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My hand trails down Azura’s back to her hips. She responds by arching into my touch, increasing the ache between my thighs.

“Truly, I have a feeling it might be down to Lock and us,” Azura says.

“Uh-huh.” Belle raises a brow.

“You doubt me?” Azura smirks.

“You? Never.” Belle shakes her head just as my hands grip Azura’s hips and squeeze. She leans back into me, and I have to restrain myself from kissing her soft neck.

“But?” Azura asks.

“There is no but, Azura,” Belle says. “I know you are capable.”

“Oh?” Azura lowers the cloth from her eyes.

Belle shrugs. “I feel like when you want something. You get it. No?”

I chew my lip, fiddling with Azura’s ties. Belle’s words are going through my mind, but I am not processing them. Not when I can feel the heat from Azura’s body radiating against mine. What wouldn’t I do to tug her ties undone and strip her bare?

“I do,” Azura says.

“How’s that headache now?” Belle asks, tilting her head.

“I have a feeling it might disappear completely if you found a convenient excuse to depart.”

Belle pouts. “You are no fun, but fine.”

She slips from the bed, which brings my attention back to her fully. I had been lost in thoughts of Azura’s lush body.

“Where are you going?” I ask.

“A stroll.” Belle shrugs.

“Enjoy your stroll. Watch out for beasties,” Azura says.

“Oh, you know me. I’ll just…” Belle waves her hand in the air before walking out of the room.

Chapter Thirty-One

Azura

Snow's hands are still tangled in my dress ties, the material sliding down my shoulders. I'm tempted to purr as my body relaxes. But with her touch came the memory of her taste, and a blinding need took hold of me. "Was it something I said?" Snow asks, frowning after Belle.

I pull away from her hands, moving to lie down on the bed. My body is hot with need, and I purr, "Something you said?"

She nods, looking down at me, her eyes heated. "Why did she have to go?"

Does she know her eyes are trailing down my body as she asks? Her pink tongue darts out of her mouth, licking her lips. I follow the movement with my gaze. Is she imagining tasting me?

I laugh softly at her question, stretching slightly. "Sometimes, I forget how very innocent you are, my princess. Belle noticed your wandering hands."

As did I.

I could still feel her cool touch along my shoulders and back. It both soothes and inflames me, and I want them on my bare skin. I want her cold hands to brand my skin, so everyone knows I'm hers and that she'smine.

Her cheeks burn brightly, her breath making her breasts shake as they become shallow. "I didn't mean... Oh my goodness, I should apologize. I didn't…"

I toss the cloth away, my headache completely forgotten. My hands trail down my neck and over my chest, drawing her eyes. "You didn't?" My hands tug on my ties, and the dress sags noticeably.

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