Page 53 of Let It Snow
His eyes burn faintly with a violet glow. His breath comes quick, his lips parted. He looks beautiful, white strands falling around his face. I have this absurd thought: he has to bemine.
Mine!
That’s exactly the kind of man I want, hot, sexy, magical. Sorcerer. Mysterious.
Then, the next shock: the pain is gone. With his body against mine, every bit of ache vanishes.
He was right, after all. The fog in my mind clears too, the suffocating weight of it lifting.
It’s almost euphoric.
My amnesia is… gone.
Freedom!
I burst out laughing and shake his face lightly between my hands.
"I could kill you, you know?" I laugh like a maniac. "In a second, I could turn you into dust, shatter every cell of your body into a billion red drops! And maybe I should, because you’re another sorcerer." I tilt my head. "I heard once that in the oceans our ancestors lived in, sorcerers killed each other endlessly, fighting for power, wiping out rivals to become the strongest."
Since my memory is back in full, I remember everything. The books, the articles, the legends about our kind. I remember who I am.
Snow looks at me in some strange mix of awe, amusement, maybe also euphoria. That’s his reaction to my madness?
His lips curve into a smile.
I pout. "Snow, don’t laugh! I’m not who you think I am. You don’t know anything about me. I’m a shapeshifter; what you’re seeing isn’t the real me."
He’s quiet for a while. But the subtle smile at the corner of his mouth just doesn’t want to disappear, and his gaze drops to my lips.
He tilts his head slightly and whispers so quietly it's like a gust of wind from afar. "Good. That’s not my real form either."
And then, without hesitating, he leans in, and his mouth catches mine.
I freeze in shock.
No one has ever kissed me before.
This is my first kiss. I know that now.
What happened with Anzo never involved kissing. I realize too that in some ways, I’m still a kind of virgin, if that’s even possible.
Anzo never penetrated me.
He forced me… to penetrate him. Yes, that way around. Unreal.
So this kiss… it’s a whole new part of my reality. The soft touch of his mouth against mine. I sink into it, part my lips, and let him in. I let myself float away for a moment, think of nothing but this feeling, sweet, sensual, exciting all at once. Snow tastes fresh, like mint. I dive into pleasure…
His hands slide down my back, soothing and thrilling at the same time.
Dear Fate, it feels so good.
But no. I can’t lose myself in this, not now. There are things I need to know.
"How do you do it? How did you take away the pain? The block, the fog in my mind?"
Oh, Fate! How wonderful it is to speak without pain. No pushing out the words anymore. They just flow.
"Not forever. When you pull away, it’ll return."
