Page 66 of Sticks & Serpents

Damien leaned closer again, tilting his head as if trying to capture every moment. His breath mingled with mine, creating an electric tension that sent shivers down my spine. Just when I thought I’d catch a glimpse of something softer behind his fierce exterior, he deepened the kiss once more.

It wasn’t gentle; it never was with Damien. But there was a passion in it that felt familiar and consuming. I tangled my fingers in his hair again, pulling him closer as if anchoring myself against the storm swirling around us—both outside and within our hearts.

I surrendered completely; this was where I belonged—even if the world outside warned against it.

Rain slid down Damien’s skin, mingling with mine, soaking through every barrier between us. The chill of the storm was nothing compared to the heat radiating from him, creating a heady mix that sent shivers racing along my spine.

I tugged at his sweatpants, fingers trembling—not from fear, but from anticipation. I felt alive in a way I hadn’t in years, every nerve ending sparking as if he were igniting a fire inside me.

“Are you sure?” he asked, voice low and gravelly.

“You already know the answer.” My voice came out steadier than I expected, each word laced with certainty.

That was all he needed.

With a swift movement, Damien stripped me out of my soaked clothes, one piece at a time. The fabric clung to my skin for a heartbeat before it fell away, tossed onto the wet pavement like it meant nothing. A shiver ran through me as the cold air hit my bare skin, but it only fueled the heat building between us.

The rain drummed against our bodies—loud and relentless—yet all I could focus on was him. He stepped closer, his warmth enveloping me completely as I stood exposed before him. My heart raced wildly; this was reckless and raw, and yet it felt so undeniably right.

I locked eyes with him, the air thickening with unspoken promises as the rain cascaded around us like a veil hiding us from the rest of the world.

His hands skimmed down my bare skin, fingertips tracing every inch like he was memorizing me all over again. I felt each caress ignite my nerves, a shiver coursing through me that had nothing to do with the cold rain. My nipples hardened, not from the chill but from the heat radiating off him.

I gasped when he pressed his mouth to my throat, nipping and kissing, sucking bruises into my skin that would remind me of this moment long after it ended. Each touch felt like a brand, marking me as his.

“Mine,” he whispered against my jaw, sending another wave of heat flooding through me. “No one else will ever touch you again.”

I exhaled sharply, the weight of his words settling deep in my chest. There was something primal in his claim that both thrilled and terrified me. The part of me that wanted to fight back faded beneath the intensity of what he promised. I didn’t argue; I couldn’t. My body betrayed my mind, leaning into him instead.

Damien’s mouth traveled lower, trailing kisses down to the hollow of my collarbone. The rain continued to fall around us, a symphony accompanying our heated breaths as he lost himself in exploring every curve and contour of my body. His hands roamed freely, gripping my waist and pulling me closer until there was no space left between us.

Each time his lips brushed against my skin, I felt a spark of something I couldn’t quite name—desire mingled with desperation and fear. The world outside faded completely; it was just him and me in this moment, drenched in rain and chaos.

His kisses turned more insistent as he marked me—each bruise a reminder of how far we’d fallen together into this madness. My breath quickened with every bite and kiss; I craved more but feared what that meant for us both.

With each lingering touch, he solidified his claim on me deeper than I ever thought possible.

He sucked a nipple into his mouth; the sensation sending a jolt of pleasure straight to my core. His tongue swirled around the sensitive peak, teasing and tasting as if he couldn't get enough. I gasped, arching my back to press myself further into his touch.

His hand palmed my other breast, fingers rolling the nipple between his thumb and forefinger. The contrast between the warmth of his mouth and the cool rain on my skin was intoxicating. He switched his attention, lavishing the same attention on my other breast while his free hand roamed down my body, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake.

Anyone could stumble upon us, but I didn't care. We were hidden only by the fact that we were behind the rink, exposed to the elements yet shielded from prying eyes. The risk added an exhilarating edge to our encounter, heightening every sensation.

Damien lifted me again, pressing me against the cold wall. But all I felt was the heat between us—the tension that had been snapping like a live wire for years. And then he was inside me, and it was everything. Too much. Too good. Too right.

I clung to him, nails digging into his back as he moved, slow and deep. Our foreheads pressed together, breaths mingling, bodies tangled in the rain.

Each thrust sent waves of pleasure crashing over me, threatening to pull me under. I held on tighter, desperate to anchor myself to this moment—to him. The rain pelted against us, but it couldn't extinguish the fire that burned between us.

As we moved together, I felt something inside me begin to unravel—a knot that had been tightly wound for far too long. With every stroke, Damien untangled the threads, revealing the raw, vulnerable parts of myself I'd tried so hard to keep hidden.

I didn't want it to end, but I knew we couldn't stay here forever. The storm would eventually pass, and reality would come crashing down around us. But for now, I let myself get lost in the rhythm of our bodies, the sound of our ragged breaths, and the feel of his heart beating against mine.

Our foreheads pressed together, breaths mingling in the rain as Damien's voice wrecked the air between us.

"You ruin me," he groaned, his words sending a shiver down my spine.

I arched into him, desperate for more of this chaotic connection that had consumed us both.

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