Her breath hitched.
He released the disruption slowly, just enough for her to move again, but before she could summon ice or shove him away, he caught both her wrists in one hand, pinning them above her head against the rough stone wall.
Lilia struggled immediately, fierce and furious.
Her body twisted against his, legs kicking, trying to knee him, hips bucking to throw him off. Ice crackled faintly along her fingertips, weak sparks that fizzled against his wind barrier.
"Get off me, you filthy commoner," she snarled, teeth bared, eyes blazing with aristocratic rage. "I'll have you expelled for this, I'll—"
Kai silenced her with a kiss, hard and unyielding.
She bit his lip, hard enough to draw blood. He growled, tasting copper, and pressed his body fully against hers, trapping her completely.
The metallic tang only fueled him; he deepened the kiss, tongue forcing past her clenched teeth until she had no choice but to respond or suffocate.
Lilia fought it. She truly fought, twisting her head, clamping her jaw, refusing to yield even an inch. Her breaths came in angry pants through her nose, body rigid with defiance.
But Kai was patient.
He shifted his free hand to her waist, fingers digging into the tight fabric, then lower, cupping the firm curve of her ass and pulling her hips flush against his straining erection.
The friction drew an involuntary gasp from her; her lips parted just enough for his tongue to slip inside.
He kissed her relentlessly, slow now, coaxing rather than conquering. His thumb traced small circles at her hip, teasing the edge of her training pants. Heat built between them, the cold night air forgotten.
Lilia's struggles weakened, bit by bit. Her kicks became half-hearted. The ice sparks at her fingers died completely. A soft, frustrated sound escaped her throat, not quite a moan, not quite a curse.
Kai pulled back just enough to speak against her swollen lips. "Still fighting, princess?"
She glared, chest heaving, but her hips rolled forward once, almost imperceptibly, grinding against him.
He smirked and slid his hand under her top, palm gliding over cool, smooth skin to cup one small, perfect breast.
Her nipple was already a tight peak; when he rolled it between thumb and finger, Lilia's head thumped back against the stone with a sharp inhale.
"No…" she whispered, but the word lacked force.
Kai bent her forward over the waist-high stone barrier before she could rally. She resisted at first, arms straining against his grip, body arching away, but he was stronger.
The cold granite pressed into her stomach; frost bitten air kissed the backs of her thighs as he yanked her pants down just enough to bare her.
Lilia cursed him, voice shaking with fury and something else, legs kicking weakly, trying to clamp shut. But when his fingers slid between her thighs and found her absolutely soaked, a choked sound escaped her.
Kai groaned low in his throat at the slick heat coating his fingers. He teased her slowly, circling her clit, dipping just inside, never quite giving her what her trembling body now craved.
Her struggles faded entirely.
Pride cracked.
Lilia's hips began to rock back against his hand, seeking more. Her breath came in desperate little pants, fogging in the moonlight. "Please…" she whispered at last, so quietly he almost missed it.
"Please what?" he murmured, adding a second finger, curling them just right.
She whimpered, forehead pressing to cold stone, body surrendering completely.
"Please… fuck me."
Kai didn't make her wait any longer.
He freed himself and thrust in to the hilt in one deep stroke.
Lilia cried out, sharp and broken, back arching as her tight heat enveloped him. For a moment she tensed again, overwhelmed, but then pleasure crashed through her resistance like a melting glacier.
He set a steady, punishing rhythm, each thrust dragging over that perfect spot inside her.
Lilia's moans grew louder, unrestrained now, echoing in the empty yard. Her earlier defiance dissolved into desperate need; she pushed back to meet every stroke, fingers clawing at stone, ponytail coming loose as her head thrashed.
The cold night, the frost, the ruined yard, everything faded. There was only heat, friction, the wet sounds of their joining, and Lilia's voice breaking on his name.
When she came, it was sudden and devastating, body seizing, inner walls pulsing around him in hard, rhythmic waves. She sobbed into her forearm, thighs shaking violently, completely undone.
Kai followed moments later, pulling out to spill hot across her lower back and ass, marking pale skin with thick ropes that steamed faintly in the chill air.
They stayed like that for long seconds, both breathing hard, moonlight washing over sweat-slick skin.
Eventually Lilia straightened on unsteady legs, pulling her clothes back into place with trembling fingers. His release slid warm against her skin beneath fabric. Her face was flushed, eyes glassy, lips swollen.
She didn't look at him as she spoke, voice quiet and hoarse.
"This changes nothing."
But the tremor in her tone, the way her body still leaned subtly toward him, told a different story.
Kai tucked himself away, watching her with dark satisfaction.
"We'll see."
She walked away first, steps careful, pride rebuilt piece by shaky piece.
But Kai saw the truth: the ice princess had fought, and lost, and loved every second of surrendering.
She would be back for more.
And he would be waiting.