Behind My Legal Mate

Without warning, he took her hands and stepped into the enchanting world beyond.

With each step, Fiona felt the weight of reality slipping away, replaced by an intoxicating mix of wonder and uncertainty. The ice beneath her feet was solid yet surreal, humming with an energy that sent shivers through her body. The very air crackled with unseen magic, urging her to surrender to the unknown.

For the first time in a long time, Fiona felt truly alive.

"What adventures await me here?" she mused, her breath visible in the cold, her heart pounding with something dangerously close to excitement.

"Just be quiet," Phoenix's voice cut through the moment, low and commanding. He stepped closer, the space between them charged with unspoken tension.

Fiona met his gaze, amusement flickering in her eyes as she slipped her hands free from his grasp. "You can't just take me from my home," she countered, her voice steady despite the whirlwind of emotions stirring inside her.

Phoenix smirked. "Oh, but I already have."

"Surprises are best when savored," Phoenix murmured, his warm palm gently covering her eyes. A teasing smirk played on his lips as he whispered, "Trust me."

When he pulled his hand away, Fiona's breath hitched. Before her, an enchanting ice rink stretched under the moon's silver glow, the surface shimmering like stardust. The crisp night air carried a hush of mystery, and for a moment, time itself seemed to pause.

"Shall we?" Phoenix extended his hand, his golden eyes glinting with mischief.

Fiona hesitated, her heart fluttering. "I've never skated before," she admitted, glancing around. "And why is no one else here?"

Phoenix's smirk deepened. "Because I am the Lord here," he said, his confidence intoxicating.

Realization dawned. "I'm in Redlunar," she whispered, a mix of excitement and wariness creeping into her voice.

As she took a tentative step forward, her balance wavered. Before she could fall, Phoenix caught her effortlessly, pulling her against him. His arms were firm, steady—unshakable.

"Careful," he murmured, his voice a low vibration against her skin. "Just move with me. Let me guide you."

The world around them faded as they glided onto the ice. With each step, Fiona's nerves melted into exhilaration, her body beginning to flow with the unseen rhythm that surrounded them, the music of the night wrapping around them like a whispered spell.Phoenix watched her, captivated, and then pulled her into a warm embrace from behind. "Let's dance together," he whispered, his breath sending shivers down her spine as he nibbled on her earlobe.

They moved in perfect harmony, the world around them fading into nothingness. Phoenix pressed soft, heated kisses along her neck, each touch igniting a fire within her. He turned her to face him, their eyes locking in a magnetic connection that felt electric. His hands caressed her face, his fingers tracing her jawline as he leaned in, capturing her lips with a passionate kiss that deepened with every heartbeat. Time stood still as they lost themselves in each other, the ice beneath them forgotten, their souls intertwining in a dance that was theirs alone.

"Is this really the best day of your life, Fiona?" Phoenix teased, a smirk playing on his lips. His gaze lingered on her, dark and unreadable, yet laced with something undeniable—admiration, desire, something deeper.

"I'm glad to hear that," he added, his voice softer now. Then, after a pause, "How old are you?"

"Eighteen," she answered, her tone steady despite the sudden shift in the air between them.

Phoenix cupped her face, his fingers trailing over her skin, igniting a warmth that spread through her like wildfire. "I can't stop looking at you," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "Since our first encounter, these eyes of yours… they've held me captive. What did you do to me?"

Fiona's breath hitched, her pulse quickening at his words. "You've been on my mind too, Jade," she murmured, her fingers grazing his wrist as she leaned in. "Your touch, your kisses… the way you make me feel sets something inside me ablaze. Can we make this our love story?"

Without breaking eye contact, she pressed a kiss to his palm, her lips lingering, her silent plea hanging between them like an unspoken promise.

Fiona stirred awake to the rhythmic beat of music, her gaze settling on Phoenix as he worked out, his muscles flexing with each controlled movement, glistening under a sheen of sweat. A mischievous smirk tugged at her lips as she silently slipped out from under the sheets, bare and unapologetic.

Without hesitation, she straddled his back as he pushed himself up in a steady push-up. Her fingers traced slow, teasing patterns across his shoulders, eliciting a sharp inhale from him. "You don't want to walk today, do you?" he murmured, his breath even despite her distractions.

Fiona leaned closer, her lips grazing his ear. "I feel very energized this morning," she purred. "And after last night's wild round, I wouldn't mind spending it all on you."

The air between them grew heavy, charged with unspoken need. With deliberate slowness, she reached for the thread binding his hair, tugging it free. Dark strands tumbled around his face as her fingers brushed his scalp. "Don't say I didn't warn you," she whispered.

In a flash, Phoenix flipped her onto the floor beneath him, his body pressing dangerously close but not yet touching. The hunger in his eyes sent a delicious shiver down her spine. "I do two hundred push-ups every day," he murmured, his voice dark with promise. "I've only done fifty. I plan to finish the rest—with you." He smirked, a wicked gleam in his gaze. "No breaks. No pleading. Got it?"

Fiona's pulse pounded, anticipation burning through her veins. She met his stare, her lips curling into a playful smile.

"Yes, my Lord," she whispered, surrendering to the fire between them.