Snow's Huntsman: A Fairytale Retelling

by Mila Crawford

  4

  Snow

  When the time is right.

  Those words ran through my head for the rest of the drive back to my father’s. I didn’t want to know about some woman he loved, didn’t even want to think about it. I wasn’t a fool in thinking he hadn’t been with anyone, but since he’d started working for my father there hadn’t been anyone in his life. He came to work every day, stayed long hours, watched over me so nothing happened.

  He was my protector.

  I looked over at him. His dark hair fell in shorts waves around his face, framing his chiseled jaw. And the dark locks made his ice blue eyes stand out. He filled out a suit like no one I had ever seen, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist. I knew beneath that material he’d be defined and hard. I shook my head, trying to remove the thoughts from my mind, knowing they wouldn't help me in this moment.

  Once we were back at my father’s and he cut the engine, we both sat there for long seconds, neither speaking, the air thick, the heat intensifying. I wondered what he thought.

  Forcing myself to get out of the car, I looked at the giant house that I had grown up in. It was beautiful but had become a prison. Before my mother’s passing it had been filled with so much love and happiness. I was blessed to have two loving parents who filled my life with complete joy. I was a lucky child growing up, unlike my friends who had fathers who were too busy with the demands of business and their high-powered company to spend any time with them. I had a father who put my mother and myself first.

  “Snow!” My father’s soft yet demanding voice rang from the front door as he came toward me. There was relief in his expression. Before I knew it I was in his arms, held tightly, an embrace I was so familiar with.

  “Dad, I am sorry. I shouldn’t have run off like that. I just needed to think, be away from everyone and everything.” The worry in my father’s eyes broke my heart but I knew that if I stayed here with how things had been it would crush my soul. “But I need my own space. I’m an adult, and you smothering me because of your fears is crushing me.”

  He smiled sadly and exhaled. “I know.” The sadness in his voice melted my resolve. “I want to do better, to not be so overbearing. It’s my fears and worries. But I’ll try, sweetheart.” He smiled softly. “I gave it a lot of thought, knowing how things have been lately. I don’t want you resenting me. I don’t want to push you away. If you need your freedom, need to be on your own, I want that for you. But please, for the sake of my sanity, I’ve assigned Hunter to be your personal bodyguard.”

  My heart skipped a beat at that. Maybe I should have been upset that he was still having someone shadow me, but I wasn’t. My father admitting how overbearing he’d been was a huge step for him. If he wanted a bodyguard for me, then it was a compromise I was willing to make, especially if said security was Hunter.

  “I know this is hard for you to do,” I said softly and smiled. “But thank you for allowing me to stand on my own two feet.”

  He exhaled and shook his head, but a smile played on his mouth. “I can’t guarantee I still won’t be an overprotective father, but I won’t be your jailor anymore.”

  I chuckled softly.

  “You think you’re up for the task, Hunter?” my father asked him.

  “I’ll risk my life to protect hers. You don’t need to worry.”

  As I stared at the man I was in love with, watched as his eyes darkened, his focus trained just on me, a jolt of electricity slammed into me.

  Maybe I wasn’t the only one who felt the charge between us? Maybe if I admitted how I felt my heart wouldn’t get broken?

  Hunter

  A thin wall. Just a thin wall separated me from what was mine.

  Snow.

  How was a man supposed to sleep when his woman was not in his arms? I had given up on any other woman, because no one else appealed to me. I’d found the one for me, and that was Snow. As a man I was going to make sure she knew she was my one and only.

  My cock throbbed in my boxers and I reached down to adjust myself. I wanted to be buried deep in her body. I wanted her to know she’d always claimed me.

  I wanted her to know I had saved myself for her. Only her.

  What would she say if she knew I was a virgin? What would she think of me if I admitted that, before she entered my life, I focused on work, building my reputation in this business and not worrying about anything else? Would she think me less than a man?

