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and
Rose share, how this action expresses a story more than any voice can say. He
sweeps along my mouth, pressing our tongues together, making us one. Soft moans
seep through his lips against mine. I return them with whimpers and groans of
my own, like a mating call of the spring bluebirds. They speak for us.
    My
hands fumble along his body, searching for his cock. I grip him with my fingers
and stroke him as I remember Rose doing to Marcus. Darien jerks back, breaking
our kiss as he releases a growl. His palms slam against the wall behind me, and
he stares deep into my eyes as I work my hand over him, sliding in the last bit
of my juices still on him.
    “ Snow...” His voice cracks as he fights the heavy
breaths huffing in and out of his chest. Stilling my hand, he guides it to his
mouth and kisses each fingertip before sucking them one by one. “Your juices
taste divine.”
    My
eyes widen as I watch him with horror and fascination. What a strange thing to
do, yet it oddly floods me with desire.
    Easing
himself against me, he grabs hold of his cock and pushes it against my
entrance. In a fury, he grabs hold of my leg, hoisting it against his body and
harnesses me against the wall as he thrusts himself back inside me.
    My
body arches without my control as I take him in. Cradling the back of my head
with his large hand, he pumps in and out of me. Marcus and Rose drown out our
own moans with theirs as Darien and I crash together, groaning as he shudders against
me. Goose bumps rush my flesh, and sensations spiral through my loins into an
explosion, launching a loud gasping groan from my mouth. His face mimics that
of Marcus, the look of ecstasy taking hold as a final groan rips over his lips.
    He
stills against me, pressing his forehead to mine as heavy, labored breaths take
over his body. A shiver takes control of mine. With careful movements, he
lowers my leg and slips out of me before wrapping me in his arms and pulling me
to his chest.
    “ I'm so sorry, Snow.” His large hands stroke my hair
and down my back.
    A
ping of regret and fear stab at my heart. Was it not any good?
    “ Did I do it wrong?” I ask , doing everything I can to hold back a wash of tears pooling in my eyes.
    He
slides his hands against either side of my cheeks. A smile curls at the edges
of his lips. “God no, Snow! You were prefect and beautiful. It was me.” He
shakes his head.
    “ You?” I stare at him as if he were mad. I still ache to have him back inside me. My
body rings with sensations and adrenaline wanting more. How could he have done
something wrong?
    “ I swore to take it slow with you. I promised myself
I would give you pleasure. And at the first sign of you stroking me I slam into
you like a whore. I'm ashamed. You deserved better.” His head droops, and he
presses his hands against the wall behind me.
    “ Darien,” I whisper as words fail to make it past my
lips. They cannot express the multitude of emotions rampaging through my head
and heart. “You did give me pleasure. You brought out things in me I've never
experienced before. I've never been with a man. I had no idea I could feel like
that.”
    He
presses against me, and heat floods my belly again as if it were the first
time. Shock hits me that I want more of him. That I ache to have his hands rake
my body the way they did minutes ago.
    “ Snow,” he whispers against my lips before sliding
his tongue between them.
    His
kiss swallows me whole, and suddenly his warm fingers part my legs, diving into
my folds. A fire burns inside me, and I rock my hips against his hand. Whimpers
bubble up from my chest with each of his strokes. My arousal mixed with his
seed seeps down my legs, and the scent of our sex floods my nostrils. It makes
me want him more.
    In
a fury I launch myself at him, thrusting my hips over his hand as I paw at him
like some wild animal. He pins me to the wall, stroking me harder and faster
until my world spirals and dizziness overcomes me. My nails dig