A Touch of Frost

A Touch of FrostKim CormackHarlequin® Nocturne™ Pitch In the night; his tortured dreams of her,would always begin the same. He would awaken cursing his heart for allowing the memories to sneak inside of his mind. These memories were buried for a reason; the aching in his soul had been unbearable for many more years than he could even begin to count.
She was always nearby, with no memory of the years they loved with beautiful desperation. What this had done to his heart; he could not possibly begin to explain. He ached to reach out and touch her; taste her, feel her soft silken skin beneath him.
Manuscript  In the night;  his tortured dreams of her, they would always begin the same. He would awaken cursing his heart for allowing the memories to sneak inside of his mind; taunting him with what could never be. These memories were buried for a reason; the aching in his soul had been unbearable for many more years than he could even begin to count.
She was always nearby, with no recollection of their time together; no memories of the years they loved with beautiful desperation. What this had done to his heart; he could not possibly begin to explain. Most nights, she slept so close by, he could almost reach out and touch her; taste her, feel her soft silken skin beneath him.  Then, he would take a deep breath; and will the feelings to stay buried deep within his heart. Frost could stay hardened against her presence on most days. It was during the daylight hours his memories would sneak up on him; resurfacing in simple moments, such as the sweet pungent scent of a woman after she was freshly taken; or perhaps even the slightest touch of someone moving past him in a crowd. In his one thousand years of immortal debauchery; he often wondered how many children he had fathered, before the use of birth control. He would often see people in a crowd, and wonder if he had any relation tthem. Frost was Ankh and they had been his clan; his makeshift family, and his only salvation through the never ending span of time. Frost was the most beautiful specimen of manhood on the planet. He had the dark chiseled perfection of a god; with the sarcastic naughty wit that attracted women like flies. This was his special gift. He was completely irresistible in every way. Women’s undergarments would simply drop right off, as he walked by; through no fault of his own. Frost was one of the original children of Ankh.
He could remember the exact moment that his life was changed forever. The moments before he had laid eyes on the irresistible vixen that would torture his soul and blind his heart for well over a thousand years. Almost a thousand years had passed, before he was able to block her from his heart. It was sad; that it took a thousand years to push her far enough down, that he could find joy in daily life again. He could not seem to manage to block her from popping into the stray memories that resurfaced randomly; allowing that still lingering piece of her within him, to give him a sharp stab.
Frost awoke to the stirring sounds of the barnyard animals. Feeling the ground beneath him; he knew he lay on a bed of dirt. Having a brief moment of clarity before he squinted, his eyes open to see the flowing silken hair, strewn across toned olive skin; belonging to the random girl that he had defiled the night before. Defiled was the only word quite appropriate for how he took a woman. He had not meant to stay all night with her; she would definitely find some way to romanticize their brief -although extremely pleasurable- encounter. Frost always had taken the road farthest from complicated situations.  He sat up and gingerly crept across his unnamed dirt mate. He needed to grab his clothes; and get the hell out of here. His sinewy abdomen muscles; sleek with the remnants of the steamy night, before he grazed her back.
His robe was just far enough out of his reach that, in his still intoxicated state; he fell directly on top of his beautiful, naked hay mate. In that second; realising that there had been two of them not just one, his eyes followed the feet lying next to the dark beauty beside him. He followed the silky legs, down to the naked buttocks of a beautiful blonde. He couldn’t see her hair; so he guessed for it was his usual M.O. After all; variety was the spice of life.
 He was accosted by chocolate brown eyes as he fell. They opened and she smiled; he could read her mind. The blonde at his feet had awoken as he fell, and she sat up. She was a pretty one too; he guessed nobody would be getting emotionally attached to him if there were two.  Alright, he thought as they crawled towards him; One more for the road.
He was a soldier; sadly, not a soldier for honor or country. Frost was immortal. He was a soldier, because he enjoyed being allowed to kill people. He also enjoyed the no effort perks that came with that place in society. Frost had become accustomed to the women, the wine, and the endless party; that was his immortal carefree existence. Knowing that he could not die; made him a hero in others eyes. He could run into the most insane situations, looking like he had balls of steel. He was so young during his first battle; yet, he did not look young at all. He was all, rippling muscles and chiseled features; when boys at his age were supposed to be skinny and waifish.  He could still remember; waking up on the battlefield for the first time, to the sound of a sizzling hiss and a stomach churning; stench of soldier’s corpses broiling inside their armor in the dessert sun. He was only thirteen years of age, as he looked back now; he was impressed that he managed to keep his shit together, as he removed the coins from his eyes; and scrambled to his feet. He stood in a sea of bloody, vile smelling; dismembered corpses, cooking in the sun.
 Until the first time you die; the feeling of power cannot be explained. He wandered out of the field, past the walls; leading into the city in full armor. The sweltering heat of the blazing sun had been cooking him from within his protective shell. He was unharmed; his wounds had healed and his ego was ready to explode from his encasement. Frost became a legend; a god-like, indestructible warrior for Greece. Frost had been taken into the army at only nine years of age. At thirteen he became a man. He realised very soon, that the more he had the love of a woman; the more powerful he became. It was just a shame, that he had never had the ability to love one back. Frost was now twenty years old; a hardened warrior, and a womanizing legend. Tales of his exploits had reached even his brothers; whose similar abilities remained hidden from society.



