Page 64 of Let It Snow
It looks like he is sensing something, listening to something far away.
I realize that talking to him about my past in the fortress was suspiciously easy, almost like I was just reporting facts. And I’m pretty sure he helped with that too. His closeness feels like balm for my soul, a buffer between me and the pain tied to the abuse I survived, his energy like a pillow, pleasant, soothing.
"But forced sex is not the only trauma that happened to you; you were treated horribly in so many other aspects, right?" he suddenly says.
I take a deep breath.
"Yes. Now, while touching you, I don’t feel the heaviness of it. But the worst part wasn’t the forced sex. Or even that Anzo kidnapped me, beat me, and shocked me. What got to me was the threat hanging over my family and the risk of revealing my secret. I lived in constant stress and terror. I had to give in or he would either kill them or use my power. I was trapped, hopeless, terrified, day after day…"
Snow strokes my hair gently. "I’m sorry you went through that. I tried to speed up certain… events, believe me. My power allows some of that. But it’s not simple, and I don’t have full training yet. It takes time."
I don’t know what to say. It sounds kinda cryptic.
"Remember, Summer, we don’t have to rush things. We can take it slow, date a little, see where it goes."
I lift my head.
"Snow… but I want this. A date, a walk on the beach. A trip. Now feels like the right time to start… to live. I want normalcy. Even just a taste of it."
He shakes his head and smiles.
"It doesn’t have to be just a taste of normalcy. We can have a real life. I’ve chosen a quiet, ordinary one myself. I don’t need to chase the world; I prefer to live at my own pace, without the rat race, without the drama. I’ve carved out my niche, and I live in it."
I give him a soft smile.
"I one hundred percent get that. That’s how I was raised too, without pressure for success or status. I had my own world, small and safe. I’d like to settle into that kind of regular life. Forever."
"So, it’s a date then? Like two normal people?"
I hesitate. My eyes slip from his face to the glowing tattoos winding across his chest.
"But can we make out a bit first?"
He laughs again, that rare sound. I’m not sure I’ve ever heard him laugh like that before.
"You’re so direct, so endearing, Summer. I was never a fan of long conversations, but with you it’s different. With you, it feels… easy."
We look into each other’s eyes for a moment.
Then he leans down and kisses me again.
His mouth is hungry, thirsty for me, and I open to him, wanting to give myself without fear, to melt into pleasure.
The height difference is so great that he basically has to bend down on his knees, and maybe that’s why he suddenly grabs me around the waist and lifts me up.
Now our bodies are pressed tight. I feel his hardness through his pants, nestled between my thighs.
It’s strange, like there are two parts of me: one vast, wild, unfathomable, and the other just human, craving simple physical pleasure.
The feel of him, solid and hot, makes me shiver. My fingers run over his skin as we kiss passionately.
All the emotions, all the pent-up desire, churn inside me, screaming for a way out before I lose my mind. Using my power, I send a strong gust of air that knocks Snow off balance, but I don’t let him hit the ground full force. Instead, I make him land softly on the grass.
And I’m still on top of him, positioning myself so that my hips line up perfectly with his. Snow smiles and raises his brows slightly when I start pressing my crotch against his hard length. It’s so desperate, awkward even, like something straight out of a scene between two horny high school seniors, but I don’t care. The last few days have left me frustrated, and maybe that’s why it only takes a minute before I come in my own pants, feeling that burst of relief like a flash of white light. But what really gets me is realizing the same thing happens to Snow, as if somehow we’re wired together. His tattoos seem to flash a bit, like a golden pulse of light, and the smell of our cum mixes in the air.
When the rubbing finally stops, I pant for a while, avoiding his eyes. I feel stupid, like some desperate perv, but Snow doesn’t seem to care. He lifts his fingers and gently strokes along my temple and cheekbone, before whispering softly, "You’re just so precious, Summer, and you don’t even know it."
Wow, he really wants me to feel good about myself, and it’s sweet.
