we built this city on broken glass

There was something beyond satisfying about that first roll of his hips and that moan that fell from her as he entered her. That pleasure was immense. Her body utter heaven as far as he was concerned. Her figure more exquisite than any he had ever known and one the stallion was content to relish in with each movement. He strove to steal those sounds from her, to feel her body come apart around him while taking his own pleasure from it in turn. How good sex could be so endlessly surprised him. Yet, he had so promised her a riding lesson, hadn't he? That promise hardly forgotten as his hand stilled upon her hip, encouraging those motions to slow even if only for a moment before his hands positioned themselves in a new way, Frost pulling Nadya closer against him before abruptly rolling them, placing himself beneath her. His own back flat upon that bed, allowing himself to remain within Nadya while affording her that control to rest atop him. That new position affording him a far greater depth as that groan of satisfaction clawed at the back off his own throat. God but she felt good.

Her hands reached down to brace upon his chest, that feel of her fingers running over that toned physique all the more pleasurable as his own hand rested upon her hip once more, encouraging that rhythm. His own eyes so briefly fluttered closed, Frost embracing those sensations her body was capable of giving him before that feeling of her hands saw his gaze flicker open once more. The stallion incapable of stopping that groan at the sight of her hands running across her own body, her fingers tangling within her hair before dropping lower to tease at those soft swells upon her chest he had lavished his attention on before. The mere sight of that seeing his pace increase all the more with that simple want. The sound of his name, his real name, one he so rarely ever heard only adding to that moment. To hear it fall from her lips was so undeniably sexy. His mind easily finding her own in those moments, that closeness and connection so allowing his affinity to near effortlessly allow him that knowledge of her own thoughts, of just where to touch and when, of just how to move to bring her to that very peak of pleasure.

His breathing was near as laboured as her own. His own pleasure only magnified by that touch of her own thoughts until her desire blended with his own. Frost hardly sure where his thoughts began and her own ended and yet there was something divine about that in turn. Her hands found his chest again in those moments, her hips becoming more erratic, Frost distinctly aware off his own rapid heartbeat in that moment as Nadya found that pleasurable high, Frost content to follow her but a mere second later.

"God, Naja."

They were the only words he was capable off in that singular moment, the movement of his hips steadily slowing now before finally stilling, that thin layer of sweat clinging to his figure as his breathing continued that erratic pattern and his heart raced within his chest and yet it was a perfect sort of tiredness. His body was utterly sated as Nadya's fingers eased their hold on his chest, the woman leaning down to afford him that kiss he eagerly accepted, one hand leaning up to tangle in her hair as she did, drawing that kiss out all the more before at last releasing her. His girlfriend rolled easily from him then and onto her side, her fingers reaching up to trace those patterns upon his chest he hardly made an effort to dissuade her from as one arm folded behind his own head in that moment of blissful relaxation. If only he could be this spent all the time, perhaps he would be far less inclined to cause have the trouble he did. The idea alone seeing that smile tug at his lips before that singular thought seemed to flutter through. I love you. His own gaze flicked more fully open, Frost stilling slightly, that thought Nadya's own, passing through her thoughts and to his own though she surely hardly knew. Those words never finding her lips and yet the thought had existed all the same- even if she hardly made an effort to voice it. Frost almost waiting for that admittance to fall from her and yet, for now at least, she chose to keep that idea within her own mind. A place he should hardly have been prying.

His own features remained free of any concern. Frost decidedly good at keeping those internal thoughts within himself and yet he had hardly anticipated that.....feeling that seemed to come with those words. It was an emotion he hardly recognised, some combination off....shock and fear at that idea. She wasn't supposed to love him. Love so had a way off...ruining things, of becoming eclipsing, of becoming far more dangerous than anything else ever was and yet- somewhere within that tangle of emotion he simply could not place some part of him almost....liked the sound of it. Some part of him taking some solace in that notion. Nadya the only being in all the world to ever...think those words outside off his own mother. That someone might love him was....unlike anything he had ever felt before. A part of the stallion almost disappointed she had not voiced those words and yet a part of him feared she would do just that. Was he not supposed to say it back? Was he even ready to say it? He had never said those three words in the entirety of his life. Love...destroyed things and yet how stealthily it had snuck up on him. How long had it been here and he had hardly known? God this was why he had given up on those emotions so long ago. He knew he loved her, he had for a long time and yet it had merely taken her to think those words to push them to the forefront of his mind and that realization. His own eyes widening slightly. She made no effort to voice them though and for now- Frost was content to leave those thoughts where they lay while his own mind continued to turn over that realization within himself. The stallion only now seeming to realise he was staring at her still.

Her words finally seemed to break his concentration, his violet gaze fluttering down to her own then. Frost leaning silently forward to press his lips to her own once more in a final, stolen kiss. Abrupt though it was. That kiss, perhaps, something of an answer to a statement never said and yet for now he merely allowed that simper to find his lips as his breathing struggled to return to something far more normal.

"I think that can arranged."

He uttered softly. The equine shifting then to roll onto his stomach, his head resting in his hand in an almost boyish gesture as he regarded the woman beside him. How complicated this love business was and yet....how clear it made other things. Even if a part of him was still inclined to deny it, to refuse to admit that truth to himself all the same. Frost allowing one long finger to wrap about a single curl of her dark hair, twisting it gently about almost absentmindedly. His own hair falling back over his eyes now. His voice soft all the same.

"You are going to have to learn to ride properly too, if you intend on returning to Iceland with me. The depth of the snow and ice we will face is far to much for your Panther form to manage, the temperatures too cold. Besides, if we are breaking in to a Werehorse facility I think riding is a prerequisite. No one uses the riding school in the south at night. I've broken in before, I can do it again easily. The riding arena has soft ground in case you fall. You need to learn, Nadya. I can find you a smaller horse if im too big for you to handle."

It might have been an innuendo. Maybe. Frost letting one eye lift slightly even despite the seriousness off that offer still. That touch of amusement lingering behind his words all the same.

"How does Saturday night sound for your first lesson? Malia should be home to sit with the twins for an hour or so."

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