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Her body arched beneath me, pressing herself closer. I could feel her heart racing, matching the rhythm of my own. I moved to her other breast, lavishing it with the same attention. She gasped, her fingers digging into my back as if trying to anchor herself to reality.

The noises she made drove me wild. Each moan, each gasp, each whispered plea was like a drug, fueling my desire for her. I wanted to hear more, to make her scream my name until she was hoarse.

I could feel her growing wetter, her movements becoming more urgent as she rocked her hips against me. I slid my hand between us, teasing her clit with my thumb as I continued to worship her breasts. She cried out, her body trembling with pleasure.

I reveled in the feeling of her moving slowly up and down my shaft, teasing me with every stroke. It was torture and ecstasy all at once, and I knew I wouldn't be able to hold out much longer. But I didn't want this to end. I wanted to stay here forever, lost in the sensation of her body against mine.

The moment we both reached that peak, our eyes locked together, and everything else faded away. The world dissolved into a blur of sensations—my heartbeat thundered in my ears, drowning out all sound but the soft gasps that escaped her lips. Her gaze held mine with an intensity that was almost unbearable, grounding me as waves of pleasure washed over us.

Somehow, the intimacy of her stare amplified every sensation, making my orgasm hit harder than anything I had ever experienced. It was raw and primal, a release of pent-up tension I hadn't even realized was building. I felt myself unraveling in her presence, a part of me giving in to the wild abandon of our shared moment.

When we finally collapsed against each other, bodies tangled and breaths mingling, my heart raced as if it had never known this kind of speed before. I could feel her warmth enveloping me—every inch of her skin pressed against mine, as if we were two halves of a whole. My fingers intertwined with hers, feeling the softness and strength in each touch.

This was what it felt like to belong to someone. It wasn’t just the physical connection; it was deeper than that. It was an understanding that transcended words, a promise whispered in the silence between us. In that moment, I knew—I wasn’t alone anymore. She was here with me, and somehow, she made everything feel right.

I breathed in her scent—a mixture of rain-soaked skin and something uniquely Holly—and it filled my lungs like a lifeline. It grounded me further into this reality we’d created together. Every heartbeat pulsed with an energy that felt entirely new—a sense of wholeness I hadn’t thought possible.

Holly traced slow circles on my chest, her fingers moving in a gentle rhythm that grounded me in the moment. Her breathing was soft and even, a soothing balm to the chaos still swirling in my mind. I watched her, entranced, my heart hammering in my chest as I absorbed the reality of what had just happened between us.

She shifted slightly, tilting her head up to meet my gaze. Those warm eyes held a depth that made everything else fade away. “You okay?” she asked, concern lacing her voice.

I exhaled slowly, dragging a hand down my face as if trying to wipe away the remnants of doubt and fear. For once, I didn’t know how to lie.

“Yeah.”

Her smile was genuine, brightening the space. She pressed a soft kiss to my jaw, the simple act sending sparks through me.

“Good. Because I’m not leaving.”

Her words struck me like a thunderclap. My chest tightened at the weight of what she said—her declaration hung between us like a promise. She said it so simply, like it was already decided. Like she’d already made her choice.

And maybe, for the first time in my life, I could let myself believe it.

I flexed my hands over her hips, feeling the warmth of her skin beneath my palms. Everything felt different now—her presence next to me was both comforting and terrifying. There was an openness between us that hadn’t existed before—a vulnerability that made it impossible for me to retreat into the darkness I had always known.

“I don’t want you to regret this,” I admitted, barely above a whisper.

Holly tilted her head slightly as if weighing my words. “I won’t,” she promised with unwavering certainty. "I don't."

Her confidence wrapped around me like a lifeline; it felt intoxicating yet fragile. A part of me wanted to reach out and pull her closer—to lose myself in her completely—but another part hesitated at the thought of what might happen next.

“What if…”

The words caught in my throat as I fought against the urge to push her away for fear of breaking this newfound connection between us. But looking into her eyes, I saw something that anchored me—something real and true that made me believe maybe this time could be different.

Maybe I didn’t have to hide anymore.

"No what if's," she murmured before pulling me into another kiss. And this time, I drowned my thoughts and focused on the only thing that mattered: Holly.

Chapter29

Holly

Iwoke up to warmth. To strong arms wrapped around me, pulling me closer. The familiar scent of Damien enveloped me like a cocoon, grounding and electric all at once.

He was still here. Still mine.

As I shifted slightly, feeling the heat radiating from his body, a surge of contentment washed over me. But before I could fully register it, Damien moved—his grip tightening as he flipped me onto my stomach, pinning me beneath him with an ease that sent a thrill through my veins.