searing frost that ignites and spreads through every part of me.
It’s a storm of shimmering ice and wild heat, consuming me in waves that steal my breath and leave me trembling in its wake.
My body releases in an endless ripple of pleasure.
Keldarion’s muscles tense, and he roars out to the sky, hands digging into my hips as his release spills into me.
The moment seems to pulse for eternity, a bone-deep magic simmering through us as our breaths slow. A strange half laugh, half sob chokes out of me. Keldarion brushes down my hair, kissing my temple, my cold cheeks, and finally my lips.
“I feel…something,” he whispers.
“Your curse, Kel.”
He lowers me to the ground, and I barely notice the snow beneath me. I’m part of Winter now.
Keldarion does not let go of my hand, but he casts his gaze to the sky.
Wind spins in great arcs onto the balcony, blowing the snow in sparkling swirls around him. Light glows at his feet beneath the skin, then ripples along his body until he gleams so brightly, I have to shield my eyes.
The air tastes metallic like a storm, crackling and sharp. Keldarion casts one last look at me, his face a brilliant smile, before it’s so covered with light I can’t see him.
A silhouette flashes behind him, luminous and terrible. The Winter wolf. For a single moment, he reigns against the backdrop of the Winter Realm, then with a howl, he disappears.
Keldarion’s grip is still tight on my hand, and I watch as the radiance fades from him. Left standing before me is the High Prince of Winter. I feel the change in him, the power that emanates.
He pulls me against his chest.
“I owe you everything, my Rose,” he says and leans in for a kiss.
The Enchantress’s curses have been broken.