23 comments/ 26167 views/ 51 favorites The Huntsman Ch. 01 By: winterhunny713 Winter is setting in harsher than I had imagined, I had not imagined the walls of the castle had protected me from this biting wind. I hate the press of it against my bare flesh, finding entrance to every rip in my dress, I glare into the darkening woods anger biting through me. My skin prickles as the trees shift with the force of the wind, it whistles past me whipping my black hair into a frenzy, I clench my teeth to keep them from chattering. I am sure the Huntsman is on my trail, but the thought is distant from my mind, what I need more than fear is a fire but if I build one I am certain he will find me. My cloak is long lost, in my escape from Huntsman, the thought of it brings tears to my eyes, it is the last item my father had ever given me. I brush away the vestiges of weakness, if my Mother wants me dead or captured she will not gain the satisfaction she wishes. I will not allow her the pleasure. I am unsure where to head in the forest but I will not be taken back to her, even if I must die to make it an impossibility. Something in her eyes has been darkening for the past few years, upon my eighteenth birthday the darkness changed to outright hatred and she had begun muttering of beautiful things needing to know their place. I decided it was time to run soon afterwards. On the outskirts of the forest the Huntsman caught up to me, on horseback he ran me down, I had barely reached the thicket of thorn bushes surrounding the black forest. As I tore through them he caught my cloak, I looked back to him and his eyes burned with something I still do not comprehend. But it sent ice cascading down my spine and I ripped away my cloak and ran. I had looked back when I heard no pursuit but he was nowhere to be seen, the memory chills me and I study the shadows of the trees more fervently. Either I have evaded him or he is toying with me... The deeper I push into the woods the colder it seems to become, snow has soaked through my royal slippers and I have long since lost the feeling in my feet. I am not sure I want to die in this unforgiving weather but living seems like it will hold little pleasure for me either. At least the cuts on my skin have eased their ache, I would have been much more careful with the thorn bushes if I had the time to. The blasted Huntsman had ruined many ideas I had about my future, I had seen him with Mother on several occasions, her most trusted and loyal servant. And I know he is not one to fail so easily, the thought of losing him becomes merely a hope now. He won't give up on capturing me if it is Mother's wish, he will not disappoint her so easily. I stiffen at the sound of crunching branches, whatever it is it is coming nearer to me, I press myself against a tree and hold my breath. But through my fear I know I need to see the Huntsman, to see if I can turn the tables and escape him once and for all because I know it is him. There is nothing else for it to be. I wonder why he does not try to mask his steps more carefully as he crashes nearer to me. A large dark figure crawls into my view and heat floods my veins as I recognize a giant wolf, it lifts its great head and sniffs the air before coming nearer to me. The creature bares its teeth and growls, I press my back harder to the base of the tree but I maintain eye contact with the beast. I am well aware I cannot outrun the creature, and climbing is a foolish venture especially when it is so near. So I merely stand still and hope it leaves. It stalks nearer to me, the dark brown eyes assessing before it runs at me. As it nears I take a deep breath, but I remain as still as I can bear until it is upon me, I roll against the tree and the wolf slams into the trunk. It shakes it's head and stumbles before locking eyes on me and bearing those teeth again. I back away my whole body trembling, I back into a tree and for a moment I just wait but the wolf does not move. The tree at my back is breathing, I yelp and start to move away but strong arms lock me in place and I realize my mistake, one hunter had distracted me from another. I look up and the sight of his face freezes my already icy body, "You shouldn't look a hunter in the eyes, it is seen as a challenge dear girl." I struggle against him, but he is much larger than me and so much warmer, my body is stiff with cold and therefore nearly useless. I look away from him and focus on the wolf, the beast studies us before continuing it's trudge deeper into the forest. Huntsman releases me and I stumble away from him but I do not bother running. I turn and face him, his face is covered in dark stubble, his hair a shaggy mass of dark brown, his eyes verging on the edge of gold, his body is smothered in thick furs but his bulk is not hard to