  I pushed all those thoughts of the “what ifs” aside and walked toward my dresser. I pulled open the drawer and took out a picture of Snow. It had been taken last year in the garden. I didn’t just want her in my bed. I wanted her in my life as mine. Only mine.

  I wanted it all with Snow. I wanted forever. And I was done waiting.

  Tonight I’d tell her exactly what I wanted...her.

  5

  Snow

  I couldn’t sleep, not when my mind was consumed with Hunter. I wanted to tell him how I felt. I needed him to know that I loved him. Too many years had passed where I kept that to myself. I wouldn’t hide it anymore, not even if rejection was a very real possibility.

  Maybe I should just say fuck it all and go to him? Maybe I should just let my heart lead this one time?

  I walked over to my door and gripped the handle. It was late, and no doubt he was asleep. I knew he’d been up for far longer than was probably healthy. Sometimes he’d take double shifts, working forty-eight hours straight to make sure I was safe.

  I felt butterflies in my belly at the thought of all he did for me.

  I pulled the door open and gasped as I saw him standing there on the other side, his head lowered as he stared at me.

  “Hunter?” I said his name softly. “What are you doing?”

  He closed his eyes and exhaled. “Can I come in and talk?”

  My heart was thundering. I nodded and stepped aside, letting him in. I closed the door behind him, my breathing swinging in and out of me as I watched him standing there, taking in my room.

  He turned and looked at me, not saying anything, but his expression speaking loudly. Hunter watched me, his head still cast down slightly, his eyes heavy-lidded. I felt like I was naked in front of him, bared so he saw every single inch of my body. It excited me, made me want to explore this to the fullest.

  His pupils were big, dilated to the point they ate up the color of his irises. I slowly lowered my gaze to his hands. I imaged how it would feel to have his hands on me, the strength coming from them enough to make me feel feminine.

  I started breathing harder, my chest rising and falling in time with the beat of my heart. What I wanted to do was just go over to him, cup his face in my hands and kiss him. I wanted—needed—to tell him how much I loved him. Opening my mouth to do just that, the words were lodged in my throat.

  “What are you thinking about right now?” he asked, his voice so deep it made the hair on my arms stand on end.

  I wanted to be honest, to tell him all the things that were playing in my head right now. “I…” Still the words wouldn’t come forth.

  Tell him. Just be honest.

  Stealing myself, I took a deep breath in and stepped forward. “I love you.” God, the words were out there. I felt my eyes widen, knew my face was red. I felt how hot it was, my embarrassment over just saying those three words filling me.

  I needed his hands on me, his lips on mine. But I was afraid, nervous of even uttering those words. I'd never been with a man. I was an inexperienced virgin who only craved one man.

  Hunter.

  “You love me?” he said in his deep, husky voice.

  I swallowed, licked my lips, and then nodded. “Yes,” I whispered.

  He seemed so close, yet so far away. The air was thick, heated, and the beads of perspiration on my body seemed to intensify, multiply. He was all I thought about.

  “Say it again.”

  I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t even think straight in this moment.

  “You.” I stared righ
t into his eyes. “I want you. I’m so in love with you, have been for probably far too long.” The words tumbled out of me on their own.

  The only thing I heard from him was this low rumble. And then he was right in front of me. I knew he'd give me exactly what I wanted…him.

  6

  Hunter

  The air heated, becoming thick, her arousal clear. I was standing just a few feet from Snow, all of my instincts telling me to go to her, to pull her against me and claim her mouth with mine. I wanted to tell her she was fucking mine, that I loved her. I wanted her to know I’d saved myself for her.

  “I love you,” she said again and I groaned.

  Closing my eyes, I knew I wouldn’t make her wait to hear those words.

  “I love you, Snow,” I finally said and opened my eyes to look at her. “I have loved you, but stayed away because I worked for your father.” I took a step closer. “But there has been no one else for me. Ever.” I let those words sink in as I stared into her eyes. She looked shocked as hell as she stared at me with wide eyes, her mouth slightly open, her pulse beating rapidly beneath her ear.

