Page 24 of Let It Snow (Eden’s Omegaverse #7)

And then, suddenly, Snow pulls his hands back. Everything collapses again, flattening into two dull dimensions, lifeless as a sheet of dark paper. The only thing left shimmering is the dance of tiny butterflies around us.

"What was that?" I manage to whisper.

"Well, my synesthesia. My senses perceive the world in an extra way. That’s how I’ve lived since I was a child. My parents never understood why I barely spoke, but it felt like trying to scream over a band playing at full volume. Breaking through all that takes effort."

"Funny, it’s similar with this fog of amnesia inside me; it’s hard to break through to people. I feel cut off from the world, and talking is exhausting. It hurts."

His palms touch my cheeks again, but this time they don’t drown me in a flood of sounds and colors and scents. It’s a different touch: gentle, soothing, sweet… and sensual. I exhale sharply.

I want a kiss. And he seems to read it straight from my mind. He leans down—he has to lean a lot—and our lips brush. I moan into his mouth, my hands pulling him closer by his hard shoulders as hunger rises inside me.

His fingers slide down my back, tracing over my skin in a slow, thrilling way. The hardness in my pants becomes painful. My lower head starts to overrule the upper one, but then Snow suddenly pulls back. I gasp in disappointment.

"Maybe you’d like to go on a date with me, Summer? Since you’ve never been on one, would you let me take you?" He gives me a soft smile.

I snort as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

"Deal!"

"There’s a beautiful oceanarium in a coastal city, with glass tunnels under the sea. You can walk through coral hills and watch marine life in its natural environment."

A smile spreads across my face. "That’s perfect," I murmur, pressing my nose to his chest. He smells so good. Clean, and very alpha.

"Also… we can fuck after that," I blurt out.

I sense him holding back a laugh.

"Only if you want to, Summer."

Then he hesitates, tilting his head to catch my gaze, as my face is still pressed to his chest while I breathe him in.

"But you need to be sure, after everything that happened this past year."

For a moment, I fall quiet. With his touch, the veil over my past lifts completely, and everything is clear.

"Snow… when you touch me, I remember everything."

"Do you want to tell me about it?"

"Yes, I think you deserve to know if we are… to be more."

Snow just waits for me to start.

I take a deep breath. "I’ve never had anal sex with a real person," I say slowly. "Anzo was a hundred percent bottom. But sometimes he felt like he wanted more out of me and used a dildo on me, and… was very frustrated that I didn’t react. He wanted to feel in control of my body, my pleasure. But I didn’t let him.

My power lets me shield myself, even inside, to create a thin, invisible barrier to protect myself.

Anzo hated that I had no reaction at all.

Sometimes he would beat me, or zap me, but I didn’t yield. "

Snow frowns slightly, thinking.

"I’m sorry, Summer. What you’ve been through—"

"It’s… in the past. And my amnesia is a blessing when it comes to it; I don’t remember much, don’t think about it on a daily basis. Only now, when we touch."

"I can make it foggy again, if you want."

"No, because when I touch you… I also feel stronger. Like you… add something, some power to me, you lift me up, and I just don’t let the memories break me."

Snow leans in a bit and softly kisses my forehead.

There is a short pause, as I just bask in his energy and make small, light pecks over his chest.

"My main duties there were different," I mumble.

Then he asks, "You had to top him."

I nod. "Yes. I’m a hylomancer, a mage of matter.

I move particles. My power lets me push gases, substances, and fluids.

So I can move blood, inside my body or anyone else’s.

I can cause a brain hemorrhage or a heart attack if I want to.

But also a forced erection. Anzo expected me to fuck him; if I wouldn’t do it, he would shock me with the electric collar.

I was his… fucktoy. A human dildo. With my magic, I used to force my blood to…

" I wave a hand downward. "But I never came.

It also frustrated him; he could not get anything out of me.

Could not control my pleasure. All he could have was my mechanical service.

And I served like a tool, giving him nothing beyond that.

But as long as I was useful to him, he let me live.

Anzo himself never penetrated me. No one ever has. "

I raise my eyes to him. "So, I’m half-virgin. Kinda." And I smile awkwardly.

"Well, in that regard, I’m also a virgin." He smirks.

I swallow and quickly get serious.

"But… topping isn’t something I want to do in the future, Snow, so if you expect me…"

Snow quickly shakes his head and grins. "Nah, I’d rather stay that way… I’m fully into topping."

I blush and murmur, "So we have an understanding. So you know, I don’t want to keep my half-v-card any longer…"

"We can make it happen whenever you want…"

And he leans in, as if he’s tempted to do it right now, his lips brush mine. But then he suddenly stops, straightens up, and stays quiet for a long moment, his hands just stroking my arms, neck, and back, calming me, clearing my emotions.

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.