see. I see that same gleam of something in his eyes before he steps toward me. I want nothing more than to run, but the way he moves toward me is identical to the wolf, daring me to run, wanting the glory of the hunt. I refuse to give him the pleasure of tracking me again, I had run before and I do not intend to do something so useless again. He stops, his body nearly a foot from mine, "Do you not value your life enough to run from me dear girl?" I keep my gaze locked on his gleaming eyes, "You are the Huntsman, I am sure you will merely discover me again." His gaze sweeps over me, "Again?" His voice seems musing, "That means you assume I ever lost you to begin with, which I did not, I have had my eyes upon you since the beginning dear girl." That thought takes hold and I finally look away, "Then why have you waited so long to reveal yourself? Why not drag me back to her immediately? Now you must carry my body further back..." He is silent for so long I look up but he is no longer there, I turn in a circle but I cannot see him in the shadow of the trees. I bite my lip to hinder the surge of fear threatening to break over me, instead I continue forward, away from the only home I have ever known, "Where will you go in this forbidden forest dear girl?" His voice whispers through the trees, I resist the urge to bolt or turn in circles to find him, "It does not matter." "You will freeze to death if you continue." His breath touches my ear and I turn but he is nowhere to be seen, "The forest is unforgiving to those who do not understand her." His hands grip my waist with biting pressure, I tear away from him and turn. Nothing remains to be seen, I take a deep breath and spin around intent on continuing. If he wishes to kill me he will do so in good time, or he will continue to plague me, honestly I don't care anymore. "Do you always torment your victims so?" "Oh no, but you are such a special case dear girl. What makes you such a threat that our dear Queen would want you dead so desperately?" I can barely move, my body is so cold, walking is sending spikes of pain up through my thighs. I stop and press my back against the harsh bark of a tree, it rubs against the cuts all along my body but the pain is a welcome invitation to the icy numbness, "I do not know Huntsman, truly I do not." I close my eyes and take a deep breath, heat washes over me and when I open my eyes he is upon me, so close I can smell the heat of his breath upon my lips. He smells completely of dirt and maleness, a harsh scent that coils through me. I stay very still, my eyes steady on the golden ember of his eyes, "Perhaps it is your beauty that she is jealous of my dear girl." I do not lose sight of the fact he called me his, that detail causes a tremor to spike to life in my chest, a tremble rolls through my body, "It was not my choice to be this way, I would gladly give it to her if she so wished." "Why would you give up such a gift my sweet?" His eyes light with a fire that stirs something deep inside me along with a fear that grips my very soul and I know that something is going out of control within him. Something dark and dreadful that will destroy me if I let him. I flinch when he raises his bare hand to my cheek, "Are you going to kill me now Huntsman?" His hot skin brands my cheek as he presses his palm against the curve of my jaw, "Do you fear death my dear?" He closes his fingers along my throat and I groan when he tightens the grip, "No Huntsman." He stares down at me, his breath flowing rivers of mist upon my cheeks, "I can see the fear in your water-blue eyes my sweet." I grab his wrist and feel the power that can kill me in an instant, I can barely breathe but I force the words, "No Huntsman, I fear your eyes." He studies my face before loosening his grip on my throat, "And what do you see in my eyes girl?" I take a shaky breath before driving the words free, "I do not know Huntsman, the first moment you saw me I saw it and it frightens me more deeply than the idea of death." He presses me so hard against the tree that it bites into my flesh, I gasp when he touches my stomach the heat of his hand making me realize the extent of how cold I am, "What do you think it is you see my Snow?" The sound of my name shatters the veil of cold on my mind, I let my eyes trail down the curve of his jaw, the furs cover his body fully but I am looking to his hand, pressed hard against a thick gash along my waist. He tears the fabric of my dress and slides his hand beneath the fabric, "Please don't." His voice is husky, "Lust." The word travels between us, the sharpness of it driving my eyes back to his and my heart tries to beat through my chest, "Do you understand your fear now my sweet?" I struggle against him, his grip tightens on my throat until I cannot draw air, blackness swirls