soft and cold and him iron hard and throbbing with
warmth, and it was the best thing I’d felt in my life. He
wrapped his arms around my naked back and I knew I’d
never want to be cold or numb again.
His hands slid under the waistband of my leggings and
panties and palmed my ass, then started rolling the
fabric down my thighs. I caught my breath as the wind
whipped across my exposed sex, but the cold only made
the heat inside pulse faster and hotter. My hands found
the belt of his jeans and I tugged the buckle open. His
cock strained against the heavy fabric and then tented
his jockey shorts as his jeans fell. I ran the tips of my
fingers over it and saw it twitch, thick and hard and
fiercely hot. I was panting, now. I needed that heat
inside me.
I kicked off my shoes, stepping back onto my coat and
then stripping my leggings the rest of the way off. I was
naked, except for the necklace he’d given me.
“I said I’d fuck you, with you wearing just that,” he
murmured, brushing it with his fingers. He pushed down
his jockey shorts and his cock sprang free, gorgeous
and brutal, the silken head pointing at the sky. He drew
it down so that it pointed right at the soft curls of
blonde hair between my thighs. “Now I’m going to.”
I didn’t so much lie down as sink, my knees buckling at
the thought of what we were going to do. He stood
there naked, legs braced a little way apart, the cold
wind whipping across his tattooed chest, his tan skin
beautiful against the snow. I lay on my back, the
outspread coat my only protection against the snow.
And yet despite the freezing ground and the cold wind, I
wasn’t shivering. The heat inside me was now furnace-
bright and expanding fast. I lifted my knees and
stepped my feet apart, welcoming him in, and saw his
cock twitch in response.
He knelt between my thighs, retrieved a condom from
his pants and rolled it on, and then his hips were
spreading my legs. The thick head of him brushed the
sensitive skin of my inner thighs once, twice...and then
it kissed up against the lips of my sex. God, I hadn’t
realized how wet I was. My breath started to come in
quick little pants, the clouds of mist breaking against his
chest as he lowered himself atop me, his hard body
burning hot against mine.
He kissed me on the lips once, then started to kiss down
my neck and across my shoulder, his tongue quick and
expert on my collarbone. He kissed me with that perfect
blend of care and roughness. I was a princess to be
worshipped...but a princess he was going to damn well
ravish and make his. I moved beneath him, flexing and
twisting, rubbing my body against his like a cat. The
hard ridges of his abs stroked along my stomach, the
deep diagonal lines of his Adonis belt stroking at the
tops of my thighs. With every breath I took, my chest
touched his: soft, sinful breast and nipple grazing
sculpted pec and heavenly angel feathers. And then I
felt the head of his cock stroking, pushing, spreading
me wide….
My eyes fluttered open and I stared up into a white sky
as he slid into me, my arms coming up to clasp around
his shoulders. My ass come up off the coat, my back
arching as he stretched me just right...and then my
head tilted back, chin pointed at the sky, as he filled me
in a hot rush. The heat of him met my own twisting,
aching need and we combined and blazed even hotter. I
heard him groan in satisfaction. “Jesus,” he whispered,
his lips at my ear. “Jesus, Irina, you feel so good.”
He began to move, stroking slowly out of me, and the
feel of him against my satiny walls made me dig my
toes hard into the smooth lining of my coat, the snow
scrunching beneath it. I missed the heat and hardness
of him inside me but I wanted that sweet friction, knew
that in a second it would—
God! He slammed back into me, even deeper than
before, and my head came up, eyes locking with his.
We kissed, hard and hot, as my hands explored his
back. He began to thrust, breaking the kiss and dipping
his head to lick at my breasts, shoulders hunched like a
beast, and I went wild, thrashing and gasping under him
as his tongue lashed over my nipples.
The heat inside me was taking control of me, spreading
out to my fingers and toes. I wrapped my legs around
him, loving the feeling of his solid, muscled thighs
against my heels. I grabbed his ass and immediately
went weak as my fingers found the hot, solid power of
him there, the tight muscles that would let him pound
me for hours. The heat was folding in on itself,
tightening, beginning to thrash and seek escape. And
with Angelo, I didn’t have to keep it under controclass="underline" I
could let it out.
He raised himself up on his arms, biceps bulging, and I
couldn’t stop myself running my hands all the way up
his naked back and down his arms, melting inside as I
swept my fingertips over the hard swells. The size of
him made me feel small; the strength of him made me
feel weak. For someone like me who’d been trying to be
strong her whole life, there was no better feeling in the
world.
He began to move faster and the heat inside grew too
much to bear. I lifted my ass and began to shamelessly
grind my hips in circles, both of us groaning as the liquid
friction grew and changed. I felt Angelo’s body tense, a
wicked smile teasing the corners of his lips: he loved to
see me like this, loved to see me lose control for him.
My head began to toss from side to side, strands of hair
falling across my face as I sucked in air through my
nose, jaw set and teeth gritted. I was notching higher
and higher, my toes dancing against my coat, my whole
world narrowing down to the hard, hot thrust of him
inside me. “A—Angelo,” I gasped, his name floating
upward in a desperate little puff of mist.
He lowered his head and kissed my chin. “Irina,” he
growled. My hands clawed at his back, my heels digging
into his ass….
I felt it on my breasts first: an angel’s kiss, so soft I
wasn’t sure if I’d imagined it. An instant of cold that only
made the heat more real. I opened my eyes and saw
my breast shining wetly, a drop of water running down
my side.
Another soft kiss, this time on my other breast, and this
time I was in time to see the snowflake melt against my
heated skin. I looked around: snow was falling all
around us, flakes hitting Angelo’s muscled back and
turning instantly to jewels of water. Even when the wind
whipped across our bodies and flakes dusted our sides,
it didn’t stop us. The cold only made the heat inside
more intense. The orgasm was building and tightening
inside me. I was bucking and twisting under him, the
sweat standing out on my forehead. We were both so
close—
He suddenly leaned back and stared right into my eyes
and the look I saw there sent me over the edge. His
eyes were heavy-lidded with lust, drinking in the sight of
me. I was his ice princess and he’d reduced me from
imperious and frozen to a melted, gasping wreck. He
was my hot-headed, black-hearted gangster, driven by
blood and fire, and yet I’d put him under my spell.
He owned me. And I owned him.
He thrust into me, deep and I saw his ass clench as I
felt the first hot explosion inside me. My own climax
tightened into a blazing, white-hot ball...and detonated,
making me bury my face against his shoulder and shout