Page 167 of Wicked Prince of Frost

Joon growls and bites my neck hard enough to leave teeth marks but not to bruise. His mouth licks and sucks where he bit, soothing the area that is now just tender enough to send bolts of pleasure to my core, making it all the sweeter.

The fire within me coils, winding impossibly tight. And with one more thrust, it breaks. Wave after wave of pleasure washes over me. I cry out, and he consumes the sound with his mouth just as he consumes my body with his. And then he moans as he finds his release, his pleasure, mixing with mine.

We chose this connection, first out of desperation, then gladly once more, because it is what we want—a decision made without the influence of outside forces. We cling to each other as we always have, but this time we will not let go. Our paths were never intended to cross, but by some twist of fate, they did.

I faced more danger helping Joon break the curse than anything else I’ve done in my life, but I have never been safer than every second I have been at his side.

We were always capable of surviving. Fear blinded us for so long, but together, we were able to become who we needed to be for ourselves. To embrace our strength and determination, and face the curse head-on.

Neither the bargain nor the bond was ever necessary. Only the chance to offer kindness and treat the other as equals, to approach with open hearts and open arms, wrapping each other in compassion that was freely given, not needing to be earned.

Our paths have merged into one we will walk together. Both of us stronger than we could ever be apart. Together, we can overcome anything.