my vision, I try to fight clawing for anything I can reach but his grip does not loosen. The blackness overwhelms me and I fall away from him, away from existence. I sit upright breathing hard, I take in my surroundings glad to see that the Huntsman is nowhere to be seen. I am still in my torn dress, draped under a heavy fur that smells of the Huntsman's heat. I shove the thing away and stumble from the soft bed to the only door in the huge room. The handle turns but it will not open when I press against it, I press harder but it doesn't budge, I back away from the door and scan the room. A fire crackles merrily in the fireplace, a metal grate hinders any thought of escaping that way, nothing else adorns the room. Not even an excuse for a weapon, no window, nothing but a room made for a prisoner. I settle beside the door, if I cannot escape within the room perhaps the element of surprise will be enough. As a second thought I make the fur bed and fluff it up properly, hoping it will fool the Huntsman long enough for me to make a move. I try to remain as still as possible, my ear pressed to the grain of wood separating this room from whatever else. I hear movement after some time, but it does not come near to the room, I bite back my irritation and attempt to be patient. At least I am warm, and alive, though with the way Huntsman had started touching me I am not sure I will wish to continue living. My thoughts cause me to drift, so when I hear him moving toward my room I am startled, a grating sound comes from the door and it creaks open. He strides forward, and I see his body without the furs and my blood boils at the sight of his bare shoulders, I leap at the door as he moves for the bed. He turns on me, his hands reaching for me but I am through the door in a quick leap, my feet are light as I race to close him in the prison. I slam the door but I cannot find how he latched the door in place, before I can think he rips the door open and I barely manage to scramble away from him. The light in his eyes is not lust this time, it is the light of a hunter, and I fear what he will do if I allow him to lay his hands upon me. The second room of the house looks to be his own room, a pot is on the fire and my eyes lay upon the iron fire poker, I lunge for it and manage to close my hand around it. I turn on him and swing the weapon, he stops several feet from me and stares at me, his eyes are bright with excitement and that fact burns my blood, "I see you are feeling fit and ready for the day my Snow." When he says my name it is like a caress on my skin, I stand my ground and wait for his approach but he does not move. Instead his eyes roam over me, seeming to asses me and it burns more than his touch, "I wish to leave Huntsman. I do not desire for you to track me, either by your own will or I shall make you unable to follow me." He smiles and I study his chest, nearly twice as wide as me and all muscle, I am well aware that I cannot kill him but all I need is one good hit to throw him off balance, "You are a strong girl, it is an endearing factor no doubt but I do not appreciate being threatened in my own home sweet little Snow." "Stop saying my name!" I snap, I back away from him, even though he has not stepped nearer to me I feel like he is too close. His home smells like his body, the heat like his hot hands on my flesh and I back away breathing hard. "Why? What does it make you feel when I say your name? Does it make your innocent blood boil? Does it disgust you? Tell me what you feel Snow." I shake my head, there is something about him here that is more frightening than in the woods, he is comfortable here and he is touching me with this place without needing to be near. I back into something and stumble, he moves so quickly I barely have time to swing my weapon, he grabs the length of it and yanks me forward. I release my only defense and turn to the door, I run to it and grip the handle just as his hands grip my shoulders. Instead of pulling me back he slams me against the door, his body pins mine against the grain of the door crushing my breasts to it so hard pain shoots up my spine. His breath is hot against my ear, "Tell me!" His voice is a low threatening growl, I bite my lip as his hands slide down to my wrists and encircle them, "It makes me feel your touch, your heat, your overwhelming..." I take a shaky breath as his thumbs rub the soft inner surface of my wrists, "presence." His body is crushing mine, every hard angle of his frame is carving itself into the soft contours of my skin. I try to move but his grip on my wrists tightens into pain, "Do not move my soft Snow." Every time he says my name it is like he is claiming me, marking me as his own even against my will, "Please release me Huntsman." My cheek is pressed to the only