Page 41 of Snow White

There is still no answer, and something doesn’t feel right. Before I have time to consider it, my hand is on the doorknob, and I am pushing the door open.

“Azura, I know you’re—” My words end on a gasp when I notice Azura’s pale body lying on the floor. I run to her and collapse to my knees beside her. My heart pounds as I gently shake her. “Azura! Azura!”

She groans and tries to turn toward my voice, but she is obviously weak. My mind crowds with panicked thoughts and questions.What happened? Is she hurt?I can’t stand to look at her in this state, and I truly don’t know how to help her. My magic doesn’t heal. At least I have never tested it out, and I won’t do so now. I can’t risk making her condition worse with my abilities. I can’t risk turning her into ice. My stomach churns with anxiety.

Kiss her.

The thought is almost a compulsion, and I am unable to stop myself from leaning down to brush a soft kiss against her pale pink lips. They are so warm, smoother than anything I have ever touched. Her mouth is like sweet velvet, and I can’t get enough. I can only hope the coldness of my lips will snap her out of her dream state.

Suddenly, her lips part and a moan escapes her. I gasp from her heat, my tongue slipping into her open mouth. She tastes of berries, and my core goes molten with desire, my wildest fantasies coming to life. I want to rip her dress down the center and kneed her perfect breasts. Am I really having this moment with her?

I pull her closer to me as I lick the roof of her mouth. Our tongues dance, exploring, teasing, demanding, and giving. She places her hand on the back of my neck, pulling me closer. I moan into her mouth, allowing her to taste my excitement as I cup her lush breasts. They are a perfect size, fitting nicely into my palms. I can feel her heart pounding, and her nipples tighten as I tease my thumbs over them. A shiver goes through me, and I ache with the need to roll them between my fingers, squeezing her breasts until they flush beneath my touch. I want to kiss and nip, rolling my tongue over the buds until I feel her core pulsate against my thigh. She is going to have me melting into a puddle.

“You taste so sweet,” Azura growls into my mouth.

My thighs slide together, slick with moisture. The ache at my core is overwhelming, and I need her touch on me to ease it. I want to grind myself against her thigh… no, her mouth.

“I-I do?” I ask against her lips.

“Snow,” Azura says, slowly opening her eyes. My stomach drops. No. No, no, no, no. I made a mistake. I shouldn’t have kissed her. Why did I kiss her? She is going to hate me. I took advantage of her while she was sleeping. I am terrible, horrible…

“I-I was worried.” I gulp. “You weren’t waking up, and I… I just thought if I kissed you, you’d wake up. It is silly, I know.”

Azura smiles softly, touching my cheek. “Oh?”

Her smile calms me, melting the ice in my veins. “Are you all right?”

“Fine,” she says, stroking my cheek. “Are you all right?”

“I am now that you’re awake.” I nod, smiling softly at her.

She leans up, kissing me again. “Your hand is wandering, dear Snow.”

My eyes widen.She kissed me. She…I look down at my hand still on her breast, my face heating with shame. I pull it away quickly.

“S-Sorry.”

Azura takes my hand and places it back on her breast. She wants this? She wants my hand on her beautiful, luscious breasts? I can’t help but gently squeeze. She is soft but firm. There is so much of her body I want to explore. Would it be terrible to stick my face between them and rub them against my cheeks? My eyes widen, and I pull my hands away.

“Sorry, I just… I could… not…” I stutter.

“Why are you apologizing?” she whispers.

“My thoughts…” I shake my head. “They’ve been inappropriate, and I am helpless against them.”

I want to feel more of them.

“You can feel them again,” Azura says, biting her lower lip. And just like that, my prayers have been answered.

“R-Really?” I ask her.

“Touch me, Snow,” she says, her eyes warm with the same hunger tearing at me. I place my hands gently on her breasts, squeezing.

“Like this?” I ask.

She moans, arching her back. “Yes.”

I shiver, continuing to knead the lush flesh. I can’t get enough of this. What would it be like to touch Azura’s bare skin? What would it be like to run my hands down her torso? I want to know. Azura warms my cold heart when our lips meet, her kiss sending shivers down my spine. Her touch alone shoots pleasure through my body, and I need more.

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