Page 54 of Sticks & Serpents

But even as those words escaped me, they felt inadequate compared to the raw desire coursing through my veins. The world outside faded into nothingness; all that existed was us—caught in this chaotic moment where nothing else mattered.

And in that chaos, there was an undeniable truth: I wasn’t just kissing her—I was claiming what was mine.

Her moan vibrated against my mouth, sending something sharp and electrifying through my chest. It was a sound that ignited every instinct within me, a reminder that I had been right all along—she was always mine. No matter how far she tried to run or how many walls she built around herself, I felt her slipping through the cracks.

I lifted her effortlessly, feeling the weight of her legs wrapping around my waist like they belonged there. The way she fit against me sent a rush of satisfaction coursing through my veins. She was soft and warm, and every part of her pressed into me felt like home—a home I never wanted to leave.

With one hand supporting her back, I carried her inside and toward the couch, never breaking our kiss. The world outside faded into a blur; nothing existed beyond this moment, this intoxicating connection that thrummed between us like a live wire. Each step was charged with urgency, each heartbeat echoing in my ears as if it were screaming for more.

When we reached the couch, I lowered us down gently but didn’t relent on the kiss. My lips moved against hers with an insatiable hunger; I could feel her breath quickening in response. Every brush of her skin against mine sent shivers down my spine—an electric current that made it impossible to think straight.

Holly tugged at my shirt, dragging it over my head, her fingers brushing against my skin as she peeled the fabric away. The moment the cool air hit me, a shiver ran down my spine. She looked at me with an intensity that sent my heart racing.

Her nails scraped down my chest, tracing over old scars. It should have made me flinch, reminded me of pain I had buried deep. But instead, it ignited something darker within me—an undeniable hunger that coursed through every vein. I felt myself harden under her touch, the raw connection sparking a fire I couldn’t extinguish.

I pulled back slightly, panting as I stared down at her. Her hair framed her face like a halo, wild and beautiful, and those hazel eyes were lit with something fierce.

“Still a mistake?” I asked, challenging her even as the words hung heavy in the air between us.

Holly glared up at me, defiance flashing across her features like lightning in a storm. “Shut up and touch me.”

The demand echoed in my mind like a siren’s call, pulling me closer to the edge of everything we had been dancing around for so long. I could feel the tension building between us—thick and electric—as if it had taken on a life of its own.

Her urgency drove me wild; it made every nerve ending tingle with anticipation. This was more than just a physical connection—it was primal and raw. There was no denying what we were both feeling.

Without hesitation, I leaned back in, capturing her lips again with mine. Every brush of our bodies ignited that fire further as I tangled my fingers in her hair, deepening the kiss with every second that passed.

I slid my hand up Holly’s thigh, feeling her tremble beneath my touch. When my fingers brushed against her, she was already wet for me.

A groan escaped my lips as I felt the heat radiating from her, fueling my desire even more.

I leaned in, my breath hot against her ear. “You’re so fucking wet for me, little lamb,” I murmured, my voice low and rough. “You want this, don’t you? You want me to make you feel good.”

She let out a soft moan as I began to move my fingers against her, circling her clit with just enough pressure to make her gasp. I could feel her body responding to my touch, her hips arching slightly to meet my hand.

“That’s it,” I whispered, my lips brushing against her neck. “Let me hear you. Let me hear how much you want this.”

I slipped a finger inside her, feeling her tighten around me. She was so responsive, so ready for me. I began to move my finger in and out, slowly at first, then faster as I felt her getting closer to the edge.

“You’re so tight,” I growled, my own body aching with need. “You feel so fucking good.”

I added another finger, stretching her, filling her. She moaned louder, her breath coming in quick gasps. I could feel her getting closer, her body tensing as she neared her release.

“Come for me, Holly,” I commanded, my voice firm and demanding. “Let me feel you come all over my fingers.”

And she did. Her body convulsed as she came, her inner muscles clenching around my fingers. I kept moving, prolonging her orgasm, feeling every wave of pleasure that coursed through her.

She was mine. In that moment, she was completely and utterly mine. And I was never going to let her go again.

Our clothes hit the floor in a frantic mess, the room spinning with a raw, electric energy that seemed to crackle between us. Every touch was desperate, heated—like we were trying to burn each other alive. I couldn’t get enough of her. Holly’s body pressed against mine felt like a fever dream, every curve and line fitting perfectly into my grasp.

I suckled on her nipple, drawing out a gasp from deep within her chest. The sound was intoxicating, a raw, primal response that sent a jolt of satisfaction through me. Her skin was hot against my lips, and I could feel her heart racing beneath my touch. I moved to her other nipple, teasing it with my tongue before suckling it deeply, drawing out another moan from her.

My fingers slid inside her again, feeling her wet and ready for me. The sensation of her tightness around my fingers was overwhelming, a surge of pleasure and desire that made my own body ache with need. I moved my fingers in a rhythm that matched the pace of my mouth on her nipple, feeling her hips arch to meet my touch. Every movement was deliberate, designed to draw out her pleasure and push her closer to the edge.

Her breath hitched as I increased the pressure, my fingers curling inside her to hit that spot that made her gasp. The sound was music to my ears, a symphony of desire and need that echoed through the room. I could feel her body trembling with anticipation, every nerve ending alive and responsive to my touch.

I looked up at her, my eyes locking onto hers as I continued to move my fingers inside her. The connection between us was electric, a silent understanding that passed between us in that moment. This wasn’t just about physical pleasure—it was about reclaiming something that had been lost, about breaking down the walls that had been built between us.

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