~ELENA~
The room feels hotter now, even with the ice melting on my skin. My body is flushed, damp with sweat and their touch, but they aren’t rushing.
For the first time today, they slow down… and that’s worse.
Because slow means I feel everything.
Nico straddles me first, leaning down to kiss my mouth, deep and claiming, while his fingers drag another ice cube over my n****e.
I gasp into the kiss as cold rivulets run down my side. He pulls away just enough to watch my reaction.
“You look so perfect like this,” he murmurs, his thumb circling the peak until it’s hard and aching. “So f*****g perfect.”
I mutter inaudible words as my body shakes violently on the bed.
Riccardo is lower now, kneeling between my legs, his big hands sliding up my thighs. He spreads me wide, his head dippin