  “You love me?” she asked, looking shocked.

  I’d wanted to go to her, to tell her she was mine, but I’d stayed back, given her space. “I love you more than anything else in this fucking world.”

  “Hunter.” She said my name softly and I growled low in approval. “I don’t want to fight this, or try and deny my feelings any longer.” She looked at me with wide eyes, the very sight of her making me so damn ready to claim her and make her mine, finally.

  My cock jerked, and I knew I couldn’t deny myself, couldn’t deny the chemistry that moved between us any longer. I walked toward her, eating up the distance that separated us, seeing the desire clear on her face. My body became tighter, every part of me ready to finally claim her. I inhaled deeply, taking her very scent into my body, memorizing it in my very cells. I was only inches away now. We breathed the same air.

  “The moment I saw you I knew you were mine.” I needed her to know that. I needed her to know that we were meant to be together. I smoothed my finger over her bottom lip and felt her tremble.

  She reached out, curled her hands around my biceps and pulled me closer. Snow was breathing harder, her pupils dilated, and I could see the way the flush on her cheeks deepened. For long seconds we just looked into each other’s eyes, and I had a hell of a time not taking her right then.

  “I’ve never been with a—”

  “I know,” I said before she could finish. “You’ll be my first, too.”

  She breathed harder, faster.

  “I want you. I need you.” Her voice was soft, needy. “I want to be yours and I’m tired of pretending I can fight this. I can’t.”

  I started breathing harder the longer I stared at her, the more I let those words sink in. There would be no stopping this.

  “I need you, Snow,” I said and cupped the back of her neck.

  “I need you, too, Hunter.”

  I groaned. I forced myself back and looked into her face. “You want this?”

  She nodded.

  “You want me to claim you?”

  “Yes, Hunter. I want that more than anything.”

  For long moments we stood there, neither speaking, but the heat, chemistry, and electricity tangible. “Get on the bed. Let me show you how much I love you. Let me show you what I want to do to you.”

  Snow didn’t make me wait. She went over to the bed and sat down, her eyes heavy-lidded. I took in every part of her, every inch. The long fall of her dark hair, the way she looked at me with big, blue eyes. I’d worship every part of her, make her scream out for more, beg for it to never end.

  “Undress for me,” I whispered.

  I wanted to see if her nipples were a deep red or rosy pink. I wanted to see how hard they were, how wet she was for me. Once she was naked I stood there for long moments just staring at her, taking in the very essence that made her up. “Lay on the bed. Let me see your pretty pussy.” My cock was so damn hard.

  When her thighs were open and her pussy was on clear display, a harsh groan left me. I was on my knees before her seconds later, the need in me demanding I claim her. I smoothed my hands up her legs, over her thighs, and curled my fingers into her soft flesh. I pulled her thighs apart even farther. She smelled good, felt so fucking incredible. I leaned in until there was only an inch separating our mouths.

  “Yes,” she whispered.

  I leaned back just an inch and lowered my gaze to her chest, saw her breasts rise and fall violently with her increased breathing, and felt my mouth water. Her nipples were a rosy pink.

  I needed to taste her. “I’ll never get enough. Never.” I looked down at her pussy again, saw how wet she was for me, her arousal glistening. I slipped my hand between her legs, but looked into her eyes, gauging her reaction, her emotions. I kept my fingers poised right on her inner thigh, right by that crease where her leg met the tight, hot little part of her.

  And when I touched her pussy she opened her mouth and gasped. I speared my fingers through her wet, soaked slit, and grunted in arousal. “I want you so fucking badly.”

  And I’d have her...all of her.

  “I’ll never get enough.” Snow was my world. One look at her and I’d known. She licked her lips, and I was riveted to the sight, imagining her mouth wrapped around my cock.

  God, I’ll never get enough.

