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Fiora (POV)

My laughter echoed through our cosy snow-covered haven as I sprawled on the Diwan, helpless against his relentless tickling. When he finally stopped, allowing my laughter to fade, I noticed how close we were—so close that I could hear the rapid beat of his heart mingling with my own. A soft smile crept across my face as I gently pulled him closer, guiding his head to rest on my chest. I began to stroke his hair tenderly, whispering, "Thank you," my voice soft, the moment tender.

He let out a contented sigh, his body relaxing into mine. With a gentle shift, he turned me so that I was lying on top of him, my exhaustion from the day's stress melting into his warmth. His hand found its way back to my hair, fingers threading through it slowly, soothingly. "I'll wait for the day when you'll demand things from me," he murmured, his voice heavy with sleep but steady in its affection, "rather than asking for permission."

I lifted myself slightly, just enough to meet his eyes, holding his gaze with an intensity that made him fidget. His discomfort was almost amusing. "What?" he asked, a hint of nervousness.

In response, I leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to his forehead, the gesture both simple and profound. Then, I settled back against him, my ear over his heart, feeling its rhythm beneath me. and suddenly, a familiar sensation washed over me—my purple horns began to itch, signalling their imminent appearance 

I lifted myself again, my expression carefully innocent, a small smile playing on my lips. His eyes narrowed slightly as he asked, "Now, what?"

Maintaining my innocent facade, I lowered myself towards his forehead, but at the last second, I diverted to his neck. The urge to bite him surged within me, but I held back, instead brushing my lips against his skin, teasing him with the softest imitation of a bite—never quite crossing the line.

His reaction was immediate—a low, throaty moan escaped him, and I couldn't help but mentally celebrate, 'Yup, success!' But as I pulled back to tease him further, my triumph was cut short.

His eyes locked onto mine, and I froze. They had shifted, both colours swirling together, a sign of the dual forces within him asserting their dominance. His gaze bore into me, intense and unyielding, as if he could see right through the playful facade I'd been wearing. The air between us thickened, the playful atmosphere now charged with something deeper, more primal.

"I think I pulled the wrong switch," I stammered, my voice trembling with uncertainty.

"No..." Zack and Theo's voices melded together, their blended tone sending a shiver down my spine, the atmosphere now far more intense than I had anticipated. "You made the right decision." Their voices, deep and commanding, stirred something primal within me—a growing urge to sink my teeth into him. My breath quickened, each inhale feeling as if I'd just run a marathon, and my lips grew unbearably dry as I held their piercing gaze.

The world around me seemed to blur, and I forgot what I had been doing. Instinct took over as I lowered myself to his neck, starting with soft, lingering kisses behind his ear, and trailing down to the nape of his neck. His hands found their way under my shirt, his touch slow and deliberate as he traced patterns across my back, sending shivers through me.

My lips grazed his skin, and I began to lick his neck, savouring the taste slowly. The desire to bite him intensified, overwhelming every other thought. I positioned myself, ready to give in to the urge, but just as I was about to, he suddenly flipped me, pulling me away from his neck.

Our eyes met, and I was taken aback by how dark his gaze had become, filled with a smouldering intensity that made my heart race. He gently withdrew his hand from under my shirt, then pressed soft kisses on my forehead, my eyelids, and finally, my cheek, each touch tender yet charged with unspoken emotion.

He then rose from me, his eyes shifting back to their familiar golden-green hue. The warmth of his body left me, and I suddenly felt a coldness settle in, a stark contrast to the heat of the moment before. He must have noticed because the next thing he did was wrap his arms around me, enveloping me in his warmth once more. Yet, despite the comfort, a pang of disappointment tugged at me, the unfulfilled tension lingering between us.

"He doesn't want me?" I thought, the doubt creeping into my mind. I was certain I hadn't spoken the words aloud, yet he responded, "Why do you say that?" His voice still carried that blend making the moment even more intense.

"You heard that?" I asked, my confusion evident. He nodded, his expression unreadable.

"But... I didn't say it out loud," I insisted, bewildered.

"I know," he replied calmly, his gaze steady on mine. The innocence in my eyes must have been clear, matched only by my growing confusion.

