Page 87 of Snows Sinful Seven

“That’s the point,” Snow laughs, but then it turns into a sob. “Please.”

Not wanting to make her wait, I kiss her as I pull back all the way before thrusting back in.

It feels good, really fucking good. Snow turns our kisses more desperate, whimpering as her hands roam my body.

It takes me a few minutes to figure out how to get a good rhythm with this thing. “Harder,” she demands, lifting her hips up to meet mine.

Moving back to get a better angle, I grab her thighs and hold them tightly as I start to fuck into her.

She tosses her head back, eyes closed. Her sounds of pleasure are shameless—as they should be.

Snow looks so damn stunning right now.

Her breasts shake with every thrust of the toy, her brows pinched together, lips parted in pleasure. I’m doing this to her. Me.

“Fuck, Snow,” I moan as I look down at where the toy glides in and out of her with ease. “You look so fucking good taking my dick.”

“Feels so good,” she whimpers. “So good. Harder.”

I fuck her hard, pounding into her. Every thrust drives her closer to the edge, but it does the same to me. They toy rubbing against my sweet spot over and over. My clit is throbbing, pussy aching. This is something I think I’d like to do again. Maybe Snow topping next time.

“Regina,” Snow sobs my name as she inches closer and closer to her release. “Knot me, please.”

“Soon baby, soon,” I pant out. “Be a good girl and cum for me first.”

My eyes catch on the mate mark on her breast, the one Henry put there.

A rush of jealousy hits me. I might not be a human, having some kind of witch in my family history, but I don’t have a way to leave my mark on her. At least, not that I know of yet. There’s so much I have to learn about my family’s past and who I am.

But I want to mark her like they have.

Something comes over me, and I lean forward, latching my mouth to her breast. I suck hard as I pound into her wildly.

Snow cries out, fingers tangling in my hair. I suck on her nipple before I bite down. I bite hard enough to draw blood. I do so at the same time I shove the toy’s knot deep inside her.

Snow screams my name, body trembling as she cums. I follow after her, my pussy fluttering around the toy as my orgasm hits me in waves.

Then panic fills me with what I’ve done, and I pull back, mouth covered in her blood. “Shit, Snow. I’m so sorry.” I look at her in horror, then down to her bloody breast.

Her pussy pulses around the toy, her climax at its peak, and I just watch her as she comes down from her high.

“Baby, are you okay?” I go to pull out of her, the knot nowhere near as big as the guys’, so it shouldn’t hurt.

But she stops me. Snow grabs a handful of my hair that’s hanging over my shoulder and pulls me down. She crashes her lips into mine, kissing me deeply, tasting her blood.

“It’s fucking hot,” she murmurs against my lips. “You wanting to mark me too. I love it.”

“But–”

“I’m fine, Regina. I’m okay.”

“Are you sure?” My eyes flick between hers. “You're not mad?”

“How could I be mad?” She laughs like she’s drunk off pleasure. “I hope it scars.”

I laugh in relief, moving to pull out of her. I take the toy off and toss it in the corner to be dealt with later.

Throwing on some clothes, I go to the bathroom and grab a warm washcloth and the first aid kit. I’m not taking any chances of it getting infected, so I clean her wound. She’s sleeping again, and I smile as I clean her up.

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