The heavy wooden door opened. I froze.
There she was. The Ice Queen herself. She was right in front of me, and I couldn't believe how beautiful she was up close. She never stopped smiling, but it wasn't a nice smile—it was a knowing, dangerous look.
She was wearing only a short, white towel, like she was getting ready for a shower. The towel was tight and seductive enough to make me instantly go quiet, completely unable to find any words, until she finally moved aside and welcomed me in.
Her apartment was amazing. It looked so smart and elegant. Everything was in its place, perfectly neat. The air smelled really good, expensive and clean, like flowers and something sharp.
"I thought you wouldn't come," she said, closing the door behind me. The click of the lock sounded really loud in the quiet apartment.
"I didn't think you were this serious either," I told her, my voice thin and dry.
"Isn't you the one who asked for it?" she said. She took a step, getting closer to me. I could feel the warmth of her breath on my face, and she was right. I asked for it. I had no answer. My mind was empty.
"So," she whispered, standing right in front of me, "are you going to eat after eating, or do you eat before eating?"
As she spoke, I could feel her breasts lightly touch my chest. My heart instantly started racing.
"I... I..." That was all I could get out. My brain had shut down.
"You don't even know what you want?" Her voice was teasing, but her eyes were serious. "Fine. I will choose for you. Wait here."
She was like a goddess, walking away from me. I felt like I was falling into every trap she set, and I didn't even want to climb out. I watched her leave. Her towel was swaying dangerously short, revealing those smooth thighs and the way her hips moved as she walked toward her room like they knew I was watching.
I looked around the house again, seeing how beautiful it was, and a stupid, paranoid thought hit me: What if she has a boyfriend, and he comes back while I'm here? But no, that was the wrong thing to think about right now.
I sank into her sofa, trying to steady myself. The place was spotless—elegant, with a faint floral scent in the air. After a few minutes, she came back out, She told me to come and take a shower to wash off the tiredness from the workday.
I asked her, "Where? In your room?"
She gave me that half-smile again. "Yes. Where else do you think?"
It wasn't that I didn't want this to happen. I was screaming with joy inside, but I was still pretending not to understand, just acting dumb. She walked up to me, held my hand, and told me in a soft, low voice, "I can't wait any longer. Let's eat first, then come and eat your meal."
Every word she spoke was piercing and thrilling, like an arrow hitting my ears that made my blood feel hot and ready.
Before I could respond, she pulled me up and led me into her room. The massive bed was draped with flawless white sheets, the kind that looked untouched. Then she turned back to me and started unbuttoning my shirt.
She looked me straight in the eyes, and her hands were so soft on my chest. I couldn't handle it anymore. The intensity was too much.
I panicked. "Stop," I whispered. "I can't handle this anymore."
She paused and stepped back, amused raising an eyebrow. That smile never left her face. "You don't want me to help you? Okay, I will be waiting in the shower."
She went into the bathroom. I stood there, staring at the closed door, thinking: Why can't I do things on my own? I wanted this, and if I mess up now, I won't get another chance. The shame mixed with the desire finally gave me the push I needed.
I quickly took off the rest of my clothes. I opened the door and joined her in the shower box.
The steam was thick, a suffocating, humid cloud. Then I saw her. She was completely naked, a study in unblemished skin and impossible geometry. Not an inch of her body was covered. My gaze was greedy and immediate, fixed on her.
I took in every detail, even noticing the faint ,trails of stretch marks spread over her thighs, proof of her real, human form beneath the Ice Queen appearance. I simply could not stop watching.
She finally broke the spell, a slow, challenging smile blooming on her lips. She reached out, her hand finding my wrist, and pulled me in with a powerful, confident tug.
"How long are you going to stare, Luke?" she murmured, her voice low, wet, and absolutely lethal.
With a decisive thud, she slid the glass door shut. I was pressed against her, skin to skin, wet chest to wet chest. The sudden, intense contact, combined with the cascade of hot water on our backs, sent a shockwave through my body.
Goosebumps erupted and raced over every surface of my skin. The pure, overwhelming sensation was too much; a sound escaped me, a small, surprised, disoriented gasp—before I could clamp my mouth shut.
In that instant, any last shred of fear vanished. I knew I had nothing left to lose. I was a man already committed to ruin.
I reached up, my hand tangled in the silken, wet strands of her white hair, pulling her head down until our mouths met in a collision. I squeezed my eyes shut, a reflex against the sheer, blinding reality of the moment. It felt like I was soaring, disconnected from the earth. Her lips were incredibly soft, far warmer and more yielding than her cold public demeanor suggested.
The kiss instantly deepened, ravenous. The warmth of the water poured down our shoulders as I drove her back against the tiled wall, asserting the dominance that the magical wish had given me.
She responded without hesitation. She really knew how to kiss; She devoured me like she had been starving, and I could barely keep up, her tongue was demanding, playing against mine, hungry and primal. I knew this wasn't just physical desire; this was her own will being overridden, giving me the chance to seize control.
I let instinct take over. My hand brushed over the wet curve of her breast, soft and firm under my touch. The moment I grabbed it, she let out a sharp, trembling moan—"Aaah…"—her breath mixing with mine.
The sound lit something inside me. It wasn't just pleasure; it was proof. Proof that she wanted this as badly as I did. That gave me courage. That gave me the strength to push past my fear and meet her hunger with my own.