Page 31 of Snow's Charming
After everything that happened today, I was confident I wouldn’t toss and turn like I’d been doing lately. Sylus seemed to plague all my thoughts, whether I was awake or dreaming. A yawn escaped my lips that I’d been trying to hold in, and Sylus just smiled and kissed the top of my head.
“You are tired. Give me a second.”
Sylus gently placed me on the bed and walked into the bathroom. Within a few minutes, the sound ofrunning water washed over the room. Sylus opened the door and leaned against the door frame.
“I placed some lavender-scented Epsom salts in the tub for you. Is there anything else that you need?”
My brows knitted. I get he was behaving like this when we were in front of my father, but why was he doing it with me while we were alone?
“You.”
The word escaped my lips before I could bite it back and came out more like a whisper than an answer to his question.
His lips formed a wide grin.
“Is that so?”
My cheeks heated, and my gaze darted to the floor. I couldn’t say yes, but I couldn’t deny my wanting him in the tub with me, either. I wanted to see every gloriously toned and chiseled muscle on his chest, among other parts of him.
The heat in my cheeks spread to my ears and down my neck at the mere thought. My dad was in the same house now, and even though he seemed cool about this whole mate thing, pushing my luck might not be such a good idea. Sure, my dad was on a different floor, giving us some privacy, but the thought of the guy bursting in on me with Sylus grossed me out.
I shuddered at the thought of my dad insisting I go on the pill as a “precaution.” It was the most uncomfortable conversation of my life at 16 because who wants to talk about sex with their father? Certainly not me.
“Princess,” Sylus said as he kissed the top of my head. “You really don’t look well. Let’s call it a night.”
“I’m okay, really!” I said as I stood up. My knees buckled again, causing me to fall into Sylus’s arms.
“Doesn’t look like you’re fine, but I will stay with you and help you get into the bath. I don’t want you to fall and hurt yourself.”
He led me into the candlelit bathroom, and the scent of lavender and vanilla hit my nose instantly. How he’d lit candles and drawn a bath so quickly was beyond me. It must be his superpower.
“Sylus, this is amazing!”
“I’d do anything for you, princess. Now, let me help you undress.”
His voice was a silky whisper against the shell of my ear. He’d seen me naked—the first day we met, in fact. How could I forget about shifting into a werewolf? But this was very different. His voice and gaze were dark with desire. So different from his boyish grin as he’d placed that blanket over me just a few days ago. Sylus had been nothing but the perfect gentleman that evening, even when I’d gone into a panic attack.
He began unbuttoning my shirt. His thick fingers fumbled with the tiny buttons as he slowly pushed more and more fabric aside to get to the bottom of the blouse. Goosebumps prickled my skin as his hot breath blew against my bare stomach.
When he finished, he placed his palms on my shoulders, and with a gaze so deep, I’d swear my soul wanted to cover up. How can he make me feel so exposed?Slowly, he slid the shirt down my arms until it pooled around my feet on the floor. He then cupped my cheeks and pressed his forehead to mine.
“I promised myself I would not kiss you tonight because I want you to rest.”
I wrapped my hands around his neck.
“Sylus, please kiss me.”
My voice sounded breathy and husky all at once. I hardly recognized it.
“Please, Sylus.”
Okay, now I sounded like I was begging. That was a little embarrassing. I should still keep my cards close to my chest—right? Still, he’d just stormed the castle for me, and that was swoon-worthy enough for a kiss—right?
His lips hovered over mine briefly before he pressed a peck onto them. We stood there kissing, but closed-mouth for a few moments. Neither of us deepened the kiss until I let out a soft, almost inaudible moan.
As my lips slightly parted, he encircled my top and bottom seams with his tongue. I let out another moan that vibrated between our pressed-together bodies and then entangled his tongue with mine. Sparks exploded like fireworks in my mind as my stomach fluttered and my inner diva, whom I now know as my pure white wolf, did a few backflips for good measure. She may have even given me a proverbial high-five. I wasn’t all that sure because I was too busy fisting Sylus’s thick black hair. Before I could slide my palmsdown his muscled back, he broke the kiss, panting wildly.
“Baby, you,” he said between breaths. “You need to relax so you can sleep. Let me help you with the rest of your clothes, and then I’ll wash you. Okay?”
