Fall of Snow: Chapter 38

Snow’s breaths are coming in hard and fast and I haven’t even touched her. Watching her chest rise and fall with sharp desperate pants is almost enough to send me off the edge of my restraint and sink so deep inside her sweet pussy that she feels my cock in her throat. But something tells me that won’t do me any good right now.

Her arousal is thick in the air, her thighs damp with the evidence of her need, but she’s fighting with herself. The conflict in her eyes would normally only make me want to take what I want more, but Snow is the only person on this planet that makes me pause before doing things. Her feelings, her safety, what she wants, it all matters to me where it’s never mattered in the past. Hell, I was relieved when my entire family was slaughtered because it saved me from having to do it myself.

Her pink tongue darts across her lips, but her eyes never move from mine, watching my every move. She’s smart to keep her eyes on the monster in the room, but when I decide to strike, there will be nothing she can do to temper my need for her. She takes a deep breath, only barely settling her rapid breathing enough for words to form. “Please fuck me,” she murmurs as if she doesn’t trust her own voice.

I barely suppress the growl that claws up my throat. The words are like the sweetest victory I’ve ever had, but it’s not enough. I need more. I suspect I’ll always want more from Snow. No matter how much she gives me, I’ll take and take, and when she has nothing left to give, I’ll demand it anyway.

“I know you can do better than that, my little Snowflake,” I force through gritted teeth. My entire body screams at me to touch her, to reach out and wrap my hand around her throat and show her who’s in charge, but I remain perfectly still, waiting for her to do as she’s told.

She drags her bottom lips between her teeth, the soft pillow disappearing as she considers her next words. “Elijah, please fuck me.” The plea falls from her pouty lips like a prayer, and I almost snap, almost pin her down and slide into the paradise between her legs, but she isn’t finished. “I need you.” The admission is so quiet I would have missed it if I hadn’t been watching her as closely as I am.

A moment later, I close the distance between us, her body spreading out beneath me as I cover every inch of her. She seems so tiny when we’re like this. My body covers the entirety of hers with plenty to spare.

“See, look at the rewards you get when you behave,” I murmur as I press kisses to her neck. I slide my cock through her wet folds, careful not to allow myself too close to her entrance just yet.

“I don’t have your cock, so I wouldn’t call it a reward just yet.”

I huff out a laugh. If any other woman said that to me, if they even dared to think it, I would have them over my knee and punish them for their transgressions. But not Snow. As much as I relish the thought of her bent over with a red ass, I find her sass amusing, and perhaps that’s just another sign that I’ve found the woman who is meant to stand at my side.

“Touché.”

I wrap my palm around my cock and slide the head through her wet heat. Fuck, it’s like heaven and I haven’t even felt her tightness yet.

“Is my Snowflake feeling impatient?” I rumble. The more of her wetness that coats my length, the harder it is to hold myself back from sliding deep into her tight cunt.

“Just fuck me already.” She lifts her hips from the mattress, watching me with hooded eyes as she angles her hips to line me up with her entrance.

I close my eyes for the briefest of moments to collect my control. She tests me at every turn. Every bit of discipline I’ve learned over the years, every bit of carefully crafted control that was forced onto me as a child, it all crumples the moment Snow’s sweet scent and perfect body are near.

“What have I told you about trying to call the shots?”

Snow smirks, her perfect mouth turning up in a genuine, unfiltered moment. The cracks in her armor become more obvious with each day that passes, and none more than right now. Her body is so wound up that her mind can’t tell her how bad an idea this is. For the first time since she arrived, she isn’t thinking about the life I stole from her, or how I’ve threatened to keep her from her family, or about the man I just forced her to murder. No, all Snow can think about right now is my cock, and that knowledge only makes it more difficult to control myself.

“I’m not sure. You might need to remind me.” The words are full of lust and it’s all I can do not to give into the monster trying to tear his way from my chest, craving the treat laid out in front of me.

I shake my head, giving my rock-hard cock a few quick strokes. I’ve never been this turned on before. I’ve never needed to fuck more than I do right now. “You’re poking the bear, Snow.”

“Good, maybe he’ll eat me.”

Another laugh tumbles from my throat, and the sound almost startles me. In a life like mine, full of anger and pain and evil, there isn’t much opportunity for laughter. In fact, it was always frowned upon. Any emotion makes you vulnerable, it shows your enemies exactly where they need to hit to hit you the hardest, and a Russo can’t risk that. But Snow brings out the man I never had the opportunity to be.

The moment my cock notches at her entrance, we both let out an impatient moan. She doesn’t realize this, and although she was never leaving before, the moment I sink into her will be the end of any chance she had at continuing in the life she used to lead. The sooner my ring is on her finger and my baby is growing in her belly, the better.

“Elijah,” she whines, the need in her voice almost enough to break my composure. “I asked nicely.”

I drop my head forward and chuckle, fuck, this woman keeps me on my toes. Every time I’ve ever thought I had her figured out, she surprises me with a new layer of herself.

“That you did,” I murmur, pressing my hips forward just enough for her to stretch around the head of my cock. Feeling her wrapped around me has a feral growl clawing up my throat, and this time I can’t hold it back. The sound is primal, as if the monster inside me knows we’re about to claim our woman.

It’s on the tip of my tongue to tell Snow that this is it, that once her cunt has wrapped around my length for the first time, there will be no escaping her fate. But I’m a selfish bastard, and I know all telling her will do is make her fight me while I take what belongs to me. I like it better when she’s compliant, when she looks at me with hooded eyes and asks me nicely to fuck her.

My eyes lock at the place where we’re barely joined. Just the tip of my cock breaching her tightness, but it’s the single most erotic thing I’ve ever seen in my life. It’s like her cunt was made for me, as if somewhere along the way, her body was crafted just for me to claim.

I take a deep breath and push forward through her folds, a long groan breaking from my chest as I sink farther into her until I’m fully seated inside her.

“Holy fuck,” Snow breathes, her body trembling beneath mine.

There are no words for the pleasure shooting up my spine or how perfectly she takes me. I hold myself still for long moments, desperately trying to grasp on to the composure I hold in every other aspect of my life. But I should know by now that Snow challenges everything I’ve ever known and everything I’ve ever been.