"You remember when I used this blended voice to speak with Queen Ina?" he asked, and I nodded slowly, the memory surfacing in my mind.

"Well, it was then I discovered that I could not only speak to her but also hear your thoughts—loud and clear. The only drawback is that we can't stay in this state for very long unless there's a strong reason to." His explanation was measured, each word carefully chosen, but it didn't erase the shock rippling through me.

"Have you... used it before?" I asked, my voice tinged with scepticism, a slight edge creeping into my tone.

"No, not until now. I wanted to, but I didn't want to breach your privacy," he admitted, his sincerity shining through. That simple confession made my heart swell with respect for him. Honestly, this man was setting the bar impossibly high for me.

I hugged him tightly, a wave of warmth washing over me, and for a moment, it felt like the world outside didn't exist. His embrace was everything I needed, a refuge in the storm of emotions swirling inside me. After a few moments, he gently pulled back just enough to ask, "So, are you really not going to talk about it?"

"What?" My voice was soft, a little hoarse from the comfort of being so close to him.

"Why do you think I don't want you?" he asked, his tone gentle but insistent, searching my eyes for answers.

I hesitated, then whispered, "I don't know... Do you?" The vulnerability in my voice was almost palpable, each word carrying the weight of my uncertainty.

His response was immediate, his grip on me tightening as he said, "I do. I want you more than you realize. Why would you even think otherwise?"

"Because," I began, my voice trembling with the weight of the confession, "you always back off whenever we get close." There was a hint of frustration, but mostly it was fear—fear of being unwanted.

His expression softened, a mix of regret and understanding crossing his features. "That's because I don't want to burden you with responsibilities. You're already dealing with so much," he explained, his voice carrying a tenderness that made my heart ache.

"What responsibilities?" I asked, confusion lacing my words, though I could feel the tension in the air between us.

"The day I mark you, you'll become Queen Luna of the Crystal Pack. With that comes a lot of duties and expectations. And with everything happening, I just can't bring myself to add that to your load right now," he said, his voice steady but tinged with concern as Zack's influence faded, leaving Theo in control.

I blinked, processing his words, and then said, perhaps too innocently, "But... it's not necessary to mark me." I didn't realize the full implication of my statement until I saw the spark of mischief flash in his eyes.

A smirk curved his lips as he leaned closer, his gaze holding mine with a playful intensity. "So, you're suggesting we skip the mark and go all the way?" His voice dripped with teasing, and I felt my cheeks heat up in response.

"No!" I exclaimed, flustered, my mind scrambling to recover from the unintended suggestion. "That's not what I meant! I just... I mean, we could... I don't know... postpone the marking for now?" I was stumbling over my words, the heat of the moment making it impossible to think clearly.

Theo was clearly enjoying my embarrassment, his grin widening. After watching me struggle, he leaned in and kissed me lightly, just enough to steal my breath. "You have no idea how tempting you are right now," he murmured, his voice dropping an octave, making it impossible to ignore the desire simmering between us. "I'm hanging on by a thread, but honeycomb..." His lips brushed against my neck, his breath hot against my skin, "You're intoxicating."

His words sent a shiver down my spine, and I couldn't help but lean into him as his kisses trailed along my neck. The control was slipping through my fingers, even as he tried to regain his own. But just as I was about to give in completely, he pulled back, his eyes dark and intense, his voice once again merging with Zack's. "No."

But I wasn't willing to let go. 'Not this time,' I thought, pulling him back to me and capturing his lips with mine, a kiss full of need and desperation. "Wait, Fiora... once I lose control, there's no going back," he warned, his voice echoing in my mind through our link, the strain of restraint evident in his tone.

I pulled away just enough to lock eyes with him, letting him see the resolve in mine. "I want you," I whispered, the words carrying every bit of emotion I'd been holding back. That was all the permission he needed.

With a swift movement, he scooped me up and carried me to his bedroom. The door clicked shut behind us, and he pinned me against it, his eyes dark and serious. "Remember, if you regret this later, there's no undoing it."

