“We should.” Her voice trembles and her eyes sparkle up at me.
“That’s not what I asked.” I peck her lips gently.
“No, I don’t want you to stop.” Her hand leaves my hair and slides down to cup my jaw. She runs her thumb over the edge of my lower lip. “But you be careful.”
“As careful as you are.” I seal my promise with a kiss and my soul finds peace.
It’s not like our previous times together when I couldn’t get enough of Snow.
The hunger remains, but our tender state and her pregnancy change things.
We kiss deeply and slowly, as if we’re writing our words of love against one another.
Clothes are removed one by one until we’re both completely naked and our peace is shaken slightly as Snow’s hands pause around a deep bruise on my ribs.
I show her the same attention by studying the marks left on her skin. Fred’s an exceptional surgeon and it shows, but those injuries show how painfully close I came to losing her.
I was powerless to save her and yet fate, thankfully, was kind to me.
I can’t take my eyes off them, though.
Three neatly healing incisions that stood between Snow and the end of her life.
All through the reckless actions of some idiot who will spend Christmas in prison.
“I’m okay,” Snow says, her voice cutting through my thoughts.
I look up at her and lose myself in the softness of her gaze. “I know.”
“And you’re okay,” she murmurs, lightly caressing the bruise. “We’re okay.”
“We’re okay,” I repeat.
Our lips meet, and they don’t part. I position myself over her, supported on one arm, and run my hand over her breasts, teasing her nipples until she’s writhing under me and panting into my mouth each time our kiss breaks for air.
My skin heats up with the heat of desire and a pulse of lust shoots straight to my core when she hooks one leg around my hips and grinds her hot mound against my growing cock.
I need to be inside her.
We must share the same thought because a moment later, Snow’s hands are on my shoulders and she’s very slowly rolling us over until I’m flat on my back with my head surrounded by soft pillows.
“Let me,” she says softly as she climbs on top of me, resting her weight on my lower belly.
The heat from that gorgeous slit between her legs warms my skin and I run both my hands up her thighs.
“Are you sure?”
She nods. “This way, we’ll both be okay.” Snow leans now and kisses the space between my pecs, then her lips walk across to one nipple and a sharp sting of pleasure coils in my gut as her teeth lightly sink into my flesh. Then she kisses up to my mouth but as she tries to pull away, I cradle the back of her head and pull her back in for a deep, hungry kiss.
A kiss that lingers until her warm hand wraps around my cock and a moment later, the slick warmth of her pussy closes around my crown.
“Fuck—” My head tips back into the cloud of soft pillows as Snow sinks down onto me with careful precision, her breath hitching and her fingernails digging into my bare chest as she braces herself against me.
“Oh—God,” Snow gasps, her voice trembling. “Thicker than I remember.”
A soft laugh punches out of my chest. “Need to fuck you more if you can’t remember.”
“I’m down,” she gasps, throwing her head back as she bottoms out on my cock and sits there, panting softly.
