AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“Except them.” Then he shook his head, his chest rising and falling with deep breaths. “But right now, Snow, I want you all to myself.”
Without another word, he strode toward me, hauling me into his arms. His cock was hard as steel and hot as a brand against my stomach as he kissed me hard and deep. I wrapped my legs around him again as he lifted me and carried me into the shower, stepping under the spray in the small, enclosed space.
The water only made my heated skin feel hotter, and steam was already beginning to float through the air around us. It caught Trace’s scent and brought it to my nostrils, and I inhaled greedily as if I were trying to take in his entire essence.
When Trace set me down again, my legs felt a little wobbly, and I reached out to brace myself against the shower walls. It was a good fucking thing I did, because the second my feet hit the floor, Trace dropped to his knees in front of me, burying his face in the apex of my thighs and lapping at my wet pussy like he’d been dying for a taste.
My fingers splayed against the wall as I threw my head back, my hips jerking as his hot, supple tongue played across my clit. I could feel my own wetness mixing with the water from the shower, and when he found my entrance with his fingers and pushed two thick digits inside, I let out a loud cry.
“So responsive.” His words were muttered against my pussy, so low I almost couldn’t hear them over the sound of the shower. “So fucking beautiful.”
My fingers slid through his dark, wet hair, holding his head just where I needed it as I writhed against his face. I wasn’t sure how the poor man was even breathing anymore, but he didn’t seem to have a single complaint as he fucked me with his fingers and sucked at my clit, making electric shocks of pleasure shoot through me.
“Trace,” I panted. “I’m gonna… oh, fuck, I’m gonna…”
“Yeah. Come for me, Snow. Come on my fucking face.”
The ravenous hunger in his words pushed me over the edge, and I did exactly what he’d commanded. I came like a freight train all over his face.
He pulled his fingers out of me and grabbed onto my hips with both hands, holding me steady and helping me stay upright as he drank from me, his tongue and lips and teeth devouring me as my body quaked with the force of my orgasm. He lapped up every bit of my cream, dragging his tongue through my folds and dipping it inside my channel, feasting on me until my body sagged against him.
Still holding me firmly to keep me from sliding to the ground, he tilted his head. Water droplets made his dark lashes cling together, and his lips glistened with my arousal. His chin was wet with it.
“Sorry, Snow.” He chuckled. “I got a little distracted. What did you come to my room for?”
“That,” I murmured breathlessly, grinning back at him. “Exactly that.”
“Well, in that case…”
I caught the wicked gleam in his eye a second before he buried his face between my legs again, making my already sensitive clit throb as he lashed it with his tongue.
He made me come like that again before he finally surged to his feet and lifted me into his arms, pinning my back against the cool tiles of the shower wall as he drove into me with his cock, stretching and filling me.
We fucked until the water started to run cold and the steam faded around us, but I didn’t feel anything but heat as Trace buried his face in my neck, licking and sucking at my skin as he came inside me.
My muscles felt like jelly as we cleaned each other quickly, teasing and groping each other and ignoring the chill that was creeping into the water. Then Trace toweled me off—which I was pretty sure was just a thinly veiled excuse to grope me some more—and we returned to the bedroom, crawling beneath the covers on his bed and tangling our legs together as I rested my head on his chest.
“That was really what you came to my room for?” he asked, a smile in his voice as he stroked my wet hair.
“Well, that… and this.” I grinned tiredly, tracing the lines of his tattoos with one finger as I listened to his heartbeat. My tension had evaporated, and now I felt like I was floating in a hazy, sated daze.
“I’m glad you came,” he admitted.
“How was your break?”
“Eh.” I could feel him shrug beneath me. “My old manager tried to get me to do some promo for the band. They’re trying to spin this whole story about how an ex-member of the band has magic now, use it to generate some press for the tour that’s coming up. I told him to go fuck himself. He told me I was a liability when he first found out; now he wants to use me to sell tickets? Fuck that shit.”
I lifted my head, resting my palms on his chest as I looked up at him. “That sucks. I’m sorry. People can be assholes. I never particularly trusted magic users, but that was also because I didn’t know them. Vincent, my old trainer? He’s known me for over seven years, and he looks at me like I’m a stranger now. Nothing’s different about me, except for the fact that I’ve got powers I didn’t even ask for.”
“Yeah.” Trace sighed, running his knuckles over the curve of my cheekbone. “Guess things’ll never really go back to how they were, will they?”
“I don’t think so.”
“Y’know,” he said thoughtfully, cocking his head to the side a little. “Part of me hates that. And I hate that even though we’re part of the magic community now, we still don’t fit in. The gods themselves are working with the school admins to orchestrate the deaths of students, for fuck’s sake.”
His blue eyes warmed, and he caught my chin, pulling me up for a kiss. With our faces just inches apart, his eyes bounced between mine, and his breath ghosted over my lips when he spoke again. “But then again, all this bullshit led me to you. And no matter what else happens, I’ll never be sorry about that.”
I rubbed against him like a cat, feeling him begin to harden beneath me as I did, and I kissed him again, our bodies moving together underneath the blankets.
