Page 52 of Snow White

I shift under her, my fingers tunneling into her hair. “You are very distracting.”

She glances up at me, biting her lower lip, her eyes glowing with mischief. “How?”

Oh, she knows exactly what she’s doing, doesn’t she? I take her hand, covering my breast with it, moaning at the feel. “You’re so curious.”

She pouts at me, tightening her hand on my breast. “Why’d you do that?”

I raise a brow, arching into her. “Because I like the feel of your hands on me.”

I can still feel the mark of her cold fingers between my legs, her lips on my heated flesh.Fuck. I need more.I thought after I had tasted her, I would be free of this hold she has on me. Instead, I’m thinking about all the other things I can show her. The world of pleasure that she has just started to explore.

She whispers, her voice still ragged from her moans, “I was making a discovery.”

I drop my hand, allowing her to continue her slow, maddening circles around my nipple. My voice is rough from my own arousal. “A discovery?”

Snow blows some cool air onto my nipple, and I bite my lip to keep from moaning. She seems to be content to torture me with the chill of her power. She giggles as my nipples harden again. I would have never thought the innocent sound could be so...arousing. I shiver and whisper, “You are insatiable.”

She laughs again, her voice full of wondrous lust. “But look at it! Isn’t it beautiful?”

I bite my lip, reaching out to pinch her dusky nipple roughly, growling, “I like yours better.”

She squeals, trying to pull away from my fingers. “Miss! Those are mine.”

I smirk wickedly, pinching the other. “I think they’re mine now.”

She moans and leans into my touch, looking at my lips, her glacial eyes warming. “Yes… yes, they’re yours.”

I lean forward, kissing her again, drinking in that frosted apple. “They are. Just like you.”

She blushes. “I’m yours?”

Take it back. Those are words of permanence. You can’t give that to her!My stomach twists with the reminder that it’s going to be so much worse when she discovers the truth. Now it’s not just her friend who has betrayed her, but her lover too.

I raise a brow. “Oh?”

Take it back. Take it back. Take it back.

“You… you said…” Snow murmurs. Her expression is crestfallen, and it breaks me to see.

I kiss her again, biting her lower lip. “You are mine.”

Fuck. That was the opposite of taking it back.

Her eyes shimmer with emotion as she wraps a leg around mine, and I wind my arms around her. I would freeze this moment in time if I had the power, never move on or retreat. I never want to forget this moment with Snow. She fits against my side perfectly, a slight sheen of sweat still covering us. She glows up at me, marveling at my breasts.

“Rest now,” I whisper, kissing her head.

She nods, cuddling closer to me and squeezing me tightly. I pull the blankets around us, stroking her hair until she falls asleep.

When I am sure she is deeply asleep, I maneuver out of her arms, replacing my body with a pillow. I wave my hand negligently, changing the pillowcase to silk and placing her hair in the wrap she wears to sleep. She squeezes the pillow tightly, burying her face into it and whispering sleepily, “Soft…”

I smile at her and pull on my robe before going to the balcony. I stare out at the starlit sky, wondering what I have done.

Without Snow pressed against my side, guilt tears at me. It is an emotion I have little experience with. I rub my temples, trying to erase the images of our bodies entwined, but the scent of frosted apple on my hands overwhelms me. I moan and slam my hands back down on the railing of the balcony. My nails dig into the marble as I try to regain control. I grind my teeth and focus my gaze on the forest.

My wards are still intact. The trees are now kept at bay in a perfect circle around the castle. They can tread no closer, but now Snow can’t venture out.

Fuck, why do I care about Snow?!

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