Luca's fingers traced the edge of the ice across her skin, the cold shocking against her warmth in delicious contradiction. He ran it slowly up and down her neck, across her collarbones, over the length of her arms. Then, with the same teasing calculation, he slid the cube over the soft curves of her thighs, positioning her so that her feet were planted firmly on the ground, rooting her in the moment while he dominated the space around her.
Every inch of her skin that felt the ice was suddenly alive, vibrating with heat and a raw, urgent need she couldn't contain.
"Luca…" Vee gasped. Her body was betraying her, craving him even as her mind screamed caution.
"Pull your underwear down, sweetie," he murmured, a command that was velvet-soft, slicing through the fog of sensation he had conjured. She obeyed immediately, shimmying out of the lace material.