exit, to the promise of freedom, he looks into my eyes and he narrows his eyes, "You must repay me for my kindness, and the fact that you threatened me in my own home after I saved your life." I remember his touch on my waist in the forest and my skin tingles, "You would have done this regardless, do not insult me by pretending otherwise." He grins, he lowers his mouth to my neck, I tremble against him as his tongue darts across the sensitive flesh, "Are you quite warm my dear Snow?" I struggle against him, against the bite of his grip on my wrists, against the weight of him pressed tight to me, "Get off me!" He clicks his tongue, "I am being quite kind, you do not wish to see what happens when I stop caring about your comfort." The soft edge in his voice draws my gaze to his own, it is like looking into the eyes of a demon, hardened and uncaring. I tremble against him and the cold in his gaze mixes with lust, his teeth are upon my neck, biting so hard I scream and I have to fight the urge to thrash against him. His fingers dig into my waist, my own hands forced to press to my hips as he crushes my soft flesh beneath his strength, tears prickle the back of my eyes, "Please, please stop, please I am sorry. I am sorry." For a moment I fear he will not stop, but his teeth loosen although his fingers stay buried in my waist, the pain turning to a fiery ache, "I am sorry I threatened you, please, thank you for bringing me to the warmth of your home." I whimper as he licks the sensitive pain in my throat, "Will you behave now my sweet little Snow?" I want nothing more than to murder him with my bare hands but that is an impossibility so I swallow my disgust, "Yes." He releases me and backs away, I turn to face him and catch his gaze, the icy cover is gone to be replaced with the ember of lust I would rather see upon his face, "Do you like pain Snow?" I do not know what he wants from me, if it is lust within him I do not understand why he does not just take what he wants, "No Huntsman." He picks up the fire poker and I back into the door, I start to reach for the handle but the sharpness of his eyes stops me, "I would find you out there little Snow, I would find you and punish you for making me hunt you down, I would shove this into your sweet pussy and fuck you bloody with it." I drop my hand and try to steady my breath, now I wish I had begged him for death instead of freedom, perhaps he would have given it to me, he studies me for a moment then he turns his back to me and places my weapon back where it belongs. I stay plastered to the door, my heart hammering against my ribs as I watch him, the muscles in his back shift under the firelight as I study the trousers that hide the tool of his lust. I had not known any lovers but I am no fool to how men work and what they want, many had approached me and some had tried to force themselves upon me. Before I had trained guards to defend me, but now... He turns on me and I can barely breathe as the strength of his body makes me hyperaware of the soft femininity within me. "How do you know you do not like pain Snow?" His voice drags across my skin and I am inflamed with something I have never felt before, it frightens me more than even his desire for me. I want to run into the night and never return but I look at that fire poker and imagine the pain it would cause me. I turn from him and press my forehead to the door, tears are threatening to show themselves but I cannot reveal the weakness, I slam my palm against the door and breathe deep the scent of him that surrounds me and permeates every sense. "Why do you not kill me and be done with it?" He is silent so long I am not sure he is still there, but I can feel his eyes on me burning me with their intensity, "The Queen believes you to be dead already, I took her the heart of a pig and told her it was yours." I shake my head and bite my lip to force away the dread overtaking me, "Everyone spoke of your beauty and I saw you before but it did not intrigue me. Women are often beautiful, although you were more beautiful than any other I was not charmed as all others were. But when I came upon you at the edge of the forest, I had your cloak in my hand and I knew you were about to die by my hand. As you turned to face me there was no fear, no tears, and you did not beg. You dragged yourself through those clawing branches and dedicated yourself to the harsh winter instead of begging. Even when I revealed myself to you, you still did not beg... I want to make you beg." His words are soft, but the threat arches through my body, I rest my hand on the handle of the door gaining comfort from the idea of running regardless of his threat. I look back at him, he does not move toward me, that damned weapon gleaming beside the fire makes me hesitate and I notice my slippers