Chapter Eight

"What is that?"

Mila"s question hangs in the air, her innocent curiosity only serving to amuse me. I can't help but revel in her naivety as I smirk, one brow lifted in response. "You really gotta ask, baby?"

An annoyed little huff escapes her lips, her eyes narrowing as she glances over her shoulder at me. "I"m not talking about your dick, Roman."

I don"t answer for a moment, my eyes locked on the sight of her wet cunt peeping from between her thighs. She looks like a fucking goddess on her hands and knees on my bed, both of her little holes on display for me. Christ. I want to keep her right here, just like this, staring at that perfect body.

"Roman!" she cries, annoyed with me.

I clink the ice in the glass again, lifting it to show her. "Ice, Mila."

She gulps audibly. "W-what are you going to do with it?"

I stride toward her across the room, my cock pointing at her like a divining rod. One finger dips inside the glass, resting there until it"s nice and cold. "You"ve been torturing me for years. I"m returning the favor," I murmur, pressing my hips flush with hers. "So, to answer your question, I"m going to do whatever I want to do with it."

I set the glass beside me before slipping my hand between our bodies to run it down her slippery folds to illustrate my point. She set the parameters of our time together, and I"ll play by her rules. She wants me all over her for two weeks. She"s got me. But I"m going to fuck her every way there is to fuck her. When my two weeks are up, I"m going to be embedded into every inch of her skin. She won"t breathe without remembering that I was there. I made that part of her tremble. I owned that piece of her soul.

Her moans fill the air as her hips jolt forward.

"Nu-uh." I quickly grab her, locking her in place. "You aren"t going anywhere, baby. Not until I"m done with you."

If I"m ever done. My dick has been hard for her all fucking day. I"ve had my hands on some part of her body since I fucked her in the kitchen, and I still haven"t gone soft.

I lock my hand around her hip, holding her in place as I dip my other hand back into the glass to grab an ice cube. I pop it into my mouth before I lean down to kiss her pussy.

"Roman!"

Her cunt tastes like me, but it"s still just as sweet as the first time I ate it today. She shivers under my touch, her body tensing as I continue to tease her with the ice cube. I press my cold tongue gently against her clit, savoring the way she gasps in response, her eyelids fluttering and her breath hitching.

"Do you want me to put the ice inside your hot little pussy to cool you down, Mila?" I whisper, watching as she squirms under me. Despite her resistance, I know she wants this just as much as I do. She"s fucking dripping for it.

I smirk and slowly slide my hand between her ass cheeks, tracing around her hole before pushing a tiny piece of the ice cube into her tight asshole.

Her entire body jolts at the unexpected sensation. Her squeal bleeds to a moan, her arms losing power as she falls forward onto the bed. She"s incredible like this…vulnerable yet strong, resistant yet eager.

I grab another ice cube, trapping it between her ass cheeks. She trembles under my touch, clutching frantically at the sheets.

I can"t help but grind my hips against her, feeling the heat of her pussy against the head of my cock. She"s soaked for me, and it fuels the desire to make her crazy. I want her drowning in pleasure before I fuck her again.

"Roman," she gasps, her body arching towards me as if begging for my touch. "Please."

Her plea ignites a fire in me, fueling my desire to drive her wild. Fuck, this woman knows how to push my buttons.

I slide another ice cube down to her pussy, letting it tease her entrance as I watch her writhe. Her eyes are half-lidded with lust now, her breath coming in short little pants that tell me she"s ready for anything I might throw at her.

With a slow smile, I press the ice against her clit, watching her reaction. She tries to take it inside of her without my permission, making me throb with anticipation.

"Do you want more?" I tease, circling the cube around her entrance before dragging it back up to her sensitive clit.

She whimpers, biting down on her lower lip while squirming against me. "Yes…please," she whispers, her eyes locked on mine.

"Whatever you want, baby." I pop an ice cube into my mouth and dip down, taking a long, slow lick of her pussy. Once she"s moaning, I press the ice cube into her little fuckhole.