 After an extremely pleasurable morning, and a day of travelling; he found himself requiring a bath, before he made an appearance at his family home. So a dip in the river would definitely be in order. The sky was black; only a few stars, trickled across the skyline. A strange night; the moon was full, and leaving a glimmering pathway across the dark water. Nobody would ever know he was there. Frost took his loin cloth off, to reveal his chiseled abs; and tight toned to perfection torso. Standing on the bluff, overlooking the river; he could see something utterly breathtaking on the far side of the shore.
The moon lit a magical pathway across the river. This pathway, led to the silhouette of a girl. Her soft curves; unlike anything he had ever seen. She was some kind of mythical creature; created from his own imagination, his deepest darkest most lustful sordid dreams. It was intoxicating; this vision of subtle hips, thighs and silky wavy black hair. She wasn’t naked, but with her soaking wet, short white kalasiris; she might as well have been. He had to get a closer look at her. He dove naked, into the water and swam towards her.
Lily had been down at the water that night; seriously contemplating trying to kill herself. If there was ever a time; it would be right now. She had agreed to marry someone to hurt someone else. Out of jealousy, or stupidity, she had not quite figured it out; but her father would not let her back out on her word. She would have to wait for the next life; for a touch of happiness. She had an undeniable attraction to Tiberius; but she had feared that his lust for her had nothing to do with love. She had found herself, being caught in his dark and sinful games of control. She was now being forced to marry his older brother Thorne, whom she had no attraction to whatsoever. She had foolishly agreed to marry him to prove a point to his brother. The point was that it was her and her alone that controlled her destiny. It had backfired; for now her destiny was to be in a loveless marriage with a man she thought of as a brother. Lily craved excitement, danger she always had needed it as if it were air. There would be no point in attempting her death today; for she knew she was an immortal.
Lily was seventeen, and this was extremely old to be unmarried. Lily was the most beautiful woman that anyone had ever laid eyes on. Her shapely figure and lush raven hair completed with the most amazing green eyes. She had full, naturally crimson lips, and sexuality that seemed to secrete from her pores. It drove mortal and immortal men alike completely insane… literally. Lily had to stay hidden away on the family property. She was never allowed to go into the city for any reason. When anyone passed through; she had to be hidden completely.  Her father Markus was trying to protect her. If she remained unmarried, it would cause suspicion and temptation. Suspicion led to fear; and fear to killing in this day. The men wanted her, and all of the women immediately felt the urge to kill her.  She knew that there was more to this sudden forced marriage; but dared not ask for fear of the answer. There had been word of violent slayings of immortal children across the countryside for weeks now. She wondered if her existence would always be this small. Sometimes she felt like no more than a lovely bird in a cage; awaiting the door to be accidentally left open so she could escape. She could picture herself now; flying off into the horizon finally free.
Lily came up for air, the white material from her kalasiris clinging to her curves; leaving very little to the imagination.  As opened her eyes, she saw something so magnificent it stole her breath right from her chest. A man stood on the bluff. She could only see his form from where she was; but she could feel a instant magnetic pull towards him, a pull that was almost uncontrollable. Lily fought the urge to start swimming in his direction as he dove into the water. The shimmering pathway of moonlight, made his form visible as it sliced into the water at the bottom of the cliff. Droplets of shining glittering water, exploded around him; as if to heighten the excitement of their meeting. A part of her, wanted to get out of the water and run away; it was what she should do, but she couldn’t move. She was frozen in place. Her soul simply would not let her move.
The closer he came towards her, the more her spirit cried out for freedom. He was her freedom; she could sense it. She could feel adrenaline coursing through her body as he grew closer. This dark man had caused this strange reaction within her.  She knew he could attack her when he reached her; perhaps take her by force. She still could not move a muscle. Her heart just would not let her body move an inch. The closer he came to her; the tighter her chest became, her most private parts seemed to catch fire. Burning, with such immense moist heat; it took her breath away as he stood up, only about ten feet from her. She felt a primal pull towards this man that was impossible to fight.
She didn’t care if she was getting married. She didn’t care about anything but the possibility that he would close the feet between them, and finish what his mere presence had started.

Frost stood about ten feet from the most exquisite creature that he had ever laid eyes on. She could not even be real. She must be a figment of his imagination; for he had never seen anyone like her. He felt a gravitational strength; pull towards her as though she were the female version of him. She was just like him; he thought, as he took a step towards her, staring at her nipples; almost painfully erect through that thin white dress she was wearing. Oh, he was going to do things to her that would make her squeal with pleasure. He thought, as he came closer, they had yet to speak; but for some reason, words seemed completely unnecessary. They stared at each other as primal animals driven simply by lust; without a thought of repercussions, or anything in the realm of sanity.  She took a step towards him, biting her lip as if trying to stop what was completely inevitable. Frost closed the space between them.
