Page 99 of Sticks & Serpents

His body pressed against my back, heavy and warm. I could feel every solid inch of him against me, his presence both comforting and overwhelming. My heart raced as I breathed in the mix of his scent and the morning air.

His lips brushed lightly over my ear, sending shivers down my spine.

“Morning, little lamb,” he murmured, his breath hot against my skin.

A smile crept onto my face despite the chaos that had swirled around us just days before. The way he spoke to me always made it feel like we were the only two people in the world. My heart fluttered at the intimacy of the moment—the way he claimed me without even trying.

But then a sliver of doubt pierced through my blissful haze. Could this really last? Would I wake up one day to find him gone again?

I shook off the thought, focusing on the present—the warmth of his body against mine, the way he made me feel safe and alive. For now, this was enough.

I squirmed beneath him playfully, wanting to feel more of that intoxicating connection we shared. “What are you going to do about it?”

His laugh rumbled through his chest and vibrated against my back like a low hum of electricity.

A shiver ran through me. He was different this morning. Not gentle. Not hesitant. This was possession. This was need.

I gasped as he gripped my hips, dragging his lips down my spine. The sensation shot through me like lightning, electrifying every nerve ending in its path. Each kiss felt like a claim—a reminder of what we had just shared, of the boundaries we were both willing to blur.

Every movement was raw, demanding. It was as if he needed to remind himself that I was real, that I was his.

My fingers clutched the sheets beneath me, my breath coming in sharp gasps as his mouth explored the sensitive skin of my back. A heat pooled low in my stomach, swirling with desire and something deeper—something that felt like belonging.

“Damien—” I breathed out, unable to contain the need creeping into my voice.

He growled against my skin, nipping at my shoulder with a possessive urgency that made me shudder. “Say it.”

My body arched against him, desperate for more of his touch, more of this moment where everything else faded away. “I’m yours,” I gasped, the words tumbling from my lips without hesitation.

In response, he rewarded me with everything—his hands sliding over my body with a fierceness that sent waves of pleasure coursing through me. I felt utterly consumed by him, lost in the heat and intensity radiating between us.

Damien’s fingers dug into my hips as he pressed closer, every part of him fitting against me perfectly. There was no space left for doubt or fear; there was only the urgency of now—the knowledge that we were tangled together in a way that felt unbreakable.

He thrust into me, causing me to moan. My body arched against him, desperate for more of his touch, more of this moment where everything else faded away. Damien's fingers dug into my hips as he pressed closer, every part of him fitting against me perfectly.

His movements were raw and demanding, each thrust sending waves of pleasure coursing through me. I felt utterly consumed by him, lost in the heat and intensity radiating between us.

"You're mine," he growled against my ear, his voice low and possessive. "Say it."

I gasped as he slammed into me again, my fingers clutching the sheets beneath me. "I'm yours," I breathed out, the words tumbling from my lips without hesitation.

He rewarded me with a sharp bite on my shoulder; the sting sending a jolt of electricity through my body. "You'll always be mine," he continued, his voice rough with desire. "You belong to me."

"Tell me you want it," he demanded, his hips pistoning into me with an urgency that left me breathless. "Beg me to fuck you."

"I want it," I moaned, my voice barely above a whisper. "I want you to fuck me, please."

He growled in response, his movements becoming more frantic as he drove into me harder and faster. I could feel myself teetering on the edge of release, my body trembling beneath him.

"Come for me," he commanded, his fingers digging into my hips as he slammed into me one last time. "Come for me, little lamb."

And with that, I shattered around him, my body convulsing as wave after wave of pleasure washed over me. Damien followed soon after, his own release sending him crashing into me with a final, possessive thrust.

Damien rolled off of me, pulling me into his arms as he whispered softly into my ear. "You're mine, little lamb. And I'm never letting you go."

I stepped into the kitchen, still tingling from the aftermath of what had just transpired. Every movement reminded me of how sore I was, but there was a glow about me—one that felt radiant and alive.

Cooper and Everly were already there, their laughter spilling over like the warm coffee steaming in front of them. They shared a knowing smile as I walked in, my heart racing at the sudden rush of embarrassment.

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