Page 63 of Snows Sinful Seven

I’m head over heels for this woman. This is the happiest I’ve been in my life. For the first time, I feel free, like I have a sayin my own life. No parents telling me who I can and can’t be married to. No man forcing me to be and do things I don't want to.

I can be me. I can be with who I want.

And that's Snow. It will always be Snow.

“Shoot,” Snow grumbles.

I stop sweeping and look over. “Everything okay?”

“No,” she grumbles. “I was trying to clean inside this crack and got the toothbrush stuck.” I grin, never thinking I’d see the day that this sweet little princess gets down on her hands and knees to scrub the floor. It’s honestly a turn on.

“Let me help.” I put the broom down and go to kneel next to her. Grabbing onto it, I give it a yank, but it doesn’t budge.

She grabs onto it, too, helping me. With all of our strength, we pull. It pops free, sending us both tumbling to the floor, and I land on top of her with a grunt.

“Shit, are you okay?” I ask, eyes searching her face.

“I’m fine,” she pants out. “Thanks. Sorry about that.”

I smile down at her, brushing her hair out of her face. I think I like her under me like this. Her cheeks heat the longer we stay in this position.

“You really did get it stuck in there good, didn’t you.” I laugh, my eyes watching her lick her lips. My belly warms.

“It went in fine. But then it got stuck, and I couldn’t get it out.” She sighs, rolling her eyes.

“Sounds a lot like that knot thing Dallas was talking about.” I can’t keep the grin off my face as she shoots wide eyes at me.

“Regina!” she gasps, slapping me on the arm.

I laugh. “I mean, it’s true.” I wiggle my eyebrows.

“You're bad.” She laughs, shaking her head.

“Maybe. But you love it.”

She smiles up at me softly, taking my breath away. “I do. I love everything about you, Regina.” She’s the only person in my life that truly cares about me.

We lock eyes, staring at each other intensely. I’m unable to hold back any longer and bend down to kiss her.

I can’t get enough of her kisses, the taste of her lips. We’ve been stealing them all when the guys aren't around so we can have our own moments without any eyes on us.

At night, it's pure torture to keep my hands to myself, knowing that if we start kissing, I’m not going to want to stop.

Our lips move together, and that fire in my belly explodes to life. I’m filled with the need to consume her. I want her so fucking bad it hurts.

“Snow,” I moan as I move myself so that our thighs are between one another's legs. She whimpers sweetly as she clings to me, grinding her pussy against my thigh and seeking friction. I do the same to her, my clit aching and needy.

Every flick of our tongues or thrust of our hips makes us more needy.

“Regina,” she whines, pulling back to look at me with fully-blown pupils. She looks so sexy right now. Her cheeks are flushed, and her lips are swollen from our kisses.

“What do you need, baby?” I ask her, my hands sliding up her thighs.

“You,” she pleads. “I just need you.”

“I want you so bad, Snow.” I brush my fingers over her panties, moaning when I feel how wet they are. “Fuck me, princess.” She opens her legs wider, letting me slide my fingers into her panties. “You’re so fucking wet for me.”

“So wet,” she pants out. “Touch me, please.”

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