Cecilia bends her knee, shifting under me, and the movement grazes my clit and makes me shiver. I exhale sharply, my body reacting before I can stop it, and I press my pussy into her leg without thinking, chasing the sensation and working her through this at the same time.
Her leg hooks tighter around my hip and her hand slidesdown my back, pulling my body against hers. Our lips collide, and I swallow her moans, like they’re mine to keep. Cecilia comes with a whimper and her eyes closed shut, gasping against my mouth and her whole body going tense before relaxing on the bed.
I move my hips a few more times, and Cecilia smiles, one corner of her mouth tipping faintly upward, almost mischievously, like she’s in on a huge secret. Watching the Ice Princess come apart at the seams above her, rubbing her pussy against her desperately.
After just a few more seconds, I bury my face against her neck, biting back a whimper as I come hard, a blinding orgasm behind my eyes that makes me see stars.
We stay there, limbs tangled and rapid breathing filling the room.
For a long moment, neither of us moves.
My face is still buried against her neck, her skin damp and warm, and I can feel the slow, uneven cadence of her breathing start to steady beneath me. My own follows a second later, my body catching up to her.
Cecilia’s hand drifts up my back, not urgent anymore, just there—fingertips tracing absent patterns along my spine like she’s reassuring herself I’m still here.
Eventually, I lift my head enough to look at her. Her eyes are closed, lashes resting against her cheeks, her mouth parted as she exhales. There’s a softness to her now that I haven’t seen before. Not guarded or sharp like on the ice.
It does something strange to my chest.
“You okay?” I ask quietly.
Her eyes blink a few times, coming back from wherevershe went. She looks at me for a second, like she’s recalibrating, and then the corner of her mouth lifts.
“Yeah,” she says, voice rough but steady. “You?”
I huff out a small laugh, brushing a strand of hair away from her face without really thinking about it.
“Amazing.”
She studies me for a beat and then she shifts on the bed, making space without actually putting distance between us.
It’s subtle, but it looks like a question, an invitation to something else. Something more.
I settle beside her, close enough that our shoulders touch, our legs still loosely tangled, and for the first time since we walked into this house, everything goes quiet in a way that doesn’t feel charged. Simply… still. Full.
Cecilia turns her head towards me, her hand finding mine between us without looking. Her fingers lace through mine like it’s the most natural thing in the world.
The room is dim, the air warm with sex, and the weight of everything that just happened settles somewhere deeper now, less frantic, more real.
After a while, her breathing evens out completely. I realize, a second too late, that she’s falling asleep.
I watch her for a long time, then I close my eyes, too.
CHAPTER 20
CECILIA
“Otra vez,Rodri,”I say, not loudly, but with enough weight that Rodrigo hears the correction in it. He rolls his eyes at me but goes back to his reset, running the sequence one more time like instructed.
He skids to a stop near the boards, breath fogging faintly in the early chill of the rink, one eyebrow lifting like he’s debating whether I was serious or not. The overhead lights are still warming up, casting a faint blue sheen across the ice that makes everything look unreal, like we’re rehearsing instead of living.
“Ceci,” he drags my name out with a slight whiny tone. “It was clean the first time.”
“It was rotated,” I reply, stepping closer to the barrier and folding my arms against the cold. “Clean would’ve been quieter on the landing. You know that.”
He rolls his shoulders, glances down at his blades, then looks back at me with the exaggerated patience of a teenager who thinks he’s being generous. “It didn’t scrape, look.”
“It did,” I say. “You just didn’t feel it. Look behind you.”
