Nadya Tetradore

The boldness that took over the young woman was only encouraged by Frost's initiation of the kiss and bringing her closer to his frame of his own accord. When she had brought him to the seaside inn she had anticipated to simply heal him enough to make it home before leaving him to fend for himself once more. What was developing was far more intimate than that. Their endless banter and dancing around each other was at long last unfurling. The position Nadya took straddling Frost, feeling his hands gently cupping her face just seemed...right. Through the haze of the kiss Nadya felt the alluring heat of his power sink into her causing her muscles to relax. She would forever be unable to deny that comfort that his heat ability brought, wanting to press ever so closer to that source of warmth. When only the need for air dictated their separation Nadya was left with her heart hammering and attempting to grasp onto coherent thought. It was the confusion an unknowing of what was going on between them that was the first thing and couldn't help but finally ask. She had heard from others about Frost's intention towards her but had always dismissed it. It was hearing it directly from Frost that finally sunk the reality of it and caused her heart to still as she looked down into those sapphire eyes.

Nadya lacked the stallion's telepathy so like many others relied on observance in order to tell what others were feeling. She could tell there was uncertainty there in the depths of his eyes and the careful grip on her waist. She had perhaps given him reason due to her actions in the past to make him believe she would flee as soon as he voiced his feelings on what this was. If there was one thing Nadya knew about Frost it was that he was a very guarded person and letting down that mask to show the real him and show those emotions was not easy feat...and not one he did for just anyone. It made those words he spoke even more meaningful than an outside person would perhaps understand. The young woman bit at her lip momentarily as her mind raced from his declaration, "I have Micah and Izzy; I can't just leave them." Surely he didn't mean for her to bring the twins- they weren't his after all. It was practically unheard of for an Alpha to allow another man's children to be around if he was interested in the mother.

She also hadn't forgotten about her request to know his real name. When they had first met Frost had told her real names weren't just handed out and she had respected that and moved on. Now, however, here they were in a much more intimate position that she felt it was only right to know if they were going to continue down this path. Nadya gathered her hair over one shoulder in attempt to tame the veil it was caring around them and nodded to Frost's request to keep his name private. "I understand." She could respect that request, having something that only she could call him even if in private stirred something within her as well. Nadya was surprised though didn't pull away when Frost leaned up to grace his lips across the skin she had exposed from her sloping shoulder knit sweater when moving her hair out of the way. Her eyes fluttered shut at the pleasure that his simple touch sparked and tilted her head to grant him further access should he desire it.

Nadya brought one hand up to graze her fingers up along his back to weave through the platinum blond locks at the back of his head in encouragement of his attention. Reflexively Nadya shifted back to brace their new position, rolling her hips firmly in experimentation against him in the process and bringing a breathy sigh from her lips, "Ríkarður..." While she was no native, Nadya's ability to flit between English and Spanish meant her muscle memory wasn't set to any one particular language and thus allowed her to easily learn others. The fire that had grown from embers at the feeling of his hands and lips gracing her skin was one entirely different than what she had experienced before. It was exhilarating and scary at the same time. There was a part of her that never wanted this to end though, this bubble that they existed within at this moment with the world outside and all its trouble a million miles away. Nothing could last forever though. "You should...get cleaned up..." Slowly her eyes slid open though she didn't move from her position or push him away to stop. He still had blood in his hair and on his now healed body which had surely gotten on her hands from being tangled in those locks and surely ruined her clothes being pressed against him. If he was going to leave the inn to go home he'd have to shower in order not to frighten the town with his appearance.