Cassandra's POV
He walked over to the ice bucket next to the vodka. He picked up a single, perfect cube. It glinted in the soft light.
He came back to the bed, his gray eyes dark with intent.
"What are you going to do with that?" I asked, my voice losing some of its cocky edge.
He didn't answer. He just trailed the ice cube down the center of my body, starting at the hollow of my throat.
I gasped. The cold was a shock, a sharp, biting pain that instantly transformed into a tingling, hyper-awareness. My skin broke out in goosebumps. He traced a path between my breasts, around one n****e, which hardened into a painful, aching peak under the torture. He circled it with the ice, the cold and wet sensation making me arch my back, a low moan tearing from my throat.
"Oh my god..."
He move
