Frost

12

12 - The Ice Cracks

NATALIA

         His lips were like a storm on the horizon — dark, intense, and full of unspoken promises. As they pressed roughly against mine, the world around us seemed to fade away, leaving nothing but the heat between us. I could feel everything — his lust, his rage, his jealousy — all through the bond.

I could feel it all.

His initial touch screamed of need, yet it was soft and tentative. There was a simmering power beneath, barely contained by a force that sent a shiver down my spine.

"Mhm," I moaned, unwillingly losing myself in the feeling of his hands on me. This is exactly what it felt like when we first met. This heat was addictive and I wanted it to last forever.

Each movement was a dance of fire and restraint, a battle between the fierce desire we both felt and the lingering fear that it could all fall apart. His lips moved with a confidence that only hinted at the passion he was holding back, and I found myself leaning into him, wanting more, needing more.

It was as if the entire world had paused just for us and the only thing that mattered was the connection we shared in that moment. His hands found their way to my waist, gripping it tightly as he pinned me against the door. My pulse quickened as I felt his member press against my stomach, and if the mate bond didn't tell me how excited he was then that sure did.

His lips were both a comfort and a challenge, drawing me in while daring me to release the control I'd held onto so tightly. I shouldn't let him kiss me like this, not after what he'd done, but this was all my wolf wanted — all I'd ever wanted from him. One hand found its way to the small of my back, pulling me closer as if that was even possible.

As the kiss deepened, I felt the intensity between us surge, like a dam breaking after holding back the flood for too long. My leg found its way to his waist and he didn't hesitate to grab my thigh and lock it firmly in place. I could feel the rapid beat of his heart against my chest, mirroring the wild rhythm of my own.

Air was a luxury neither of us cared about, not when there was something more electric running between us — something that hummed through my veins and made my skin tingle with anticipation. His lips moved against mine with a hunger that sent heat pooling low in my belly.

In one swift move, he had me in his arms then on the wooden desk without breaking our lips apart. My fingers tangled in his long hair, adding a bit of mess to the man bun he had it in earlier. His hands journeyed up my dress and I was praying he wouldn't rip the borrowed piece of clothing.

Maybe he should, my wolf purred, enjoying the touch of his hands just as much as I was.

Behave, I told her, giggling internally.

When we finally broke apart, both of us were breathless, our foreheads resting against each other's. The air between us was charged, heavy with the weight of everything that had been left unsaid.

"I'm sorry," Greyson whispered, his voice rough and low. His eyes searched mine, looking for something — maybe reassurance, maybe forgiveness. "For everything, I'm sorry. If you want me on my knees begging for your forgiveness, then you'll have it."

"Now that would be something to see," I replied, chuckling softly.

He made a move to get on his knees which made me laugh.

"No, cut it out. This is serious."

There was so much we still needed to discuss, so much that needed to be addressed. I couldn't go back to distant, cold Greyson — I wouldn't. I needed answers and I needed him to bring his walls down for me.