Page 87 of The Coldest: Stay Dangerous Part 2

I open my eyes, meeting his gaze. We’re nose to nose. His eyes dance between my eyes and my lips, before he makes up his mind and kisses me again, continuing the slowest, most delicious, most tragic stroke he’s ever given me.

It’s worse than saying goodbye. It’s worse than making love.

He’s etching himself into my being.

That’s why he’s asking me if I feel it. Him burrowing himself into my soul.

I could move to China. I could move to Pluto. I could make a billion dollars, and sell a billion records. It doesn’t matter; I’d never be rid of him.

When I don’t answer, he goes even deeper, thrusting upward until that fucking metal ball grazes my cervix.

My eyes roll to the back of my head. I push my ass out more as a violent shiver runs through my body.

“Answer me, Snow!” he thunders, still stroking me slow.

“Yes, baby. Yes, I feel it!”

He squeezes my hands again as cum floods our meeting place. “That’s right, bae. Show me how much you enjoying this. Wet me all the way up.”

He tries to kiss me, but I just bite his bottom lip instead. He speeds up, just a little, to fuck me through yet another orgasm, until I’m boneless.

Our hands move until he’s damn near hugging me from behind. His strokes slow to a stop, though I know he hasn’t come yet.

Once his breathing slows, he starts back again, his tortuous assault.

Rico’s deep voice begins to mumble close to my ear. It takes a few seconds for me to realize he's speaking in Spanish to me. His hands squeeze mine every four or so words, until he’s repeating the same phrase over and over. He gets impossibly harder inside of me, and I know his orgasm will set another off for me, but somehow, the pain in his voice keeps me at bay.

I squeeze his fingers. “Please, baby. Let me understand you.”

“You’re the only one who understands me, Snow,” he confesses, resting his forehead in my hair. “You understand me.”

He pulls out of me suddenly, twisting us until we’re face to face on our sides. With my leg hitched on top of his hips, he enters me again, thrusting over and over, infinitely faster than before.

Desperation coats his features as he holds my gaze hostage.

His eyes are bloodshot, gleaming. But no tears threaten to spill over, unlike mine.

“Te necesito. Te amaré siempre. No me dejes, por favor. Nunca me dejes.” (I need you. I’ll always love you. Don’t leave me, please. Never leave me.)

“I love you, too,” I whisper back. My hand spreads across his chest, where his heart is beating as fast as mine.

He rolls us over, until I’m on my back. Leaning down, he captures my lips as he drills into me.

“I’m finna come, Snow,” he warns.

I lock my ankles around his waist, but in case he doesn’t get the hint, I moan, “Please, cum in me.”

My words are his undoing, and not even a second later, he expands before filling me with his release.

Rico’s eyes roll to the back of his head. “Fuuuuck,” he groans, dropping his chin to his chest.

Reckless. I know it but I don’t care. If it’s meant to be, us having a child, me tying myself to him permanently in another way, then it’s meant to be.

My legs fall to the bed when I feel him start to deflate inside of me. Immediately, he pulls out, leaving a trail of kisses on my slick body until he’s face to face with my thoroughly used and swollen pussy.

His cum has already started to leak out. With two fingers, he scoops it up, pushing it back inside. When he’s satisfied, he kisses my clit, making my chest cave, before coming back up.

Once again, he surprises me by laying on my stomach, wrapping his arms around one of my legs. I run my fingertips through his short curls, my eyes unseeing as I turn toward the bay window of the suite.