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parents, for my mom. But not for me, Snow. Those looks they give you away. I can t

de something inside m

sk again, are you a virgin? Or do y

htened. "Wh

said and before I could think, his large hands clasped around my neck. I

h

orce. My eyes gaped wider as I felt his hands grab my butt, squeezin

ss, but the worst part was

under his, and my lungs starved for air, and yet the ache in my

it to shatter again when his tongue flicked against my throat, hot. His hand stayed firm around my wa

ollow of my collarbone. "Because if no one's had you... Snow," h

ame and desire tangled unti

ended and mine began. My body felt like it wasn't mine anymore, the

he mattress dipped beneath my weight, but before I could catch my breath,

y movement until I froze at the ink etched on his left breast. A tiny shape like infinity

d about me, Snow." His words were mocking but

my mouth, but the words tangled on my tongue. My heart s

he leaned closer, so close I cou

nd slid up my thigh making my pulse stutter. "Every

st hoped he hadn't heard it. But th

"then spread those legs for me." His voice was low and I felt the words

as I obeyed, parti

ave these sick fantasies like you do." His lips trailed down my neck, so warm,

His rough palm pressed through the thin barrier of fabric. With one sharp tug, he fr

alone unra

s lips around my nipple tore a moan from me. My head f

my thighs tremble, while his other hand rolled and t

ame broke from

easing, only to circle my nipple with his ton

So desperate for something I didn't even have words for. But Gos

etched taut. He didn't look away, not once. His eyes pinned me, dark and burning, whi

, his lips brushing the skin his mouth had le

't speak or even deny him because I wanted more, so I only nodded with my

tured my lips again, dragging

nd stayed tangled in the fabric around my b

, I fucking let him. I let

long enough to whisper ag

and so commanding, that my damned

cool air brushed against bare skin and I was left exposed beneath hi

he mattress until he was between my thighs. His hands parted my thighs slowly. The rush of heat there made me tremble, part

ispered, my v

ed on the thin scrap of lace still covering me. Slowly,

scorched trails that made me ache everywhere. When his gaze finall

rves knotting tight inside me, but he

es apart again, bit by bit, until I was open for

ungry and unrelenting made the sh