Power of the Ice cube

Their lips met in a slow, sultry dance, igniting a fire that spread through every cell. The tender touch of her mouth on his sent shivers coursing through his veins, as if the very fabric of reality had melted away.

His hands escaped the warmness of the water, as he trailed it up her back to feel her shiver slightly under his touch. He moved to cradle her face, where his thumbs began to trace the contours of her cheeks, sending tremors of pleasure through her entire being.

"You're so beautiful, Hermione" Lloyd whispered in between the kisses. His hands were still caressing her face as he pulled her to the back to take a look at her.

She offered an appreciative smile. "So..." Her lips curled, "What were you going to do with the ice? It's melting away"

"It dare not" He breathed out. Lloyd's eyes had darkened with an intense desire to claim her. He wanted her screaming his name as he pleasured her, and now was the best time to do it .