Lord of Fire,Lady of Ice(146)

Della froze at Brant’s mischievous smile. “What would you do to him?”

“Methinks I will not have to punish him much at all. I will make it conditional upon his receiving Blackwell that he brings us home a wife. That will be punishment enough.” Brant leaned down to kiss his wife more fully.

“Punishment?” Della said against his parted lips, pretending to be offended.

“Yea.” Brant fingered a lock of her damp hair. “But if it is given by those pink lips, I would gladly die by such punishment, for it is most sweet.”

“It would seem your fire has melted my ice after all.” Della rubbed her hands through his dirty hair, moaning softly as his fingers rested possessively on her stomach. She placed her hand over his, leaning up to sprinkle his face with kisses.

“Wife?” Brant asked in between kisses.

“Yea, husband,” Della answered, completely enamored by him and awed by the strength of his gentle presence.

“Do you think you could untie me now?” He chuckled against her mouth.

Della fervently shook her head, denying his request as she continued to kiss him. “Sorry, my love, but you will forever remain my fiery captive.”

“Yea, my sweet princess. Forever.”