Snow White and the Huntsman: Revenge From the Grave

Chapter 8

Snow was exhausted by the time she pulled her horse to a stop at the lake. Her days of being an invalid had taken a toll on her stamina and she hadn't thought about that when starting out on her own. Now she was sagging in the saddle. The sun had set over an hour ago and she was basing her search on total recall and a sudden instinct that continually pulled her in this direction, because she could barely see anything in front of her. She began to slowly make her way around the small lake, straining her eyes to see anything and afraid to call out in case someone else besides William happened to be in the vicinity.

Snow wished Eric were here, her fear of the darkness and the woods, reminding her of the Dark Forest, closing her chest up making it hard for her to breathe. Mentally chiding herself, she braved through her near panic and continued to search the shore for any sign William had been there. About halfway around she saw what looked like a log lying in the sand. As she approached it, it began to take on distinct human characteristics and as she pulled up alongside of it, recognition hit her.

"William!" Snow couldn't help the cry from escaping and quickly dismounted, falling to her knees beside him.

Oh God, she thought. "Please don't be dead!" she said out loud.

Snow placed her hand on his chest feeling for his heartbeat. After what seemed like an eternity to her, but in reality was only a matter of seconds, she felt the light tapping assuring her of the beating heart in his chest. Relief flooded her and she nearly wept with joy that she had found him alive.

"William... Can you hear me? ... William, wake up." She shook him as she tried to rouse him.

After several more attempts and no response from him she lost some of her joy at finding him. What was wrong with him? Why wouldn't he wake up? Feeling his cheeks, he felt cold and damp, and having no other way to keep him warm or anything to start a fire with; she lay down next to him and covered them both with her riding cloak. The sand they lay on was at least softer than the more solid ground would have been closer to the forest and she used her arm to for a pillow for his head as she moved close to him to use her body heat to warm him as well. Lying in the dark, listening to the sounds of the forest terrified her but she would not abandon him. Oh, if only she had waited for Eric, he would be here with her now and he would know what to do. She missed him already. She blushed at the memories of their time spent together last night. Pushing those thoughts aside, she needed to concentrate on the matter at hand.

That was easier said than done. As she lay there in the dark, her eyelids becoming heavier and heavier, she couldn't help recalling the touch of Eric's mouth on her and the way he made her feel. Shaking herself free of the memories again, she tried to develop a plan to get both William and her home in the morning. But the thoughts surrounded her again, pulling her deeper and deeper into the memories and before she knew it she was sound asleep, dreaming of Eric over and over again.

William stirred, snuggling into the soft, warm body next to him. Memories of Snow beneath him flooded his brain and his body immediately reacted at the thought of her velvety softness. He blinked his eyes open and stared into the sleeping face of Snow and couldn't believe she was really in his arms. A smile curved his lips as he stared at her perfectly shaped mouth. He was lying on his side facing her and she in turn lay on her side facing him. Her leg was thrown over him in her sleep, her arm under his head providing a pillow for them both. Sliding his hand up the leg draped over him, he slid it under her dress and caressed the silky smooth thigh on his way higher. Finding the center of her, he began to tease her in her sleep to see what she would do. She moaned in response but she stayed asleep. Grinning, he eased her leg off him and gently rolled her to her back, sliding her legs further apart and pushing her skirt the rest of the way up. Looking at her naked form in the early light of dawn, he was hard and hurting with need for her. Grinning again, he decided to surprise her and he lowered himself between her thighs and spreading her open with his fingers began to slowly trace his tongue around the tight nub of flesh he found there. Her taste on his lips was divine and he soon lost himself in the taste and feel of her against his mouth. She began moaning and pushing her hips up to meet his tongue and William became incensed with the need to be inside her. His pants still undone from their previous night of pleasure, he paused to position himself, and then William eased himself into her slowly, savoring the feel of her.