Thorns of Frost (Fae of Snow & Ice, #2)

by Krista Street

“I’m sorry. I don’t mean to do that. It’s a habit, but I’ll try to be better.”

And suddenly, the thought of being the victor of the Rising Queen Trial, of becoming Norivun’s wife . . . For the first time since I’d learned of my fate, that thought didn’t make me want to run. It made me want to win.

I laid a hand on his chest. His muscles jumped beneath my palm. His chest lifted in a breath that was so deep it seemed to carry the weight of the realm when he released it. He covered my hand with his, then leaned down until his forehead touched mine. “I ache for you, Ilara.”

“I was skin and bones then.” “You were still beautiful. I’ll always find you beautiful, Ilara.” His breath sucked in. “And now, you’re the most gorgeous thing I’ve ever seen. All curves and swells. I could spend eternity giving you pleasure, memorizing every dip and turn of your flesh.”