She cries out, hips bucking against my face. I groan as I lick up every drop of her juices, tasting the saltiness mixed with her sweetness. She"s fucking delicious.

"Roman," she pleads softly, her hips jerking again.

"You want more, Mila?" I ask, already knowing she does. She"s fucking greedy for it.

She nods eagerly, mewling in anticipation.

With deliberate slowness, I flip her onto her back and reposition myself between her legs. Once she"s where I want her, her eyes on me, I lean in to lap at her cunt once more.

Her taste is addictive…salvation and sin all wrapped into one.

I push two fingers inside her wet heat and feel her tight grip on my shoulders, her nails digging into my skin. I love that she trusts me enough to let herself go like this, to give into the pleasure she needs so desperately. I know I"m pushing her hard, but she hasn"t wavered once. She"s a fucking warrior, taking what she wants without reservation.

"Roman," she moans around my fingers as I thrust them slowly in and out while flicking my tongue at just the right spot. She whimpers and squirms against me, desperately needing something more.

I smirk, knowing exactly what she wants. Slowly, I pull my fingers out of her tight heat and lean down to take her mouth in a hot kiss. As our mouths connect, I grab an ice cube and teasingly run it over her entrance before pushing it inside with the tip of my finger.

"Roman!" she cries, her hips bucking upward. Her pussy clenches, milking my finger as she tries to get more of it inside her.

"Look at you," I groan at the way she"s taking everything I give her. I add a second finger, not sure who the fuck loves this more.

She gasps, her eyes almost rolled back in pleasure as the ice rapidly melts, no match for her hot little pussy.

"Do you want another?" I taunt, grabbing another and holding it up for just a moment.

The hunger in her eyes is unmistakable as she begs for more. "Yes. Please, yes."

"Nah. I know where you need this one." With a smirk, I press it gently against her back entrance, watching her face closely. She shudders violently beneath me, pushing against it as if to force it into her tight little asshole. And goddamn, does it feel good.

"Is this what you want?"

She moans, unable to stop herself from rocking against my touch as she nods frantically. "Yes," she pants out breathlessly. "More… please."

Groaning, I push the cube into her ass little by little, not stopping until the cube and my finger are buried in her little hole. I keep playing with her pussy with my other hand, driving her crazy while I stretch her asshole.

She quivers beneath me, whimpering my name as I devour every quiver, every sound. She"s so fucking responsive it"s intoxicating. Every gasp is like music to my ears as she begs for release from the painful-pleasure combo of the ice on her most intimate spots.

But it"s not enough. Not yet. I press another cube against her clit, plunging two fingers in and out of her ass while my tongue dances over her sensitive clit.

And she can"t take it anymore.

With a sharp cry, she arches off the bed, her body convulsing with the force of her orgasm. My name spills from her lips in a never-ending litany as I continue to drive her crazy, picking up the pace and thrusting my fingers into her relentlessly. She tastes so fucking good on my tongue, every inch of her pulsing with pleasure as she begs for more and more.

I smirk as I watch teardrops form on my bedsheets where she"s leaking come.

"Every fucking hole is mine, Mila," I growl into her ear, trailing kisses down her neck and across her collarbone until I reach the swell of one breast. I drag a nipple between my teeth, sucking hard. "All mine."

I don"t know why I say it. I shouldn"t. This is just temporary. Two weeks. Except…not a fucking thing about her feels temporary. Every goddamn minute feels inevitable, permanent, like I"m the one embedding her into my psyche, stamping her deeply into some part of me that I"ll never be able to erase.

She pants heavily, still trying to catch her breath after that earth-shattering orgasm. Her eyes are half-lidded with pleasure and contentment now.

"Roman," she gasps before looking up at me with a challenging glint in her beautiful green eyes. "You think that"s enough?"

A slow grin spreads across my face at the fire in those eyes. They ignite something inside me that"s been dormant for far too long.

She wants more? I"ll give her every fucking thing I have.

