Page 126 of Born of Ice

“Fuck…I need to fill you up, little star. I need to fill that sweet pussy with my cum. I need you to take it all. I need you to keep it in. I need you round with my baby. Please, tell me I can have that.”

“Anything…anything.” She’s lost to this world, kissing my jaw, trailing her lips over my neck while the heels of her feet dig into my ass and within few minutes our breaths grow ragged, the thrusts pick up as her walls clam around me and I spill inside of her.

“So, about that baby?” I ask as soon as we both come down from our high, and Electra just laughs softly, folding her arm over her eyes.

“Lunatic.”

“I am. But I’m your lunatic.” I kiss her shoulder.

“That you are.”

We stay on that floor, naked and happy as I lean over her, brushing my fingers through her dark brown locks.

“You need to be back on that ice, Exton,” Electra says softly, running her hand over mine that’s holding her. “You were always meant to be there.”

I swallow roughly but nod. “And you’ll be there with me? At every game? Because I don’t think I can do it without you.”

“Yes, you can.”

“Star…”

“You can. But I’ll be there anyway. Always. No matter what, I’ll be there. I’ll be your calm.”

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I like this ice too much

Electra

“Exton.” I giggle, stumblingonto the ice with him behind me, holding me around my waist as he rains kiss down my neck and I’m half twisted, watching him with amusement.

“What has gotten into you this morning?”

“Whathasn’tgotten to me,” he answers. “But the most recent memory is the morning shower,” he answers quickly, and I feel my cheeks heat up, the memories of him on his knees, eating my pussy and then ass from behind me until I was a complete needy mess, begging for his cock, flash in front of my eyes.

God, we had one crazy night. Crazy in the best way because it was like nothing I’ve ever experienced. It was love on a whole other level. A new connection that still has me reeling.

His mom is Helena Quinn. How is that even possible? How does this work? Who plans all of this?

The questions are endless but all I know is that whatever it is, I never want to lose it. I never want to lose him. We spent the whole night loving each other reverently, softly and gently but come morning Exton felt he needed to remind me how big of a caveman he was, and the shower happened.

“Shhh.” I slap him. “That was back home. Behave. We don’t have that much time before you need to leave for your practice.”

“No can do, little star. Did you see your ass in these leggings? Fucking unreal,” he growls, sinking his teeth in the crook of my neck as my eyes close with a soft whimper escaping my mouth.

“I thought you hated my leggings.”

“I like them for three seconds before I rip them off your sweet body.” Exton’s hand travels lower, over my now very aching core and I twist around, grabbing his neck to bring him in for a real kiss when someone clears their throat.

A male someone.

Jesus Christ, did we get caught by someone again?

I finally open my eyes to see who’s here this early when usually we are the only ones but as soon as I do, I wish I’d never open them in the first place.

“Hello, Elle.” The sneer that pulls up on my lips is a gut reaction to hearing—and seeing—Erik standing in front of us, his arms crossed as he shoots daggers my way and when his eyes shift to the man behind me, he swallows hard, looking a bit pale and a lot pissed. “You.” His hiss is directed at Exton, and I frown.

Do they know each other?

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