Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 67437 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 337(@200wpm)___ 270(@250wpm)___ 225(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67437 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 337(@200wpm)___ 270(@250wpm)___ 225(@300wpm)
My knees gave way, but my body remained upright and frozen in place.
I watched Seraphine through an icy vision.
Sighing, she dragged herself up from the ground and stared at her hands. “I-I did it. Crimson Frostbite. She was right. . .”
I slipped into her mind. Who was right?
Seraphine’s chest rose and fell, telling me that she was beyond exhausted. Blood dripped from her nose.
“Never mind who said it.” She wiped the blood away from her nose and glared at me. “This ends right now.”
I pushed my thought into her head. Does it?
My power battled against the icy hold and heated my body.
Seraphine put her shaking hands in front of her and placed her fingers in this weird position. “I should have done this when I was lying in bed next to you, but. . .I guess. . .I was scared and I didn’t know that I had this much power.”
The ice shell around me began to crack.
She swallowed and twisted her fingers to the right and then to the left.
With my power, I shoved at the shell some more. Shards of ice began to splinter and fall apart around me.
Her bottom lip quivered.
Then, she moved her fingers with this deliberate, languid grace, interweaving in a mesmerizing, slow-dancing rhythm.
Something grabbed at my heart.
I tensed.
Is that her?
A jolt of sharp pain rocketed through my chest.
Yes. It is her.
Then something squeezed at my heart and the searing heat of her power lashed out against me. The very edges of my being burned, scorching and blistering under the intensity of her fury.
That will be quiet enough, little mage.
With a grunt, I broke the ice off my face, sending it tumbling down my chest.
She gasped and stepped back, yet still she did that rhythmic dance with her fingers. And that invisible grip on my heart remained.
I roared in her head. Stop!
No. She trembled. You die tonight.
Rage rose within me.
I could now move my hands. I fisted them and focused all my power on breaking free from her grip.
More ice fell away from my body in this crystalline cascade.
The forest echoed with the crackling sound.
She took another step back and twirled her fingers.
I could feel her power coursing through my veins, mingling with my own. It was both exhilarating and terrifying.
The veins in my neck bulged.
In that moment, I felt the familiar surge of my own power, a maelstrom that stretched my senses out.
It was a battle of wills and I would not lose.
I returned to her mind. Are you not aware of how long I have lived, little one? Do you really think you could kill me with a few twirls of your finger?
With a final surge of power, I broke free from her grip and melted the ice away.
She screamed and froze in place. Her hands remained in mid-air.
Although clearly terrified, she still had that grip on my heart.
My breath steamed in the chill air. My every nerve ending was ablaze with torment—her magical torment.
But through it all, I held a single, relentless focus.
Seraphine.
Ignoring the squeezing pain on my heart, I surged towards her and shoved one thought in her head. Let my heart go!
No. You die tonight.
Is that what you think will happen?
Y-yes.
And then, suddenly, I was before her, so close I could breathe in her lush scent.
Dear Ambi!
He cannot help you, little mage.
Groaning in pain, I reached up and cradled her face in my hands.
The glow in her eyes faltered, replaced with surprise.
Little mage, I am too happy to be alive to let myself die tonight.
Next, I pulled her towards me and kissed her.
She stiffened in shock. The squeeze on my heart loosened and then melted into nothing.
Then, slowly, ever so slowly, she began to soften against me. The fury in her glowing eyes shifted from confusion to surprise.
In her mind, she began to order herself. Stop it. Stop kissing him. Who cares if it feels good?
I groaned.
Her soft lips smoothed against mine, the taste of her filling my senses as we kissed.
There was a heat in the connection. A spark of something— that had lain dormant for far too long—now reignited. This spark burned filling the silent void in my soul.
Stop it! Stop it! She wrenched herself away from my mouth.
Her blood hummed a sweet melody, telling me that her veins yearned for my fangs.
Seraphine blinked.
You want my fangs, little blood mage? Let me taste you.
She shivered. “Do not touch me.”
Without breaking eye contact, I parted my lips and pushed out my fangs so that she could see them.
Her breathing hitched.
Her pupils dilated.
She stepped back, moving her face from my hands.
I smirked. Putting space between us will not stop your desire for me.
“There is no desire.”
I inhaled the air. Her arousal wafted through the air. I can smell your desire.
“You smell nothing.” She inched back again.
My cock throbbed.
Come here, little mage. I want to show you something.