I slide my hands up her back, trailing my fingertips along the ridges of her spine until they reach the nape of her neck, where I give it a gentle squeeze.

Her shudder is music to my ears.

"Oh, baby," I breathe. "You really shouldn"t have said that." With those words, I pull away slowly, the loss of contact making me even fucking harder. My cock aches for her.

She watches me with a plea in her dazed eyes, but she doesn't say anything this time. She already knows she just asked for trouble. The little minx is counting on it.

Grabbing a handful of ice, I return to my knees between her spread legs. Her intoxicating scent surrounds me—a mix of peaches and sex that drives me wild. I tease her entrance again with one finger before pushing it inside slowly, watching as she whimpers in anticipation.

I position one cube at either hole, causing her breath to hitch as she tries to push herself onto them both at once. But they"re too big. She bites her lip nervously against the impending pleasure.

I grind my hips against her, feeling the head of my cock slide through her wetness, the chill of the ice and her heat a delicious dichotomy.. She whimpers. Christ, she wants it. She's been wanting it since I pushed into her tight cunt and took her cherry earlier today. I press the ice gently into her, filling both holes with the frozen water at once.

Her body jolts at the strange sensation, arching into me as she gasps for air. It"s too much.

"Cry for me, baby," I whisper against her neck as she clutches at the sheets beneath her. "Let me hear you scream."

And scream she does—a long, low moan that turns into a high-pitched plea as I push one cube inside her ass while the other rapidly melts inside her cunt. She trembles from head to toe as I watch every inch of her react to the cold invading her most sensitive spots. Within moments, the small cube is gone, the cold no match for her hot body.

With deliberate slowness, I position my cock at her entrance and thrust inside her with relentless force, eager to heat her back up now that I"ve cooled her down.

She cries out my name again, hips bucking up to meet mine while milking every inch of me inside of her. She feels so fucking good around me as I sink deeper into her. Her nails dig into my back as she tries to keep herself grounded to this earthly pleasure while trapped in this new sensation between us—something neither of us anticipated, but both of us crave now.

"More?" I whisper against her lips before trailing kisses down her jawline to nibble on the soft flesh below it. "Tell me what you want."

Her breath hitches as she nods weakly, eyes locked with mine in an unspoken plea. We"re both on the edge here—teetering on the precipice of something dangerous.

"More."

Her moan confirms my suspicion. She"s right there with me, ache for motherfucking ache.

I hook my hands under her thighs, lifting them up to rest on my shoulders. With a deep groan, I plunge deeper, feeling every inch of her walls rippling around me. She"s so wet for me. Her taste, the saltiness and tang, mixes with the peaches scent she carries everywhere she goes.

"You"re so fucking tight," I growl into her neck as I thrust hard and slow, making her take every inch of me before I pull back and slam back in again. I capture one of her nipples between my teeth until she whimpers, arching into me.

"So damn responsive…" I murmur against her skin, dragging my teeth along the sensitive flesh. "You"re going to be the death of me."

A sharp gasp escapes her lips as I pull out and slap my dick against her slick folds, rolling my hips to ghost over the spot that drives her wild. My eyes lock on hers as she loses herself in me—I see it all there. Every need. Every desire.

Without warning, I grab another ice cube and massage it between her tits before pushing it hard against one sensitive bud. She gasps at the coldness against her skin before arching into it like an addict seeking more of the drug that"s going to push her over the edge once again.

I trail kisses down her neck and nip at the soft flesh before licking my way up to her earlobe, nipping gently. "I"m going to ruin you, little warrior," I growl. The same fucking way she"s ruining me. "Tell me what you need."

"You," she breathes out, looking at me like she could devour me whole.

I take that as permission to grab two more ice cubes. Placing one on each side of her pussy, I watch as she shivers at the coldness against her inner thighs. With a slow smirk on my lips, I grind my hips against hers, pushing both inside simultaneously. She jerks forward with a shuddering moan, biting down on her bottom lip as she tries to hold in the pleasure threatening to consume her whole. Her body tenses around mine as she adjusts to the unexpected chill invading every part of her body. Lifting myself slightly, I press a third cube against her entrance before slamming back inside her tight cunt.

