Page 49 of Snow White

Snow's eyes lock on my exposed skin, and she gulps. "I... I forgot what I was going to say."

I laugh, rolling onto my front and resting my face against my pillow. "You may continue."

Snow leaps at the chance. I feel her unlacing my ties the rest of the way. I want her hands on me, and she seems more than happy to oblige. "Azura... I can't stop thinking about you."

I haven't stopped thinking about you since you looked up at me so innocently as a rude princess attempted to make you apologize. You should never apologize for anything, Snow.

"Oh?" I purr. "What do you think about me, princess?" I want her to tell me all the ways to make her unravel.

My dress slips down my shoulders, the material parting. Snow's cool fingers graze my heated skin. "I-I want to see your breasts. I want to taste you as you tasted me."

I can barely hold back my moans. Has anyone ever been so innocently alluring before? She is captivating without even trying. Snow doesn't even know the effect her words have on me or anyone else.

This innocent, pure princess will be mine and no one else's.

I wiggle out of my dress and corset but keep my chest pressed to the bed. I know Snow wants to trace her fingers over my breasts. So I'll keep them from her gaze for as long as possible, teasing her with how close they are. "What else?" I ask, knowing there are so many things I could show her.

Tell me your darkest fantasies, princess. Let me make them come to life.

Snow whimpers, her hands tracing the lines of my back. "I want you to teach me everything."

I can't stop the moan this time. "Strip me, Snow, and I'll consider it."

Her hands run down my chemise, her fingers quickly working the ties, leaving my body bare for her inspection. I gesture to the bedside table, keeping my eyes closed. "There's some massage oil in there. Why don't you pour some on me?"

I hear the sounds of silk hitting the ground, and I hope she's stripped. She straddles my back, and I smother my tsk of disappointment at the feel of her chemise. She must have only taken off her robe.

The oil drips onto my warm back, cooling with Snow's touch. The temperature variations are something I never knew I desired.

I moan again. "Explore me, Snow. Nowhere is forbidden to you."

Her hands work my lower back, pressing out the knots. She moves my hair to the side, kissing the side of my neck as if needing the reassurance of my continued presence.

"Good girl," I purr.

Her hands massage deeper, running down my back, gripping my ass. I shiver, spreading my legs slightly for her. She squeezes the curve of my butt before slipping her cool fingers between my thighs.

My hands grip the pillow as I rock against her touch. "Touch me."

Snow giggles softly. "Say please."

My entire body stiffens, and I wrap my legs around her waist. I roll her onto her back, switching our positions in a flash. "What was that?"

Snow gulps, her eyes locked on my breasts. "Oh... I... you have to say p-please."

I smirk at that, trailing my finger down her cheek. "Me?" I take what I want. No one stops me.Pleaseis a word that will never cross my lips.

She nods, shivering. I drag my nail down her cheek, hissing, "I don't beg, princess, I take what I want."

She shrinks back from my touch. "O-Oh."

"Do I frighten you?"

She shakes her head. "N-No."

I drag one nail over the pulse in her neck. "Are you sure, sweet Snow?"

She gulps. "I'm just... I'm n-nervous."

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