Snow Novel 47

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CHAPTER 47

-Zara’s POV-

My head hurt so much from the fall but not as much as having the entire weight of this… urrghhh… alpha on

me.

that

“Aaarrhh!” Snow groaned as he landed on top of me, his weight pressing me to the ground. My head throbbed from the fall, but it wasn’t just the pain had my body frozen in place–it was the heat, the proximity, the overwhelming sense of him–his scent, warmth, and raw power.

“Snow…” I muttered. It was happening again. His effect on me. As though that wasn’t enough, my traitorous nipples responded to the feel of his naked torso and muscles squishing my breast, hard against me.

His eyes lit as he lifted his head slightly, his eyes locking onto mine. Those blue eyes burned with a mixture of amusement, desire, and something darker.

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His breath was warm against my check.

Snow was enjoying my predicament once more.

“Comfortable?” Snow asked as he hovered above me, his face just inches from mine.

“Get off,” I snapped, pushing against his chest, but it was like trying to move a brick wall. His body didn’t budge.

Instead, a slow smirk spread across his face as he leaned in closer, his lips brushing just near my ear, sending a shiver racing down my spine. “Make me.”

He challenged me and damn it, I was failing. “You’re unbearable,” I hissed, after some time, glaring at him.

“I can be that and more, Zara,” he reminded me, his lips ghosting over my skin, close enough to make my breath hitch, but not close enough to satisfy the burning ache building inside me.

His mouth moved down the line of my jaw, teasing, barely touching, just enough to make my pulse race and my body crave him.

And God I wanted to feel his lips pressed on mine again.

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‘Fuck it, Zara get a grip girl!”

I tried to squirm away, tried to muster the strength to shove him off, but my body betrayed me, heat pooling low in my stomach as every nerve lit up under his teasing. Damn him.

“Snow… stop.” My voice trembled, but it didn’t sound convincing, even to my own ears.

“You don’t really want me to stop, do you?” he murmured as his lips finally pressed against my neck, the contact sending a wave of heat through my entire body.

Astrid purred, her consciousness finally awakening. This was bad. Very, very bad.

His hand, still resting at my waist, tightened its grip. His lips began moving lower, brushing over the sensitive spot at the base of my throat, sucking softly until my skin tingled with the sensation.

“Snow,” I gasped, my fingers involuntarily gripping his arms, holding on as my resolve crumbled.

It was infuriating how easily he could undo me, how his touch sent sparks racing through my veins, igniting

Comething I couldn’t control

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He lifted his head just enough to meet my gaze again, dark blue eyes filled with a possessiveness that made my heart race.

“You’re mine, Zara,” he growled softly, his voice vibrating through me. “You can fight it all you want, but it doesn’t change the truth. And as your husband, it is my duty to want and pleasure you.”

I opened my mouth to argue, to push back, but the words died on my lips when his mouth crashed against mine, silencing any protest I might’ve had.

The kiss was rough, demanding, filled with the kind of heat that burned through every last shred of my

defenses.

I wanted to hate him for all of it–for how he made me feel and easily broke my carefully structured walls. But instead, I found myself kissing him back, my fingers curling into his hair, pulling him closer as his lips devoured mine.

The kiss deepened, his tongue slipping between my lips, exploring, teasing, until I was lost in the sensation of him–his weight pressing me down, his hands roaming over my body, his heat surrounding me.

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My breath hitched as his hand slid down, gripping my thigh and pulling it up around his waist. The motion pressed us closer, the friction between us sending shockwaves of pleasure through me. I gasped against his mouth, my body arching into his touch.

“See?” he whispered against my lips, his voice dripping with smug satisfaction. “You can’t resist me.”

I wanted to argue, wanted to tell him that I was still in control, but I couldn’t. Not when his hand was sliding up my thigh, not when his lips were trailing fire down my neck again, his teeth nipping at the sensitive skin just below my ear.

“You’re playing with fire, Snow,” I managed to gasp, my voice strained as I tried to keep some semblance of control. But it was useless. My body was already betraying me, my hips tilting up toward him, craving

more.

“And you’re loving every second of my fire, Zara,” he whispered.

Before I could respond, his hand slid higher, teasing the edge of my nightgown, his fingers brushing dangerously close to where I ached for him. My breath

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hitched, and I tensed, waiting for him to go further.

I held his head, lifting his face to mine as I crashed my lips on his again.

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Since he wanted fire, I bet he was prepared for getting burnt. I took hold of the game, pushing my tongue into his mouth as I let Astrid’s seductive aura slip out

enough to heighten Snow’s pleasure.

Snow moaned into our kiss, his hand moving up to brush against my breast when I stopped him quickly, pushing both hands behind him.

He pried his eyes open to watch me but my right hand ‘moved with agility straight to his neck. Snow

swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing at the sight.

I loved control just like he did and I was about to show him how much.

Keeping our gaze locked, I lowered my lips, my lashes fluttering as my tongue tasted his lip before kissing

him.

Heaven knew it felt hot and strangely different as the connection intensified. Snow allowed me the privilege of control for two minutes before breaking apart and releasing himself.