A feral growl escapes my lips as I feel the cold ice around my cock, contrasting sharply with the heat of her.

Her breath hitches as the cubes melt and mix with her warmth. I watch with rapt fascination as they trail down her legs, tiny droplets of water mixing with sweat and desire. I groan at the sight, my cock twitching inside her.

She clenches around me when I start moving again, long, slow strokes designed to drive her mad with need. Her nails dig into my back, and I grin at the spike of pleasure-pain that zings through my body.

"More," she gasps, a plea and a command all in one.

I speed up, rough and hard. My hips slam against hers, driving deep into her tightness. She"s a little slice of heaven on earth, hot and cold and everything in between. She"s mine. My perfect little slice of heaven.

I feel the ice melting around my cock as I move in and out of her body, an intense sensation that topples me over the edge. The cold makes my movements slicker, harsher—more beastly—but she doesn"t pull away. She fucking loves it, pulling me closer instead.

Her eyes flash with pleasure each time I hit home, pushing deeper than before. Her lips part in a silent scream as another orgasm rips through her, her body convulsing beneath mine in beautiful surrender.

I groan as she clenches around me like a vise, milking every last drop from me.

"Goddamn, you"re perfect," I pant into her ear as we both ride out our orgasms together. My heart thunders in my chest as I rain kisses across her face, unable to stop myself. My hands shake with the force of the emotion coursing through me…emotion I"ve tried like hell not to feel. And yet I feel it anyway.

For her.

"You"re pretty perfect, too," she whispers back, her voice thick with exhaustion. She cuddles into me, burying her face in my chest. A content sigh escapes her lips and I pull the covers over us, holding her close.

For the first time in a long time, my heart feels light, unburdened by my job and all the bullshit that comes with it. I don"t have to ask why. I know. It"s her. That should fucking terrify me. But right now, in this moment, it feels pretty fucking perfect.

"Jesus Christ," I mutter, coming to a dead stop in the kitchen when I spot Mila standing at the island. She"s in that fucking bikini again. The same one that sent me over the edge the day before yesterday.

I"m not sure if I should be thanking whoever made the goddamn thing or if I should hunt the bastard down and burn the factory to the ground. It"s indecent. Rather, she"s indecent in it.

And all I want to do is slip that little triangle of fabric aside and thrust my dick between her legs until she"s wearing me instead.

She glances over her shoulder at me, lighting up like the sun when she sees me standing in the doorway. "Hey. Want a cookie?" She waves one toward me like a peace offering.

I"d rather eat her again.

"No. Come here."

She must hear something in my tone because her smile slips. "What"s wrong?" she asks, slowly turning to face me.

"Come here." I crook a finger, beckoning her closer.

She slowly places her cookie on the island and then slinks toward me, her tits jiggling in that goddamn tiny top.

My mouth waters, my dick turning to steel.

She stops a couple of feet from me, looking up at me with those big green eyes of hers. Her lips part in anticipation, and I know she"s expecting something hot and dirty to come out of my mouth. But I can"t seem to form any coherent thought other than how much I want to taste every inch of her.

"Where"d you get the bikini, baby?"

She glances down at herself and then back up at me. "What?"

"The bikini," I say again. "Where"d you get it?"

"I don"t know. Why?"

"Because I"m trying to decide if I should send a thank you note or burn down the fucking factory." The confession comes out casually, but I certainly don"t feel casual. Every inch of me is on fire, burning with need for her. I take a deep breath, trying to steady myself. I fucked her raw yesterday. And last night. And again this morning. She needs a break. "Do you have any idea what you do to me when I look at you?"

Her cheeks turn pink, and she bites down on her bottom lip, shaking her head. She has no fucking clue how crazy she makes me, and that only makes me burn hotter for her.

