COLD

Chapter 60 Dare Me.

Reagan dims the light as he closes the door with his feet. He lays Stella on the bed and untie her robe.

"Why are you so hot?" He mumbles as he checks her temperature. Her face had already turned pink and her heart beats had increased. She was even trying to pull off her clothes.

"Hold on Stella, I'll go and get a bowl of cold water to calm your temperature before the doctor arrive." Reagan removes his hand from her head and makes to climb down from the bed but he before he can reach the edge, two soft paws wrap around his waist and pull him back into the bed.

"Reagan, don't go. I want it." She mumbles as she reaches for his leather belt.

Reagan looks down at her and his eyes darken as she undoes his belt. She unbuttons his pants and pulls the zip down.

"Stella hold on." Reagan stops her, feeling his lower body already starting to loose control but she doesn't stop. She grabs his head and kiss him hungrily.

Reagan tries to hold on but when he sees her insert it herself, he looses full control.

Stella moans in pain as he goes deeper into her core. She bite her lower lip and grab the sheets, squeezing it as the pleasure gets intensive.

Hours later, Reagan pulls out of her after ending the fourth round. His waist was sore and he felt extremely tired which was very unusual. For some reason he was weak and exhausted which wasn't supposed to be when he was in bed.

Or was there something wrong with his body. He needs to see a doctor.

Looking at Stella who laid on the bed with her lips slightly parted and her eyes staring at him like a love-struck bird, she didn't even look as tired as someone that just finished the fourth round of love making.

"Reagan, why did you stop. Continue." Stella mumbles in a low voice.

Reagan sighs and massage his back with his hand." Stella, I'm tired..." He stops, hearing low sobs coming from the woman underneath him." Why are you crying?" He asks as he pats her little head.

"You don't want me anymore, waaaa!" She cries out like a little child.

"Please don't cry. I never said that." Reagan pleads as she sobs continuously.

"Then continue till I'm satisfied. Do it now or you'll never do it again." She raise her legs and place on his shoulder, biting her lower lip and waiting for the sweet and pleasant pain.

Reagan looks at her and he feels something is not right. The Stella he knows will never ask for it, especially after a misunderstanding had just been settled.

Her sudden change of behavior from someone that was angry to now someone who is begging for sex is something that he can't ignore.

Thinking back to when they were on the rooftop, she started behaving like this right after Isabella gave her water to drink.

Could it be that the water was drugged? He has to interrogate that little girl.

Reagan bends his head and kiss her inner thigh. He grabs his long length and nudge at her entrance before fully inserting it into her.

Stella throws her head back and curl her toes as Reagan began thrusting in and out of her.

She stretch her hands towards him and he bends and hugs her. Wrapping her hands around his neck, she bring his head closer to hers and kiss his lips.

After some minute, they stop to catch their breaths.

Reagan looks into her eyes and sees that she's starting to look tired. The medicine must have started to fade off already.