He could almost feel the nervousness within the woman as she stood with her back to him. The very nature of his species made him attuned to it and yet why she might be nervous in allowing him to see those slender lines of her figure he hardly knew. Frost allowing the violet of his gaze to drift easily down her form as that dress pooled at her feet, his own affinity readily engaged to chase that chill from the air about her and too- because he knew well how she liked that touch of warmth he was capable of offering her even despite the decided coolness of his personality at large. She pressed closer to him the moment that heat embraced her figure, Frost unable to prevent that simper of satisfaction that crept onto his own lips even as those words fell from hers. The young woman turning to face him then with that request for a contract of sorts. His thoughts hardly lingered upon that proposed piece of paper long, that sight of the woman within her lingerie entirely enough to distract his thoughts towards a singular purpose. Contracts meant little to him right now. Business had all but been forgotten as a distinctly different want settled upon him. One he had not partaken off in far to long and one he had rarely engaged within entirely off his own free will and with a being he alone was attracted to so simply for who she was.

That thin fabric clung to her figure in all the right places, that want stirring readily within him and yet, ever the gentleman the stallion so attempted to respond to her words first, the man agreeing to writing down whatever it was she desired from him even if he was assured it was a futile effort. Tetradore would do nothing more than tear the paper apart, Frost hardly inclined to do anything different were he given such a thing and yet if words scrawled upon a page would appease his girlfriend- then so be it. Frost assured those details could be argued later, just as he was equally assured her state of undress was designed to have his own thoughts become tangled. As if she believed she might be able to coax what she desired from him, Frost entirely aware of her actions and yet he hardly saw any need to argue against them. Why should he? That stallion merely assuring her he knew of them all the same. Her lips pressed softly to his bare chest, earning the woman soft exhale at that fleeting touch, Frost moving to close whatever distance still existed between them then as his lips crushed to her own far more hungrily then they had before. The taste of her and too- the way she returned that gesture only seeing his touch increase as his hands slid easily down her svelte figure. Frost lifting her effortlessly and suddenly upward a moment later. That soft gasp of surprise tugging that simper to his own lips as her limbs wrapped around his waist.

He was aware, vaguely, of the arm that wrapped about his shoulders, her free hand tangling in the wealth of his snowy hair. A soft sound of pleasure at that touch stirring within his throat before his lips pulled softly from her own, pressed now to that sensitive silken flesh of her neck, teasing a pleasurable pattern down that skin. The way her neck shifted only to offer all the more of herself to him was nothing other than satisfying. Frost content to take every part of her that might be offered tonight. Surely they had both waited long enough. If she was to be his then he intended to have her as his in every way. The man craving her body entirely, that desire pressed all the more by that breathy moan he managed to coax from within her. Her form shifted lightly, her teeth nipping at his shoulder before brushing over those marks with her lips in a wealth of sensation, that near whispered request merely seeing the equine smile against the skin of her neck. A genuine smile- even if ended against her skin.

"Haltu á mig."

Those Icelandic words fell from is lips unbidden. Frost not truly aware he had deviated from English in any sense, the man shifting slightly, assuring she held firmly to his neck and waist before one hand slid softly up her back, catching the clasp of that bra. His fingers moved smoothly, removing it with a practised ease before allowing her to shift within his arms and let it fall to the floor. That feel of skin on skin far more satisfying to him now as he carried her those bare few steps towards the bed- laying her down atop those covers before leaning over her now. His lips returned to her own, stealing another kiss from them as his hands ran along her sides, enjoying the silken feel of her skin, his fingers paused at the hemline of those undergarments he was assured were in his way and yet merely allowed his fingers to tease the outside off for now. His breath had quickened readily as he pulled again from her lips, his own pressed to her collarbone, her chest, working a pattern downward to explore those newly uncovered parts of her figure. That hesitation no longer touching him in any sense. Frost determined to relish in every part of her, to appreciate every curve and line of her figure. It was subtle, that first touch of her thoughts within his own mind, Frost unaware he had been reaching for it in any sense and yet, perhaps, it was their simply closeness in that moment that saw her thoughts touch his own like faints whispers, his hand shifting slightly, fulfilling that want perhaps she even hardly knew she had. Frost moving to touch just as she seemed to desire he did. An entirely new use for his affinity becoming all the more clear. Those carnal wants of her form so readily responded to the near moment she considered them.....


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