In response, I closed the distance between us with a kiss, sealing the decision I'd made. He slowly lowered me, breaking the kiss only to place a soft one on my cheek, his lips lingering as he whispered in my ear, "Unbutton me." His voice, blended with Zack's, carried an authority that sent a shiver down my spine. I looked up at him, seeking confirmation, but the intensity in his gaze was answering enough.

"Don't make me repeat it," he murmured, his tone making it impossible for me to think straight. With a slight hesitation, I reached for his buttons, undoing them one by one to reveal his bare chest, sculpted and commanding. He kissed me again, this time at my neck, and his lips were cold as ice, sending confusing signals to my brain. A soft moan escaped me, and I felt his lips curve into a smirk before he stepped back, a mischievous smile playing on his lips as he moved away.

He stopped, and I found myself unable to tear my eyes from his body. "Could you make..." he started to say something, but I was too distracted to catch it. Noticing my confusion, he smiled, clearly enjoying the effect he had on me. "Can you turn water into ice?" he repeated, his voice smooth and coaxing. I nodded absentmindedly, too entranced to question him.

He directed my attention to a large jug of water on the side table. My mind was too clouded to wonder why, so I moved closer, focusing on the water. With a deep breath, I lifted the water in it into the air, forming small spheres and extracting the heat from them, watching as they crystallized into delicate ice balls. Satisfied with the result, I carefully lowered them back into the jug, unaware that Zack had silently moved behind me.

His arms wrapped around me from behind, pulling me close. I turned my head, intending to kiss him, but he had other plans. As soon as I turned, something cold touched my stomach, and my eyes squeezed shut, a gasp escaping my lips as I tightened my grip on him, a soft moan slipping out. The cold against my skin sent jolts of sensation through me, making it hard to stand, and if it weren't for Zack's stronghold, I would have surely collapsed.

He didn't stop there. Slowly, he rolled the ice ball upward, tracing a path to my cleavage. My back arched instinctively, pressing my body closer to the ice ball away from him and my head towards him, while my breath came in heavy, ragged gasps, filling the room. With deliberate precision, he let the ice ball drop inside my bra, and the sudden cold made it nearly impossible to breathe.

Desperately, I reached to remove it, but before I could, Zack's hand gripped mine, halting me midway. His hold was firm, a silent command that left no room for resistance.

"I dare you to remove it," he commanded, his voice as cold and unyielding as the ice. The challenge in his tone was unmistakable, sending a thrill through me. With a smirk, he grabbed another ice ball, his eyes locked onto mine as he turned me to face him.

Desperate for warmth, I instinctively gripped his open shirt, pulling myself closer to him, seeking refuge in his heat. Just as I began to find a semblance of comfort, I felt two ice balls roll down my back, igniting a sharp contrast between the warmth of his chest and the biting cold on my skin. The sensation was overwhelming, and this time, I couldn't hold back. I bit into his chest, my teeth sinking into his skin without care for the force, driven by the intense mix of pain and pleasure.

His response was swift and merciless. He added two more ice balls, rolling them languidly along my back, making it impossible for me to retaliate. The cold was relentless, the water dripping from the melting ice following the curves of my spine, sending shivers that made me tremble against him.

Finally, he removed the ice balls, allowing me a moment to breathe, though not entirely. The icy devil trapped in my bra refused to be forgotten, continuing to torment me with its lingering chill.

He walked towards the bed, leaving me confused and cold. Settling on the edge, he looked at me with an infuriatingly innocent expression, the devilish glint in his eyes unmistakable. Then, with a smirk, he had the audacity to say, "I'm a little thirsty. If you're done playing, can I have my little ice ball back? And don't touch it."

I knew exactly what he wanted. Under normal circumstances, I would've flat-out refused, but that icy devil was driving me mad. Still, I wasn't about to let him have his way so easily.

I let a slow smile spread across my face as I reached up and began to untie my hair, letting it cascade down in soft waves. My fingers brushed through the strands as I watched him, his patience visibly wearing thin. I moved deliberately, savouring every moment as I slid off the crocheted sweater he'd made me wear, taking all the sweet time in the world. His irritation was evident, but that only fueled me further.

