Snow once again didn’t hesitate to do as he said and his lips came down on hers. He didn’t slip slowly into her, he plunged quickly into her. She let out a small cry that faded into his mouth.

Then he began to move.

His lips left hers, and there were no more words after that only her moans of pleasure.

She tossed her head back with each strong thrust, moans falling liberally from her lips. She could feel the width and length of him and loved that he fit so perfectly inside her. It felt like they were one, never to be parted.

She only wished she could see his face, though his growing groans as he drove in and out of her let her know of his mounting pleasure.

Everything faded around her and all she could feel was his steady thrusts and her passion turning so wild and demanding that her body responded of its own accord.

Their bodies worked in an instinctive rhythm that intensified to the point that Snow thought she’d scream. She did when suddenly her body exploded in such a powerful, mind-shattering sensation that she couldn’t help but cry out. The exquisite sensation rippled through her body, her moans flowing along with it.

As soon as his wife cried out in climax, he let himself go and joined her, letting loose a growling groan that intensified as his powerful climax went on to last longer and bring greater satisfaction than he’d ever experienced.

He collapsed on her, stripped of strength, something that had never happened to him before this. Her arms went around him to squeeze tight, though he felt her lack of strength as well.

They were both spent and that made him smile.

He rolled to his side, his wife’s arms keeping hold of him, and his arms went around her. They remained locked together in more ways than one. He didn’t want to let go and he could tell she didn’t either.

At that moment, he fully understood what his mum had told him about love.

When you find true love, you never want to let it go.

“I never want to let you go, ást,” he whispered.

“I never want you to let me go,” Snow responded softly.

They fell asleep like that, until a chill woke Tarass and he pulled a blanket over them, stirring Snow awake to press closely against him. He ran his hand down over her backside to ease her even closer and his manhood instantly sparked to life.

She had to be sore from the pounding he had given her, especially since she had been a virgin, but she hadn’t complained, hadn’t said a word about it. He needed to leave her alone.

“I want you,” she whispered, surprising him.

He was ready to slip into her again, but said, “You must be sore.”