  “Tell me you’re mine.”

  “I’m yours,” she said without hesitation.

  “Only mine.” I leaned up and moved my tongue along the seam of her lips, the flavor of her addictive. When she started kissing me back I didn’t stop the groan that left me. I broke the kiss and trailed my lips along her jawline to her ear. “I am so hard for you.” She made this soft noise. I slipped my hand to her nape, curled my finger into her soft, warm flesh, and started kissing her pulse.

  I knew that I had to claim her now. I dragged my hand up her belly and cupped one of her breasts. I’d been waiting for this moment my entire life.

  “Yes,” she whispered.

  I was on her now, my body pressed to hers. I sucked on her neck, dragging my tongue up the slender column of her throat, and thrust back and forth against her softness, right between her legs.

  Her flesh was sweet, addictive. She gasped. I took hold of her nipples between my thumb and forefingers and pulled at the already taut flesh. I was shaking with the effort to keep calm.

  My dick was so hard it ached, and my balls were drawn up tight to my body. Right now all I wanted to do was to fuck her hard and rough…make her mine. I pulled back, resting on my knees, and reached down to take hold of my cock. I started stroking myself from root to tip, not able to control my need to touch myself as I stared at her body.

  And then she reached down, spread her pussy lips wide, and showed me exactly what was mine.

  7

  Snow

  I touched myself, showing him the most intimate part of me. I wanted to please Hunter. I looked down at the long, thick length of his erection that stood hard between his muscular thighs. This man was a brutally hard male. Hunter stroked himself in slow, lazy motions, his focus on me. I was transfixed by the sight.

  The sound of his palm moving over his flesh filled my head, made me dizzy, excited. His bicep contracted and relaxed from the rapid motion of him jerking off.

  “How ready are you for me?” he asked, even though I knew he could see how wet I was.

  “I’m so ready,” I said instantly.

  He groaned but finally placed his hands beside my hips. I felt myself grow wetter at how big he was, hovering over me. I needed him to kiss me. He didn’t make me wait long, and only a second later claimed my mouth. His flavor was spicy. I couldn’t stop the small noise that came forth from me.

  I felt the hot, hard length of him press between my thighs as he continued to kiss me. I wanted to feel him pushing into me, making me feel full and complete. He swirled his tongue
around the inside of my mouth with possessiveness.

  Without breaking the kiss, he reached between our bodies and placed the tip of his shaft at the entrance of my pussy. Everything inside of me stilled, tensed. This was it, no going back.

  “You’re mine.”

  In one deep, fluid motion he slid into me. My back arched, my breasts thrust out. He broke through my innocence, the stretch burning. He groaned above me, closed his eyes, and I saw how taut his body became.

  “I’m yours the same way you’re mine.”

  “Yes,” I moaned.

  I felt the heavy weight of his balls press against my ass when he was fully inside of me, breaking through my innocence, claiming it as his.

  “I’m yours in the same way,” he grunted out.

  The air left me, my heart stalled, and all I could do was hold on. He gave me long moments to adjust to his size, to get accustomed to his penetration.

  When he started moving in and out of me I grabbed onto his biceps and dug my nails into his flesh. He breathed hard, heavy, and kept his eyes closed. His massive chest rose and fell as he breathed, and his big arms shook as he held himself up above me.

  “Fuck,” he said harshly. He pushed into me and pulled out, over and over.

  He plowed in and out of me, claiming my innocence, taking it as his own. With each passing second he picked up speed until he was slamming his dick into me, making me slide up the bed with each thrust. Right before I felt myself falling over the edge, Hunter pulled out of me and flipped me onto my belly. A gasp left me at the sudden feeling of emptiness at the quick movement. Hunter palmed my ass with his big hands, gripped the mounds, and squeezed them tightly until I gasped.

  “So perfect.” He grabbed my waist and hauled me up so I was now on my hands and knees, my ass in the air and my legs spread.