I unbuttoned two buttons on my shirt, just enough to tease him, before pausing to remove my bracelets, one by one. I caught the smirk that played on his lips. "I see what you're doing," he said, his voice low and edged with impatience. "Go on, but the longer you take, the rougher it'll be." His words should have warned me, but instead, they sent a thrill through me. Was I crazy? Why was his threat making me excited?

Finally, I undid the rest of the buttons, letting the shirt hang loosely on my body, my upper half now barely covered by my bra, which clung to me like the last barrier between us.

I walked slowly towards him, feeling his eyes rake over every inch of me. When I reached the bed, I straddled him, his hands immediately finding my thighs, squeezing with just the right amount of pressure to send a shiver through me.

With deliberate slowness, he leaned in, his lips brushing against my skin as he retrieved the ice ball with his mouth and crushed it with his teeth, his eyes never leaving mine. The sensation was maddening, a cold spark that travelled through my body, but his gaze was what truly held me captive—dark, intense, and filled with promises of what was to come.

His hands travelled slowly from my thighs up to my waist, the coldness of his touch sending shivers through me. The sensation was unbearable, almost too much to handle, and in a desperate attempt to relieve it, I bit into his shoulder. Even that felt cold, eliciting a breathy question from me, "Why are you so cold?"

"I'm not cold," he replied, his voice steady and calm. Confused, I pulled back slightly, trying to understand what was happening. And then it hit me—he wasn't cold at all; it was me who was burning up, my body flushed and on the edge. The ice wasn't just a playful torment; it was a calculated contrast to the heat surging through me. Realizing this, I instinctively tried to pull away, but his grip, though not forceful, held me in place.

His gaze turned icy, his eyes locking onto mine with an intensity that made my heart race. "I told you," he murmured, his voice dangerously low, "there's no going back. Even if you regret it." Worry curled around me, but before I could find the words to explain, he silenced me with his actions. His lips moved quickly, nibbling on my chest just above my cleavage. The coldness of his lips against my heated skin was maddening, scrambling my thoughts and making it impossible to think straight.

"Remove my shirt," he commanded, his voice husky as he continued his relentless assault, freeing one of my jewels from its confinement. His kisses were soft but insistent, each one a reminder of the power he held over me in that moment.

He removed my shirt with deliberate slowness, unhooking my bra and leaving me completely bare before him. His gaze was intense, almost predatory as if he were a treasure hunter who had just uncovered an infinite hoard of gold. The way he looked at me, with a mixture of desire and possessiveness, sent a shiver down my spine.

He leaned in, his lips capturing one of my softballs, and began to suck gently, his touch igniting a fire that coursed through my veins. Each sensation was heightened, his every movement sending waves of pleasure through me. It was as if time had slowed, and the world outside ceased to exist.

And yet, as the night wore on, we didn't stop. Not even once. What began as a slow, tantalizing dance between us turned into something more—a relentless pursuit of pleasure that stretched into the early hours. By the time I finally gave in and collapsed, utterly spent, I could barely move, my body a trembling mess of exhaustion and satisfaction.

He warned me afterwards, his voice low and teasing, "I went easy on you tonight because it was your first time. But next time, there won't be any holding back." The promise in his words sent a thrill of anticipation through me, even as I wondered what 'rough' would look like if this was him taking it easy.

But despite my exhaustion, I loved every second of it. The intensity, the connection, the sheer ecstasy of being with him—every moment was seared into my memory. And now, as I lay there, barely able to keep myself from screaming with the lingering pleasure, I couldn't help but crave more.

{Hello, I'm Night—apologies for the interruption. But this is as far as I can go [cough... cough...cough... My hands were itching to write the full scene, but I couldn't turn this book into an A-rated one. Oh, how I wish I could! I've been toying with the idea of creating a separate book just for all the spicy chapters, but only if there's interest from you all. If not, I'll drop the idea.] Remember, you never saw what I wrote... shush...}

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Word count:- 3300

Hello, my lovely readers, I hope you all are doing well

Here, is the 45th chapter of my book

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Date:- 1/09/2024