"Let me show you," I growl before pulling her into my arms, crashing my lips against hers in a searing kiss.

She moans against my mouth as I deepen the kiss, our tongues tangling together in a desperate dance. One hand grips onto her ass while the other threads through her hair, holding her firmly against me. She melts into me, wrapping her arms around my neck as I devour her mouth.

When we finally pull back for air, she"s flushed and panting against me. I take the opportunity to lower my head and nuzzle into the crook of her neck, kissing the soft skin there before trailing open-mouthed kisses down to the valley between her breasts.

"Roman," she gasps as I flick my tongue over one hardened nipple through the thin fabric of her bikini top. "Send the thank you note."

My body shakes with laughter against hers as I curl one hand around her hip to swat her on the ass. Her grumble of protest bleeds to a moan when I crash my mouth onto hers again, kissing the complaint from her lips.

By the time I let her up, she"s got her tits pressed against my chest, and she"s mewling like a greedy little kitten. Fuck, she"s sweet when she"s horny.

I reluctantly pull back, putting a little space between us before I forget that I can"t fuck her again now. "What are your plans for the day?"

"I"m finishing what I started the day before yesterday."

I arch a brow, amused. "Pretty sure you did that when you rode me on the couch yesterday, baby."

She rolls her eyes. "That"s not what I meant. I have a date with my Kindle, the sea, and the sun."

I narrow my eyes, considering. I don"t have many neighbors out here. When I"m here, I mostly have this stretch of beach to myself. But every once in a while, one of the neighbors shows up. It"s those motherfuckers who run through my mind now.

"Maybe I will burn that factory down instead," I mutter.

Mila throws her head back, laughing loudly. "Don"t be ridiculous, Roman. If you burn down the factory, you won"t get to see me wearing any of these in the future." She pats me on the chest as she spins on her heel, sashaying back to the island to scoop up her Kindle, cookie, and water bottle. "Besides, two-week stands don"t get conjugals in jail," she calls over her shoulder.

Two-week stand?

Oh, fuck that.

In a split second, fury and desire blend into a potent cocktail that has me closing the gap between us. A primal urge kicks in as I grab her around the waist, yanking her back against my hard body. Her gasp is cut short as I spin her around to face me.

"You"re not a fucking two-week stand," I growl, my voice rumbling deep in my chest. Her lips part, shock widening her green eyes. God, those eyes… They"re so fucking far under my skin it"s unreal.

"Say it," I demand, my hands tightening on her hips. "Tell me you know you"re more than that."

"We only have two weeks, Roman," she murmurs, staring up at me with those mesmerizing eyes. There"s fear and a touch of sadness in them, but there"s something else, too. A spark of challenge.

I shake my head, my grip on her firm and steady. "You aren"t," I insist with a gritted jaw, "a two-week stand."

Before she can respond, before she can protest or agree or tell me to fuck off, I kiss her. Our lips crash together with an intensity that threatens to consume us both. It"s all teeth and tongue and pure fucking need. Her taste is intoxicating, stealing the breath from my lungs and leaving me wanting more.

The world falls away as we surrender to the passion swirling between us. All thoughts of boundaries and time limits evaporate. What does it matter if time is against us? Why does anyone else get a say in what"s happening between us? Right now, in this moment with Mila gasping against my lips and clawing at the fabric of my shirt… This is all that matters.

Because she isn"t a two-week stand.

She never was.

And I"ll be damned if I let her forget it.

I lift her up suddenly and wrap her legs around my waist. Her gasp turns into a moan as I carry her inside, pushing the door shut behind us. My heartbeat is wild in my chest; our pulses throb in sync.

The kindle? Forgotten. The sun? A distant memory.

All that matters is the woman in my arms and the fiery connection between us.

"Bedroom?" I ask hoarsely.

Her eyes flash with desire as she pulls me down for another kiss. "Now," she demands, tugging at my shirt.

I obey, carrying her toward the bedroom and the promise of exquisite pleasure.