Page 142 of An Inevitable Marriage

With a hum, I lowered the book and glanced at the sleeping beauty before me.

Her eyes were closed, and her hair fanned out on the armrest. She looked like a sweet angel with a pitch-black halo. One corner of my mouth curved upward, and I lifted the book to reread the last few paragraphs.

Yeah.Definitely a dark halo.

Gently setting the book on the coffee table, I adjusted myself. The anticipation of what I’d find had me hard before I’d walked off the elevator—add to that how sinful Snow was in her sleepshirt, and that unholy scene I’d just read, and yeah, my hardness was next fucking level.

Unable to wait a second longer, I scooped her up and carried her to our bedroom. Once there, I softly laid her down on the bed. She stirred a bit but didn’t wake fully. I watched her for a while, wondering if it’d be best to crawl beside her and drift off to sleep.

But then I recalled the conversation from earlier and the scene I’d just read. She wanted this, and so help me, I did, too. With a grin, I hurried to her old room, and once I found what I was searching for, I headed back to my sleeping Snow.

I stripped out of my clothes and lowered myself onto the mattress beside her. Because she was so close and I couldn’t resist, I buried my nose in the crook of her neck and inhaled deeply.

Fuck, I’d never get tired of how damn good she smelled. I stayed there for a few moments before slowly dragging my mouth over her skin. Up her throat, along her jaw, over her lips.

Snow stirred, making a soft humming noise, but her eyes never opened. I kissed her some more, moving down her throat and collarbone. While my mouth was busy sampling her, I gripped the hem of her shirt and pushed it up.

She stirred again, and this time, the humming noise wasn’t as soft.

Thank fuck I’d set the lights to dim. It was soft enough not to be harsh on the eyes and still light enough for me to drink in her beauty. And drink I did. I took her in, reveled in every fucking perfect inch of her. Then I descended, latching on to her nipple like a starved animal. I sucked, flicked my tongue, and rolled my teeth over her puckered skin then gave her other breast the same attention.

Those humming noises were gone. In their place, soft little sleepy moans of pleasure that fueled my every move down her stomach. Working slowly—a direct contradiction to how fucking eagerly I wanted her—I pushed her legs apart and settled my shoulders between her thighs.

A deep groan rumbled through my chest when I dragged my nose along her underwear and found it already wet. Then another when her back arched and her hips shifted restlessly.

Fuck, this was torture. And since I was such a masochist, I teased her like that over her underwear a while longer. Somewhere along the way, my pretty Snow woke from her slumber.

Her breaths came in short bursts as she desperately rocked against my face.

“Liam,” she begged, and my already rock-hard erection grew even harder. “Please.”

“Fuck, you beg so prettily.” Instead of teasing her with my nose, I shoved her panties aside and brushed my fingers over her wet skin.

“Ohhhh.” Bucking her hips, she arched off the mattress.

I drew back, keeping her from getting the friction she craved. And this time when she said my name, it came out in a low growl.

With a chuckle, I reached for the bedside table and grabbed the item I had retrieved from her room earlier. I pressed the button, and an immediate low buzzing sound filled the room.

Sucking in a breath, Snow pushed onto her elbows. Her gaze instantly shot to the purple toy in my hands then slowly drifting back to me.

“Show me,” I said, offering it to her. “Let me see you make yourself come.”

She didn’t hesitate. Shimmying out of her underwear, she took the toy from me and positioned herself against the headboard. Gaze trained on me; she lowered the vibrator between her legs.

A sharp hiss filled the space around us, and I immediately lowered my eyes to where she worked. She twisted and twirled the toy, teasing herself for a bit then slipped just the tip inside her.

Her free hand was on her breast, tweaking and pulling on her nipple in a way that had me fucking salivating. I was torn; I wanted to keep watching, but I also wanted to cover her hand with my own and taste her on my tongue.

“You’re a fucking masterpiece,” I told her. Unable to help myself, I palmed my erection and gave myself a long, languid stroke. “Fuck.”

“Ohh,” Snow moaned. “I’m close. So close.”

“Good.” The word came out through gritted teeth. “Come. Please fucking come so I can lick it up and make you come all over again.”

She did.

Throwing her head back, she cried out in pleasure. It was the sweetest sound in the entire world. And tonight, I planned on hearing it over and over again.