Page 67 of Ice Block

“You look beautiful tonight,” he murmurs, his deep voice reverberating through me.

“Who me?” I look up, batting my eyes as a low heat creeps into my stomach.

“Only you,lisichka.”He places a quick kiss on my forehead, my body full-on melting into his.Goddammit, I could stay here forever.“I shouldn’t admit this, but I wasn’t paying much attention during the ceremony.” His gaze moves across the room as his voice lowers, “I didn’t hear the minister ask me for the rings.”

I throw my head back with laughter. “I got the sense your mind wasn’t on the wedding when he asked for the rings twice. Don’t you think for one second I missed that little detail.” I smirk, peering up to look at the smile I so rarely see him display in public. “Tell me, why was the top goalie in the league, Mister Focused, not laser locked in on the one task you had today?”

Sparks flicker across my skin as he rubs his thumb in circles on my back. “The maid of honor was distracting me.”

I shudder in a sharp breath, the longing in my chest begging for this moment to never end. Even the cool breeze drifting off the water can’t chase away the simmering heat on my skin from our bodies swaying together.

“I didn’t realize I had that kind of power over you.”

His throat bobs, his hand squeezing mine. “More than you know,” he whispers.

I swallow hard, fighting for composure, my breaths short.Is this what opening your heart to someone feels like? Like the greatest feeling in the whole fucking world?

I lean into his intoxicating embrace, burying my smile in his jacket. “I can’t believe you asked me to dance, Wolfie. Last night I was dragging you out here, but tonight you practicallybegged meto be in your arms.”

A wicked grin crawls up his face. “I’m not sure I would call it begging. But it was an excuse to get my hands on you.”

My breath hitches as he slowly moves his hand lower down my back, just grazing the curve of my ass, then pulling it back up where he had it.

I smirk, shaking my head. “You’re such a tease, you know that? Don’t you think for one second I can’t play this game too.” I move my hand from where it rests on his chest slowly between our bodies, dragging down just an inch at a time, pausing at each button on his shirt, until I finally run a finger inside the waistband of his pants. My pulse races as I feel him twitching below. But, as promised, I drag my hand back up his shirt until it reaches its resting place on his chest, rubbing my fingers playfully against the piercing hiding beneath.

He lets out a groan, the music around us drowning it out for anyone but me to hear, and once again, I want to climb this man like a tree.

He squeezes my hand a little tighter, and I draw in a sharpbreath as his hand roams once more. This time it settles on my waist, slowly gliding upward, his fingertips brushing the curve of my side as his thumb runs underneath my breast. I shiver with want, my knees weakening at his touch.Goddammit, I need this man.

“Do you think,” I run my fingers down his chest again, “anyone would notice,” one inch at a time,“if we disappeared for a few minutes?” I ask, reaching his waistband as his lips curl into a lustful grin.

“What did you have in mind?”

My smile matches his. “Come with me.”

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maggie

Igrab Vladi’s hand, leading him toward a broom closet I saw earlier today. He follows me without hesitation. Heat curls low in my core as I realize everything has come full circle—back to that first night when I dragged him across the gala and he willingly followed. For a moment, something tight and uncertain ripples through me.Is this a mistake?I know we need time to process what happened and to heal. My fingers twitch in his. Both of us have so many scars no one can see. But his mere presence, his scent that makes me want to devour him inch by inch, the constant heat and rugged strength rolling off him make my entire body tremble—it’s too much for my mind to reason with. The slick, aching need between my thighs drowns out every thought. My body wins out over my mind because…fuck, I need this.I need him.

We reach the door and he opens it, peeking in to see what’s behind it and making sure there’s no one in here. Just stacks of cleaning supplies, none of them strong enough to clean the dirty thoughts running through my mind. He steps in, closing the door behind us, and I leap into his arms, wrapping my legs around himas I press my lips to his. He grips my ass swinging us around to slam me against the door. Opening my mouth to him, our tongues collide in a frenzy of passion. Every fear melts away as the man I feel safest with devours me, moving his mouth down my neck, licking and sucking my feverish flesh.

“Lisichka, goddammit, I’ve wanted you so badly all day,” he groans through panted breaths kissing lower and lower, finally reaching my chest.

“Then fucking take me, Wolfie.”

He unleashes a growl as he sets me down, taking down his pants just enough to free the part of him I’ve been aching for all day. “Turn around, hands on the door,” he demands, and I do as I’m told. I love giving him shit, but right now, I need him inside me, I need him to soothe the ache that’s reaching a fever pitch, I need him to fuck the living hell out of my cunt. I needhim,and not even my sass is going to keep me from getting railed by this man in a janitor’s closet.

He lifts my dress, the fabric bunching on my back. I can’t help but move my hips, my skin prickling at the brush of his hands up my legs. Reaching my hips, his palms caress my ass, then pull my panties down to cage my legs right where he wants me. The bottom half of me is completely exposed, bare just for him, the cool air hitting my skin doing nothing to relieve the heat coursing through me. He rubs a finger through my slit as he lets out a guttural sound, pleased at what he’s done to me. I feel his hardness press against me, and I shiver in anticipation of the sting from him filling me. He doesn’t hesitate. He drives deep inside me, sliding all the way until his hips are flush with mine. The music is loud outside the door, but I can’t smother the scream of both pleasure and pain that escapes me. His hand covers my mouth, trying to muffle the moan clawing its way out. But I can’t help it. There’s nothing slow, nothing gentle, nothing sensual about this. Not like the other night.This is us filling a carnal need to be with each other. This is us desperate to feel something. To feel wanted. To be filled. To be in control. He relentlessly slams into me. Hard. Fast. Brutal. Increasing the burning desire to need more ofhim, more ofus, more everything.

I pull one hand off the door, reaching down to relieve my aching clit, but my hand only reaches my chest before he pauses and moves my arm back in place.

“Hands. On. The. Door.” His voice is deep, rough, intense. Normally, I’d push back and call him bossy, but I want him in charge. My pulse races knowing heneedsto be in charge.

He doesn’t leave me wanting, reaching his hand around my thigh to provide the relief I long for. His fingers find my swollen nerves and rub them with the precision only a damn good goalie could have.

“Always so wet for me,lisichka,” he grunts between thrusts. “So tight.”Thrust.“So perfect.”

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