Snow White, page 12
part #1 of Ever After Series
“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's mine.
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.
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. Please is 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."
My gut clenches. How could I have forgotten her innocence? I soften, leaning forward to kiss her. "We don't have to." Those words almost kill me to utter.
"I want to," she whispers, heat returning to her eyes.
I roll off her and onto my back, crooking my finger. "Take it slow, princess."
Snow nods, fiddling with the ties of her chemise. Her hands shake, and I cover them. "Snow, look at me."
She locks eyes with me, whispering, "Yes?"
"Slow, princess," I whisper and kiss her again. The silk slides off her body with a single tug of her ties.
Chapter Thirty-Two
Snow
This is really happening. Azura and I are alone in her room. She is naked before me, and I will soon be joining her. It is like every wicked dream I’ve had. Her nipples are the pale pink of carnations. They are tight, jutting forward and begging for me to suck. I want to roll them with my tongue and watch her squirm. Azura has curves in all the right places. Her bum is round and easy to grip, and I want to grab it again, massaging it until it is red and burning.
Her delicate hands push my chemise from my shoulders. My breath is quick, cool, and heavy as her hands slide over my skin. Azura’s pale pink lips press softly against mine, making my core pulsate. My eyes become heavy as I pull away from the kiss.
“May I... may I kiss you um…” Down where I can milk your pleasure for hours. I can’t seem to finish my sentence, afraid if I do, I will wake from this dream.
Azura opens her arms and says, “Come here.”
I chew my lip for a moment. I could climb up her body and kiss her for hours or… I lower my lips to her belly, placing hot kisses on her porcelain skin.
“Don’t be so nervous,” she moans softly. “Your touch is all I need. It makes me drip.”
Your words make me drip daily.
I run my tongue from her belly button to her hip, placing another soft kiss against it. Azura arches her back, tunneling her fingers into my dark hair. “Just like that,” she moans. I continue my work, kissing down between her thighs. Her legs fall open to me, revealing her perfect pink pussy. It shines for me in the candlelight. Goodness me, it is better than my wildest dreams.
My kisses are light and soft as I trail my lips along the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. I rub my nose against her clit, and she moans softly as I kiss her pussy. Her warmth entrances me, and my kisses become desperate, her taste addicting.
“Yes,” Azura moans, rocking her hips, my nose rubbing against her clit once more. I can’t hold back anymore, and I take a long lick of her, letting out a rough moan. She tastes better than the Golden Oasis. The body of water is rumored to bring bliss and peace to a person’s soul. I don’t think I will ever need to drink that water when I have access to Azura’s perfect taste.
“You like tasting me?” Azura asks, her back arching.
“So fucking m-much.” I nod and bury myself into her pussy, taking slow licks of her as I wrap my arms around her legs.
She moans and sits up on her elbows. “I like watching you lick my pussy, princess.” I moan as her hand grips my hair, and she rocks her hips more vigorously. “Like that. Like that.”
Shivers run down my spine, and I swirl my tongue around her clit, sliding one finger inside her. I press my hips against the bed, needing to relieve the ache inside me. Azura’s thighs tremble as they press against my head. She grinds her pussy against my mouth as I grip her hips, savoring the taste, scent, and feel of her.
Azura’s moans become louder, and I press a second finger inside her. Within seconds, I feel her walls tightening around them, pulsating as she muffles her screams into a pillow. Her entire body shudders as I drink down her orgasm. I don’t know how, but her taste is even sweeter after she comes. It overwhelms me, and I lap up every inch of her skin.
“Fuck, princess.” Azura moans, unlocking her legs from behind my head. She lets them rest beside my body as I slowly pull away, licking my lips, already hungering for more.
“A-Azura?”
Her breath is heavy as she holds her hands out for me. “Come here.”
I crawl up her body and curl into her arms. Everything hits me like a brick. I licked her where it was forbidden. I kissed her until she screamed. Does she hate me? No, she couldn’t hate me. She wanted it as much as I did, but did I do it right?
Azura laughs softly, kissing my forehead. “How did that feel, hm?”
“Good, so good.” I shake slightly, tearing up. “Did I do good? Am I a good girl?”
She lifts my chin, so my eyes connect with hers. “You are a good girl.”
“P-promise?” I ask, my voice quavering.
“Promise,” she says, cupping my cheek. “My very good girl and her wicked tongue.”
I let out a shaky breath before kissing her softly.
“That nervous, princess?” she asks against my lips.
“Yes.” I nod.
“I’m sorry,” she says, pulling me closer to her. She tugs the comforter up, covering both of us. The weight and pressure of the blanket and Azura’s arms calm me, my pounding heart settling.
“Just because I-I was nervous doesn’t mean I d-didn’t like it,” I stutter.
She lifts my chin, smiling at me and twirling a lock of my hair around her finger. “Did you like it?”
“I loved it,” I whispered. Azura rolls me onto my back and kisses along the curve of my breast.
“My turn,” she says with a wicked smirk.
“Please.” I moan softly, my hips already bucking from need. Azura smirks, her tongue swirling over my nipples. She wets them with her mouth and sucks deep, making a popping noise when she releases the sensitive tip. I shiver, my pussy pulsing and my core dripping. Azura gives the same treatment to my other nipple before kissing down my abdomen. Goosebumps rise on my skin, and I arch my back.
“A-Azura…”
“Yes, princess?” she says, tracing her tongue over my hip bones.
“I’m all yours,” I whisper. Our eyes lock on each other as Azura settles between my thighs and laps along my swollen, drenched folds. My breath hitches in my throat.
“So sweet.” She moans.
I squirm on the bed. “More.”
She flicks her tongue over my clit, making me jump. “Delicious.”
I moan, arching my back as she presses two fingers inside my aching core. I feel the pressure building deep inside.
“Oh, my… I… wow.” I gasp as she hits something inside me. Her tongue laps against my clit, and I mew in pleasure.
“Come on my tongue,” she commands. I whimper, gripping the sheets as she continues her conquest of my body. Pleasure rips through me, a shiver of pure ecstasy warming my belly. My moans are loud and throaty as I thrash on the bed. I cease moving when Azura finally releases my clit and kisses my thighs before crawling up my body.
“Still nervous?” she asks.
I shake my head, panting. “No.”
She kisses me softly before laying next to me. “Good girl.”
I shiver, whispering, “Say it again.”
She hugs me tight and says, “Very good girl.”
I smile brightly, pressing my face against her breast. This is what pure bliss and contentment feel like. I am never giving it up.
Chapter Thirty-Three
Azura
I stroked Snow’s hair, marveling at the way the tight curls retain their perfect shape even when pulled. The cool touch of Snow’s skin beneath the warm blankets sends a hum of deep contentment through my body. My muscles are lax, the tension in my body is draining away, and everything in me relaxes. I’m not someone who basks in the afterglow of sex, but with Snow beside me, all of my carefully laid plans are gone.
Snow hums softly and runs her cool fingers around my nipple, making the bud tighten. I shift under her touch, growing wet for her again. She seems entranced by the change. Her curiosity will be the death of me, as will her obsession with my breasts.
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.