are gone. His eyes study me too closely, the whole house smells like him, the heat of it like the press of his body against mine, "No!!" I yank the door wide and start to run, he is so quick he has his arm wrapped around my waist before I have left the porch, he flings me back into the house and slams the door behind him. He kneels beside me, I try to crawl away from him but he slams his hand onto my stomach and pain flares through me. "I will cover that pale flesh of yours in my bruises if you refuse to cooperate with me, I may desire your flesh but more than that I want your spirit. Anyone can take a woman's body, I want everything you have to offer at my fingertips, you will be my little Snow. Such a shame to ruin that pussy..." The Huntsman Ch. 01 He gets up and starts toward the fire poker with purpose, my eyes blur with pain but I roll to all fours and manage to stand, I stumble after him, "Please." "You must beg more properly than that to earn my mercy." I grab his arm and he turns on me so quickly I release my hold and take a step back, his eyes hold that icy gleam I fear more than his heat. It is not the idea of begging that makes me hesitate but instead the idea that he will break me that makes me falter. I study the breadth of his chest, the dark hair spanning over him then tapering to a thin river down to the base of his trousers. The flatness of his stomach accentuates the sharp angle of his hips, heat pools deep in my belly forcing an ache between my legs that I don't fully understand. I look up at him and though he is watching me closely his eyes remain cold. I slide to my knees and bow my head, "Please Huntsman, I am sorry. I am merely frightened by your intensity, I do not know..." I bite back the admission of my virginity and instead take a new avenue, "I will do whatever it is you wish, please. I will not try to run again." "Look at me." I raise my head and look up at him towering over me, fear and heat roll through me in sickening waves. He reaches for the weapon of choice, I do not look away from him for fear that he will punish me for it, "Please Huntsman, I am scared, I will do whatever you wish. I will beg if that is what you wish of me." He smiles before kneeling, he throws the weapon away and I flinch as he buries his hand in my hair and twists until tears blur my vision, "I want you to beg for me to fuck you." I glower at him, "No." He sighs, "Not without a little push of course, but you shall realize that I can be quite gentle." He pauses then twists my hair until pain spikes down my spine, "Unless you like pain..." I arch my back to relieve the pain in my scalp, "No Huntsman, I do not like pain, please." His free hand teases at the top of my dress, "Such a beautiful dress for such a beautiful woman. But it has lost its usefulness I believe." I tremble as he grips the fabric and rips it away, it tears easily from all the cuts on it, and then I am bared to his eyes, nothing left to hide my body from him. Even knowing it will not please him I try to cover myself, he twists my hair further back so my back arches even higher and I groan as his mouth descends to my throat, "No please don't. Huntsman please!" The grip on my hair loosens, he licks along the part of my neck he had bitten, I gasp when he rakes his teeth over the sensitive skin. I press my hands to his bare shoulders, he bites hard and I yank away from him. I roll away from him before he can grip me and I back into the corner my heart beating fear to every inch of my body. He drags a hand through his hair as he stalks nearer to me, I fight the urge to curl into a ball and cry. Instead I stand to face him and focus on the heat in my stomach, the heat that alights when he touches me, his eyes are burning with lust, "Do not run from me dearest Snow. I can see how your body responds to me, do not fight it. I can show you much about yourself that you did not previously know, you like the pain I cause, your body burns with desire when I hurt you does it not?" I wrap my arms around my waist, not realizing it presses my supple breasts close and gives the Huntsman quite a sight, I bite my lip to stem the flow of tears, "Yes Huntsman." My voice is as soft as the ache between my thighs, I keep my eyes upon his as he stalks closer to me, I back away reluctantly my heart thundering with anticipation of something I don't quite want. He grabs my shoulders and presses me against the wall, his touch is insistent but he does not hurt me while I give in to his touch. I gasp when he pinches my nipple, he twists gently and I whimper the pain shooting spikes of fire down to the ember in my groin. He watches me as his fingers trail across my hot skin, he drags his fingers down to the curve of my waist where I am sure bruises are forming from his earlier abuse. He drops his hand