Page 117 of Sticks & Serpents

My thrusts became harder, faster, more animalistic as I lost myself in the feel of her body against mine. Every movement sent a jolt of electricity through me, and I couldn't get enough. I needed more—more of her heat, more of her moans, more of the way she clung to me like I was her lifeline.

Being inside of her was like coming home. It was a feeling I had never experienced before—a sense of belonging that made every other moment in my life seem insignificant. Her body welcomed me, wrapped around me like a vice, and I reveled in the sensation of being consumed by her.

I bit down on her neck. She shattered around my cock, her muscles clenching tight as she cried out my name. The sound sent me over the edge, and I followed her into oblivion, coming inside of her with a force that left me breathless.

For a moment, everything else faded away—the fire, the chaos, the pain. All that mattered was the connection between us, the way our bodies moved together in perfect harmony. I felt invincible, like nothing could ever tear us apart again.

But as the haze of pleasure began to dissipate, reality came crashing back down around me. The fire still raged, casting flickering shadows across Holly's face as she looked up at me with wide eyes. I knew we couldn't stay here, not with the flames closing in.

But for now, I held onto her, savoring the feeling of her body pressed against mine. We had faced the darkness together and come out the other side, stronger and more united than ever before. Whatever challenges lay ahead, I knew we would face them together—because in this moment, there was no denying the truth: we belonged to each other, and nothing could ever change that.

Afterward, we lay against the cooling metal of the car, the fire still smoldering in the distance. The heat of our moment lingered in the air, but the adrenaline was beginning to ebb, leaving behind a charged silence filled with everything unsaid.

Our skin felt slick against each other, marked with scratches and bruises—proof of what had just happened. I propped myself up on my elbows, looking down at her. Holly looked different in this light, illuminated by the dying flames; her lips were swollen, darkened with a mix of passion and raw need. Her eyes held a depth that made my heart race—a dark knowledge that sent shivers down my spine.

I reached down and pressed my fingers into her wrist, feeling her pulse beneath my fingertips. It thumped steadily—a reminder that she was here with me, alive and real.

“You belong to me now,” I murmured, feeling a strange sense of ownership wash over me.

Her breath shuddered at my words. Not in fear. In acceptance.

She sat up slowly, her fingers trailing down my chest as if mapping every scar and muscle. There was something fierce in her gaze—a determination that made my heart slam against my ribs.

“Then mark me,” she said, voice low but steady.

Those words hung between us like a promise—or maybe a challenge. She didn’t mean a ring or sweet words whispered in soft tones. No, she meant something real. Something ancient. Permanent.

I felt a possessive instinct surge within me—a need to claim her in a way that transcended mere words or symbols. To make sure there was no doubt left about what we were to each other.

I leaned closer, capturing her gaze with mine as I reached for her throat with one hand—my fingers brushing lightly over her skin before tightening just enough to feel the flutter of her pulse beneath my touch.

“You don’t get to take this back, little lamb.”

I watched her, searching for a flicker of doubt in her eyes. But she didn’t blink. Didn’t hesitate.

“I don’t want to.”

Her voice held a certainty that struck me deeper than any blade ever could. I exhaled sharply; the air shuddering out of my lungs as I dragged my teeth over her collarbone. The taste of her skin ignited something primal within me, a hunger that was no longer just about lust—it was about claiming her.

With a quick motion, I bit down, hard enough to break the skin. Blood pooled beneath my teeth, warm and rich. I lapped it up eagerly, feeling the heat wash over me like fire igniting every nerve ending.

Holly gasped, nails digging into my back as she arched against me—her breath hitching not in pain but in pleasure. It sent a jolt through me, igniting the chaos simmering just beneath the surface.

“Mine,” I whispered, my voice low and thick with need.

She leaned forward then, capturing my gaze with an intensity that stole the breath from my lungs. I felt the world shift as she pressed her mouth to my skin. She bit into my neck where it met my shoulder, breaking the surface flesh so blood welled up in tiny rivulets.

The sensation was electric. As she cleaned up the blood with her tongue—soft and teasing—I couldn’t help but groan at the sensation of her mouth on me. Each lick sent shockwaves through my body; each drop she tasted was another promise exchanged between us.

The scar she left behind would be mine—a mark of our shared darkness and desire—a tattoo forged in blood that spoke volumes about what we were becoming together.

I gripped her tighter, lost in the heady mix of pain and pleasure as we transformed each other into something more fierce and beautiful than either of us had ever known before. This was our truth—a chaotic dance painted in crimson shades under a backdrop of unrestrained passion and desperation for one another.

The morning light spilled into the wreckage, illuminating the charred remains of what had been a moment of chaos turned intimacy. The fire finally died behind us, the smoke curling up into the sky like a fading memory. Sirens echoed in the distance, growing louder as the firemen approached, but for now, all I could focus on was Holly.

I tilted her chin up, forcing her to meet my gaze. “You’d burn the whole world down for me, wouldn’t you?”

Her smile was slow and knowing, like she had already calculated every risk involved. “I already did.”

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