Andrea's POVHe continued circling the ice around my nipple, occasionally pressing it directly against the peak, making me gasp and squirm. The sensations were overwhelming—the cold, the inability to see or move or do anything but feel, the knowledge that he was completely in control.Then the ice disappeared from my right breast, only to be replaced immediately by the wet heat of his mouth.The contrast was shocking. From freezing cold to burning hot in seconds, his tongue swirling around my nipple, his teeth grazing it gently. I moaned loudly, unable to help myself."That's it," he encouraged. "Let me hear you. Tell me how it feels.""So good," I gasped. "God, Dante, it feels so good."At the same time, I felt the ice touch my left nipple, the same torturous circles he'd done on the right. The dual sensations—ice on one side, his mouth on the other—were almost too much to process.He sucked my right nipple into his mouth, hard, while pressing the ice firmly against the left. I pulle
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