away and steps back, "You resist me Snow." I cover myself and look away, "What would you have me do?" My voice is sharper than I intended and as he thunders toward me I turn my face and wait for the strike. The sound of his fist landing makes me flinch but there is no pain, I look up to see his fist against the wall his body near to me and his eyes cutting along me. "You do not understand your desire yet, but I shall teach you." His voice is so deep, it strikes something dark inside of me. His power sends a shiver down my legs, "Touch me." I hesitate, he snatches up my wrist and drags my hand to his chest, I shake as his warmed flesh presses against my palm. I drop my eyes from his and focus on his chest, he releases my wrist when I do not try to pull away, I trail my fingers across his collarbone and grip the curve of his shoulder. The tempo of my breath increases as I raise my other hand and force myself to touch him, if only to please him and keep that ice from his eyes. His chest rises and falls steadily, I can feel his eyes on me but I focus on my task and drag my fingers up along his throat to his rough cheek. I follow the curve of his ears then drop my hands lower, his breath has quickened as my hand slide down his chest to the flat expanse of his stomach. I can barely breathe as I slide my hands around his waist to his back, I drag my nails across his skin and he groans. I finally look up into his eyes and see a desire so hot I yank my hands away and try to twist away from him. He slaps his hand against the wall, barring my escape, I keep my gaze upon his and try to keep from trembling as he stares down at me, "Why do you fight so hard my sweet Snow?" His voice is softer now than it has been, I study his eyes and the desire within them burns the fire in my belly ever brighter. I duck under his arm and try to escape that hot gaze, he grabs my wrist and with a twist I am on my knees. Pain blurs my vision to a sharp white haze, I cry out as he stands over me, his grip is sure as he twists until I am panting and sweat beads on my skin, "I don't want it!" I scream as pain tears into my shoulder, "Every time you touch me it is like fire on my skin, you were supposed to kill me, and now you do worse than that. You want to destroy my will, and I cannot let you! I cannot!" I groan when he drags me to my feet, "You have not even tried, I am merely trying to show you what I have to offer, you must be more compliant or there will be no pleasure in your pain. This will happen regardless of what you wish dearest Snow." He towers over me, his eyes drag over my flesh, "Do you wish it to be only pain? Or would you like for me to show you the pleasure within it?" I grit my teeth and shake my head, "Please just let me go! I just want to be left alone! Please..." He grips my chin and forces my gaze to his, "Yet still you do not cry." Every fiber of my being wishes to yank away from him but I resist the urge and remain still under his gaze, "Do not move." He releases my chin and circles me, I can feel him behind me but I cannot see him and that fact sets my nerves on edge. I can feel his eyes on me and I fight every instinct inside to stay as still as he wishes me to, "Good girl." His voice is soft on my shoulder, I bite my lip as his hand flattens along the curve of my spine, his rough hand carves a path from across my hip to my flat stomach. The stubble on his face drags along my shoulder and I shiver as his fingers trail to the most treasured of a woman's possessions. I stiffen but his hand splays across my abdomen and he teases his fingers along the sharp edge of my hip sending tendrils of fire licking down my legs, "Do you feel the fire my Snow?" I start to move away from him but he bites my shoulder and pain shoots through me so swiftly that I drop the thought. I take a shuddering breath, "Yes Huntsman." He trails his tongue down the curve of my shoulder, his hand still trailing ever so lightly on my inflamed skin, he slides his free hand along the curve of my ribs and closes his fingers over my pert nipple. I moan as he tweaks it, shooting pain to the building flame in my belly, the pain fades to a throb of pleasure rolling down my skin. He kisses along my shoulder until he reaches the soft curve of my throat, he swirls his tongue along the previous abuse and tingles roll over me. I tilt my head so he has better access, I feel his smile against my skin but there is too much for me to focus, his hands are sending sparks of fire across my skin and his mouth is igniting old pain but mixing it with the softest press of pleasure. My mind starts to fight against this invasion but his teeth press the wound and I gasp as his fingers trail down to my groin, he cups my womanhood and his finger teases at the tender clit. I moan at his touch, when I realize