Frozen Desires

MAGNOLIA

Frigid arms slid around my waist, tugging me closer against an equally freezing chest, the drastic change in temperature cooling my heated skin.

Fingers splayed across my bare back, the scent of winter overwhelming my senses.

“More,” I breathed against the foreign body, my hands moving of their own accord as they came to rest on his shoulders.

Sparks shot through my limbs and raced to my core. My pussy yelled for relief. The heat coursed through me, driving me crazy as I grasped at the presence in front of me, willing it to do more than hold me.

“More,” I whispered again, a lone tear running down my cheek, accentuating my burning need.

“You shall want for nothing, my little flower.” The voice was deep, the sound rumbling down my spine.

Those hands slid down to cup the roundness of my ass.

I sighed as he hoisted me up, giving me a moment to wrap my legs around his waist, letting me hang just low enough to feel his erection pressing against my ass.

Everything about him was this biting, frosty cold but I couldn’t have wished for anything else. It was everything I needed as I ground my core against his cock, moaning as it slid between my cheeks.

My eyes fluttered open to catch a glimpse of the presence holding me, realizing that it was not a man at all, but a creature.

His skin glowed with glacial beauty, deep blues reflecting like glass. His form was like that of a man and yet his skin was this piercingly abstract substance that shifted as he held me. Pulses of light ran just beneath the surface.

My attention rose to his face to catch two of the most intense, turquoise-colored, irises I had ever seen.

I reached out to caress his cheek, the mere touch cooling and settling the desire building up in the pit of my belly.

It was as if—with him—I could want for nothing.

With him, I wasn’t in pain.

With him, I was just me.

His lips spread into a smile, eyes darkening with lust before he leaned forward to capture my lips with his. The kiss was sweet, frost dancing along my skin as he held me.

As sweet as it was, I wanted more. I needed~more. A grunt of frustration left my lips as I ground my hips against his, again.~

The creature grinned with the knowledge that he had the upper hand.

He didn’t even pull back as he continued to taste me, reaching down beneath me to line his cock up with my greedy pussy, slowly easing himself in.

The stretch was more than I was prepared for. Groaning as he filled me, the ice-cold shaft contrasting the burning heat I was giving off.

His head dropped to my shoulder as I slid the rest of the way down, his balls resting against my ass.

We stayed there for a moment, just holding each other in this intimate embrace, drinking in each other’s essence.

And then, I ran a hand across his head, moving my lips to his ear. “More.”

“Rise and shine, sweetheart!”

The curtains were rudely ripped open, and I groaned. I turned over to grab my extra pillow to shove on my head but instead bumped into a hard body.

My eyes shot open, staring at the pool boy propped up on my mattress like some sort of Greek god trying to bring in the new day.

I had seen enough of those sweet smiles to know I had made a goddamn mistake by falling asleep.

He likely imagined he was the best mind-blowing sex of my life, the only one to ever sleep over, which was hardly the case. My body just couldn’t keep up with the constant stress.

Most of my days were spent either trying to find something to hump or hibernating in my room from the strain on both my physical and mental health.

I let out an undignified grunt as I drew my legs up to my chest and kicked outward, the pool boy flying off the bed.

He thumped onto the floor with a yelp, a smile sliding onto my lips at the chaos I had just caused. He was still naked, not that I was all that taken up by his ripped form anymore.

That wasn’t to say I was sated but having seen what he had to give, I knew I would be thoroughly disappointed if we went at it again.

Ignoring his pleas to do whatever the fuck he was mumbling about, I turned to the mistress of the estate—someone I thought was wholly unnecessary—and gave her my favorite distasteful expression.

She always seemed to enter at the wrong time, dragging me out of the same dream I had been having for the past few weeks.

That sexy thing drops in, we get hot and heavy, and then the fucking mistress rips me out of my little circle of bliss.

As my eyes trailed to the windows, I realized that the dark auburn rays filtering into my room were way too dark for the morning. Which meant…

“Yes, Magnolia, you slept all day. You’ve missed breakfast and lunch, but your father wants you at dinner.”

I hated meals with the family. They all pretended we were royalty and better than everyone else.

It was a nightmare sitting prim and proper in dresses that weren’t made for the twenty-first century, answering my father with short, soft replies about our daily excursions.

And the soup, God, the soup was fucking disgusting.

“Princess—”

My head whipped around to meet the naked pool boy standing at the foot of my bed, his hands clasped over his dick. The mistress has seen worse.

“Shut it. Grab your clothes.”

“But—”

Anger burned through me as I opened my mouth to shoot some crass form of “get the fuck out of my room.”

The mistress saved me the effort. “Son, I would pack your things and return to your post. Mr. Eldamar inquired about the pool this morning.”

I knew for a fact that my father didn’t use the pool but whatever would make this kid disappear faster was a win in my book.

He didn’t seem to think this was the end, even as he pulled his pants back on—backward at that—and took off down the hall.

My smug look shriveled up when the mistress shot me a warning glance.

“You need to be more careful about your… medicinal needs.” Her eyes drifted to the lack of blankets covering my body, my tits standing at attention as they always did.

I used to be ashamed, but now, being naked in front of anyone other than family didn’t really faze me.

I haven’t ever dared to stick my fingers between my legs and ride them into the light in front of someone, but I was always tempted to see if it would break the mistress’s cold demeanor.

Probably not.

“No more dawdling, Magnolia. Dinner will be served in fifteen minutes.”

“Why do you talk like we’re in the nineteenth century? It sounds stupid.”

It was the first time I saw her smile.

The mistress pointed to a dress bag hanging over my closet door and said, “I agree. But your father pays for image, and if that’s what gets me a raise…”

Left to my own devices, the silence of my bedroom suffocated me.

That sickly sweet feeling in the pit of my stomach began building again, the desire to do something other than attend dinner banging at the edge of my mind.

Glad that I was in the privacy of my room, I flopped back onto the pillows, releasing a long moan as heat raced through me and settled between my thighs.

I didn’t even have to do anything more than think about that ice creature before my body shuddered, a powerful orgasm overtaking my senses.

My eyes slid close as he came into view, my body relaxing with his reappearance.

He grinned and I was surprised to see the absence of more glacial fixtures. Instead, a set of pearly white teeth stared back at me.

Power vibrated through him, ramping up the heat in my body while also subduing it. It didn’t make any sense. I leaned in to kiss him, begging for him to move.

He strode forward, my back pressing against a wall until I was sandwiched between two hard forces.

His hands dug into my ass, as he slid out and then thrust all the way in again, my head falling back as I howled.

The contrast of his icy flesh and the heat of my core intertwining was everything I could have imagined. Everything I could have wanted. Everything I needed.

For once in my life, the painful heat ravaging my body ceased and for once, everything was right with the world.

In his hands, I was whole.

“Magnolia! Dinner is being served!”

Startled, I scrambled out of bed, my body still thrumming with pleasure. It felt like he had been here, in my room, with me and yet… ~he ~didn’t exist.

Right?