“Who are you?” he whispered, as he ran his fingers through the back of her hair; cupping her head with the palm of his hand. He pulled her close to him; they paused their lips a breath apart. His body pressed against hers; he wasn’t wearing anything, she could feel his rock hard manhood between her legs. This moment was everything that she had ever been looking for.  She didn’t even know his name, who he was, or if she would ever see him again. She could not bring herself to pull away in shock; even in her virginal state. She had been involved in some extremely heavy petting with Tiberius; but had never let him have her. Yet in this moment, with a loveless emotionally void marriage only days away; she was going to embrace it all. Her eyes said an unspoken yes, as she touched Frosts cheek and her lips melted into his. His tongue danced across hers; sending ripples of indescribable pleasurable bliss.  Lily wrapped her legs around Frost as he walked her towards the shore, through the shallow water, to the sand where he laid her down. Stopping for a moment; he whispered, “You are the most beautiful thing I have ever laid eyes on.”
“Who are you?” he questioned; his voice husky with passion.
 “Does it matter who I am?” Lily responded softly.
“Not really,” He spoke sweetly with a dimpled grin; and touching her soft cheek. Trailing his finger to her chin, he tilted her face upwards towards him.
Frost found himself lost in her eyes, in the touch of her silky olive skin. He could hear the racing of her pulse. He couldn’t take it anymore. As he entered; she gasped in pain.  He could tell then, that she had been a virgin. He felt a mix of guilt and something resembling pride. He had been the one to make her a woman; it made him try to control himself a touch, so he didn’t hurt her. Her quiet gasps and mews of pleasure began to drive him over the edge. He had to make sure he wasn’t leaving her unfulfilled; this was different, she was different.  He was always in control when it came to sex; and there was no way to control himself now, as he exploded within her. She grabbed his hair; climaxing at the same time. They lay slick with sweat, on the shore line, in each other’s arms; stunned, by the power of their union. Looking into each other’s eyes both brilliant green with passion. She was like him; she was immortal as well, he had been fighting the pull of his heart, to start whispering silly things. Crazy human things, he never had said to anyone. Utterly insane things like declaring his love for her, without ever even knowing her name.
“Who are you?” he whispered again, touching her face and trailing a finger across her bottom lip. Even this; made her want to start again. She moved, tightening around him; causing him to forget what he had even been saying, as they started making love all over again. This time; she climaxed, over and over again, rolling over on top of him and taking control.  They both began to completely lose control; crying out with pleasure as they finished. This went on all night between them. As the sun was coming up, Frost opened his eyes; squinting, in the brightness of the rising sun. He felt happiness, even something resembling joy; for the very first time, at the thought of this girl sleeping angelically in his arms.  He shut his eyes again, hoping for one more second of this feeling that had lit up his soul.
Lily awoke with a start; realising if she wasn’t back before breakfast, it would be noticed for sure.
She slept in Frosts arms; it was heavenly. The whole night, had been so amazing; she was simply in awe of him. He was so stunning, male physical perfection in every way. The smell of his skin, made her want to forget that anyone passing by, could see them in the light of day. They could probably be seen from window of the house from here. Frost opened his eyes, to find her scrambling for the almost dry kalasiris. He found himself almost offended, as he remembered that she obviously would be missed by breakfast.
“Do I even get your name?” he called after her; as she ran away from him up the embankment.
“Lily,” She yelled back smiling.” My name is Lily. I have to go; I will never forget you!”
She ran up the hill, as Frost thought, oh shit, I just slept with my brothers’ virgin bride.
Frost had heard, through the grapevine; of his brother Thorne’s impending marriage to Lily. He remembered her a tiny bit; they had played together as children. He had not been home in a long time; years in fact. He had left when he was nine years of age to train as a soldier. He was twenty-one now.  Frost healed quickly in battle; so he had always taken crazy chances, pushing the envelope of decency as far as it could go. Oh, who the hell was he kidding? When Frost looked back on his life; he quite realized that he licked, stamped, and mailed, his decency away; long before he was even a teenager. He had been killed by many an outraged husband; only to awaken just before he was buried or burned. He found himself becoming stronger by the day; and with each trip back from death, it was as though he became more dependent on his powers. Frost did remember the moment when he realised that he needed to use sex to replenish his abilities. He never felt stronger, than he did after he had finished playing dark games with a woman.
Today, there was an explanation for how he felt; there was a mix of the blinding power from their union, and heart wrenching agony over his actions. He had never slept with another immortal before, and it had been remarkable to say the least.
This girl was going to cause some serious complications in his easy existence. He was enthralled by every move that she had made last night. It was if there had been no choice; she was a beautiful, soaking wet, water nymph; standing waist deep in tepid water.
 Why in the hell had she slept with him, only a few days before her wedding? He knew the answer to that already; what had happened between them was so much bigger than anything that could be tamed or controlled. They had no choice, from the second that they saw each other; they were finished. The passion between them was uncontrollable; it was unstoppable. He wondered if it was indestructible; because he was almost excited to read her expression, as he showed up in the center of her wedding preparations.