what I have done I try to move away but he pinches the sensitive nub and I bite back a sob of agony, "Huntsman..." The words die in my throat as he touches the patch of betrayal between my legs, the wet invitation that belies what I want in my mind. "See how your body readies for me? You may deny it but you have never known a man's touch such as mine. I will bring you to your knees with desire. My sweet Snow, no one will bring you what I can." It takes a moment to realize that he thinks I have taken lovers, the thought tingles across my skin but I cannot make myself speak as his fingers roll over my clit. The heat within me builds to a tempo I cannot keep up with, I try to steady my heart and keep away from this wave of lust. But Huntsman shoves me into it, his hand beating a steady rhythm between my thighs, his other hand still pinching my nipple and fondling my breast, his breath splashes across my neck and I can tell his excitement from it. I bite back a moan as his fingers seem to weaken my resolve, to build a fire within me so hot that I can barely stand it. Sweat is beginning to bead along my brow as it takes hold of me, burying all thought and shaking me to the core. Heat shoots up my spine, and a splash of warmth roils through my groin. I cry out as it rips all thought and disgust from me leaving only pleasure, he bites my sensitive neck and a wave crashes over me as pain shoots through me. The combination of it all leaves me trembling as a flood of heat crashes over me, I scream as the heat overtakes me and I start to collapse but he catches me and holds me tight to his body. I haven't the strength to fight him as he turns me, his hands are tight on my shoulders as he pulls me against his bare chest. His mouth collapses upon mine, I haven't the strength to pull away from him as his heat overwhelms me. The heat of him burns through my entire being, it is like being destroyed and gaining nothing but pleasure from it. I wrap my arms around his neck and he tightens his grip on me pulling my body tight against him. I groan as his tongue teases at my lips, I start to pull away from him, this heat frightens me more deeply than I can imagine. I pull my lips from his and turn my face away, my breath is rapid and desperate for something I wish not to know of. His mouth lays upon my ear and I bury my fingers in his thick hair, the movement rolls through my body uninhibited by my mind. "Let me show you my Snow, please let me show you." I look up at him, and I wonder what he sees in my eyes, I wonder if they mirror his desire, "My answer matters not to you, why do you bother?" He studies my face before trailing his finger across my bottom lip, "It matters." I am trembling all over, my body and mind battle each other, fighting for control but I am not in control, "As you wish Huntsman." His lips lower to mine, his golden eyes igniting with that low burning lust he has managed to keep under control. His kiss is hard, his mouth crushing mine with so much raw masculinity I cannot hope to resist it. His tongue caresses my bottom lip, pressing insistently for passage, I have to force myself not to resist. I release my mind from the picture and allow my body to take over. I open my mouth and his tongue dances with mine, burning through me as his hands roam over my body. He pulls his lips from mine and bites my lower lip, pain spikes as his fingers bury in the soft curve of my waist, igniting a raw ache down my legs, "Wrap your legs around me." He lifts me and I obey him, the wet betrayal pressing tight to the heat of his body, every sharp curve of his strength molding my softness into what he desires most. A hardness presses along my legs, pressed tight along my womanhood, I hiss as he moves me over it and I know I must say something. I have to tell him, fear floods over me, but his mouth crushes mine just as his hips thrust against me and pain screams through me. My scream fills our kiss and I fling back from him, the pain shatters every ounce of pleasure into brutal agony. I groan when he presses my back against the wall and holds my trembling legs in place, his eyes burn into mine. He moves against me and pain blurs into a spark of pleasure, the two mixing tight together until I cannot tell them apart. He is tight inside me, his heat roiling with mine, his body possesses mine, his mouth claiming me for his own. The fire overtakes me and the waves of pleasure crash upon me, my mind is lost as the world disappears and it is only him. His strength crushing me into nothingness, his heat explodes within me throwing me over the edge. His eyes are on mine, he trembles against me, his mouth soft as he kisses along my chin. I welcome the darkness this time, fall into it willingly to evade those scorching eyes and the guilt that is beginning to form within me.