Page 54 of Snow White

“Please,” I murmur, kissing her collarbone. She sighs again but takes my hand in hers and leads me back to the bed. I crawl under the comforter and look up at her with big eyes, my lower lip jutting out.

She chuckles, crawling into bed with me. “You know, looking at me like that won’t work. I’m immune to those eyes.”

I close my arms, squishing my breasts together and sticking my lower lip out more.

Azura growls, laying down. “Come here.”

I smile, moving into her arms and nuzzling my face into the side of her breast. I think these might be my new favorite things.

“I’m going to miss this,” Azura says, kissing the top of my head and brushing her hand down my back.

I frown in confusion, my body tensing. “Miss this?”

“When your father comes back,” she replies, continuing to brush her hand along my skin.

“We have to stop?” I ask, still confused. Azura laughs, and the way she does has me shrinking away and rolling over. Why is she laughing like this? Am I being foolish? I thought we were something more.

Little Snow… Won’t you ever learn?

“What’s the matter?” Azura asks.

I look out the window, noticing the sun is rising over the trees. “I should get back to my room.”

She stiffens behind me. “Perhaps you should.”

She never cared. We warned you.

I sit up on the bed, my body trembling as I hold back tears. Azura doesn’t even fight for me to stay. Did she feel nothing last night? Didn’t she feel the connection between us? When her mouth melded against me? Did she fake her pleasure when I made her scream? Did she not feel the peace when we fell asleep in each other’s arms?

I reach for my chemise, slipping it on. I search for my robe, but tears are welling in my eyes, and everything becomes blurry.

“Snow. You knew this had to be temporary.” Azura sighs.

No. No, I didn’t.

After tasting her, all I could think of was a future with her. I want to wake up with her in my bed every day. I want to kiss her in the gardens, spend time together in the library, and lick every inch of her skin.

I wipe the tear that rolls down my cheek. “I-I k-know.”

“Then why are you crying?” she asks, standing.

“I misunderstood,” I mutter.

I am falling in love with you.

Azura stands and moves in front of me, framing my face. “It doesn’t mean we can’t enjoy each other in the meantime.”

Until she tosses you away and picks your father.

More tears drip down my face. “I-I…I want to b-be…” My throat closes, and I am unable to speak.

“Oh, sweet Snow,” she whispers, pulling me into her arms and pressing my face into her neck. I break down, sobbing into her.

I want to be yours.

Chapter Thirty-Five

Azura

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