Page 42 of Snow White

“Can we kiss again?” I whisper.

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Azura

Snow tastes like chilled apples on a hot day in summer.The feeling of her mouth on mine is better than I imagined. Her hand trails over my heated skin, making it come alive in response. I knew she wanted me. She had given herself away with her lingering gazes and jealousy, but I didn’t think she wanted me as much as I wanted her. Yet I can taste the yearning in her kiss, the longing.

I pull her mouth back down to mine, pressing my lips hard against hers, savoring her taste. I fit my body against hers as if I could warm her with just my touch.

Snow gasps, allowing me to thrust my tongue inside her mouth. She thumbs my nipple over my dress, her hips shifting restlessly against me. My curious, innocent princess. She is begging to be pleasured. Has she imagined this as much as I?

I shift closer to her and roll, shifting her to her back. Our tongues clash, and our teeth click with urgency. Her free hand goes to my other breast, and she squeezes. I smother a laugh. Snow might be obsessed with my breasts. It is an obsession I’m willing to oblige.

I sit up and straddle her, my voice a low purr. “Snow?”

Her glacial eyes are warm with lust, her cheeks flushed. “Y-Yes?”

I twine my fingers with hers, pinning her hands to the floor above her head. I kiss her again, pressing our bodies close, eager to touch and taste more of her.

Will I ever get enough?

The feel of her breasts rubbing against mine is sweet agony. I want to touch them, suck on them, bury my face into her pussy and never come up again.

Snow arches her back, mewling against my lips, “Azura…”

I dip my head to taste her neck, but a knock on the door stops me. I roll off Snow and get to my feet, reaching down to help her up before I call out, “Yes?”

Fuck, what was I thinking?I can’t give in to temptation with Snow. She is not the type to take pleasure where she finds it and moves on. She’s too pure, too gentle.Too good for me.The knock came at the perfect time. I should let her go. I shouldn’t touch her again.

“Azura!” Belle calls from the other side of the door. “I can’t find Snow anywhere. We were going to walk down to the event together.”

Snow blushes, fixing her dress. Her eyes are still heated, and I can feel them on the curve of my neck. I shiver and lick my lips, savoring the lingering taste of her.

“She’s in here. We will meet you down there,” I call out, fighting to keep the lust from my voice.

Belle calls out again, “Alright then! I’ll meet with Lady Lock.” I can hear the smirk in her voice.

I look at Snow. “Are you all right?”

She’s trembling. “I am. I’m sorry for touching you.”

I frown. “Sorry? Don’t ever be sorry for touching me.”Already, I want more of her cold hands on my heated skin.

She shakes her head. “I... I just... I shouldn’t.”

I step closer, taking her hands in mine. “How did it feel? Touching me? Kissing me?”

Say you liked it, Snow, and I’ll give you more. I’ll give you everything if you ask.

So quickly I forget my resolve to stay away. Snow’s thumb is rubbing along my hand, destroying any resistance.

Her cheeks turn dark shades of red as she whispers shakily, “Good. Really, really good. Does that make me terrible?”

I moan softly at her words and any resistance I had to her crumbles. I could make her feelso good. “We should talk after.”

I’m going to fuck you so thoroughly you won’t be able to breathe without thinking about me.

Snow nods and kisses me softly before saying, “Talk like that?”

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