God, this took me sooo long to write. I was so nervous and overwhelmed. I kept re-reading and re-writing; I just wasn't happy enough.

I felt I wasn't making this scene justice. It was so and full of emotion in my .

I phased some more health these last couple of weeks, after a medical procedure was done to myself. I was so anxious for the results, hoping I would get good news, but until I got them, I couldn't move on with this chapter.

I am now happy to tell you, this is as close as I had it in my mind. So, yeah.. go on. Enjoy this chapter!

Things get steamy, so excuse me while I go hide somewhere!

The scars we see will heal.

But what happens to the ones not visible to the eye?

Are we ever truly healed?

Or were the scars just bundled up with scar tissue, and hidden with a band aid?

I didn't know this at the beginning, but sometimes, the more we forced those scars to heal, the more they hurt.

"I felt on top of the world. I was winning," his voice was low, husky, filled with all those emotions he hid years ago.

"I was using a combination of stimulants and pick-me-up drugs; as many as I could. Instead of feeling the pain and guilt, I preferred losing myself.

"No one could stop me. You see, back then, I felt invincible, and each confrontation ended in fighting."

He kicked the bathroom door shut behind him, the creaky thud startling me. In his eyes lit a fire unlike any other, but I was frozen in place, waiting. He stalked closer to me, each step more purposeful than the last. And then, his hands were on my cheeks, tilting my face up to him as he ducked down, lips on mine in an instant.

Like all the previous times, I was losing myself under the power he had on me, his whole being overwhelming me as I clutched the fabric of his shirt to keep me from falling.

He knew the effect he had on me, hands pulling my body flash to his, and I moaned into his mouth, uninhibited.

"At the age of sixteen I had the power to do what I wanted, and no one could stop me from hurting everyone around me; my opponents, my family," he said against my lips, voice thick as he left wet kisses on my skin.

"No one could stop me from hurting myself."

He guided my body with dexterity, all the way to the shower. I threw my arms around his shoulders as I lost all coherent thought. I knew I should focus and listen to his words, but he wasn't making it easy for me. He was distracting me on purpose, becoming bolder with his touches. And slowly, all I felt were his soft lips and hard muscles under my fingers, while I struggled to concentrate.

"But there are always consequences to our actions, Angel."

Shock overwhelmed my senses when he turned on the faucet of his shower. The first droplets were ice-cold, before warmth seeped through my clothes. He guided my hands above my head, pulling my shirt over my head before I did the same to his. My bra was next, and I pulled him close under the warm water, needing more of his touch on my skin.

"After every high, the low I felt was lower. And when I overdosed, I hit my lowest; rock bottom."

The rest of the clothes fell on the bathroom floor, joining our shirts, soaked and heavy. There was nothing left between us now, just skin on skin; two people breathing the same air, sharing together a story otherwise too painful to share.

"Rehab was a new hell, until juvie was my redemption. Eli stood by my side like a second father, trained me to become a better version of myself. That's when I met Liam and Malcolm. And together, we got ourselves through the rest."

Between us was only steam, making me buzz with anticipation at the determination in his eyes. Each memory revealed a new emotion, and I couldn't take my eyes off his; I was drowning.

"When I finally realized how I handled things, I felt ashamed, embarrassed, and at times stigmatized. Even today, years later, I fear retribution, liability... I deserved it at the time, but I want to believe that today my story is one of success."

He towered over me, water droplets falling down his body in slow enticing motions. My hand moved over his chest, against the warm rivulets on his inked skin, settling at the nape of his neck. Needing him closer, I scratched and pulled on his wet hair, urging him to minimize the distance between us.

"I'm proud of myself for staying off drugs. I craved that high like no other, believe me, Angel. I almost caved at the temptation of a few hours of pure bliss," he said, voice deep against my lips, as his hands continued their tantalizing descend.

"But I couldn't let myself spiral down that near unclimbable staircase again."

I wanted to scream, for the entire world to hear, that he was a winner.

He became what so many still fought to achieve. He was given a second chance but didn't take it for granted. He worked hard and proved everyone else wrong.

He deserved so much more than the pain and guilt.

I wanted to scream the words, but I didn't know how to utter the syllables correctly. I didn't how to make him understand my genuine feelings.

I wanted to scream because it was the truth.

But one look of his, and the words dried out in my throat.

A humorless chuckle left his lips, sending shivers down my spine. Under those blazing eyes I felt like his prey, ready to be devoured.

"Imagine my surprise when the same rush of adrenaline run through my veins when you came into my life," he husked near my ear, nibbling the skin there for a moment, surely leaving his mark behind.

The same hands that could bring chaos during a match, touched my skin gently. And at last, the distance between us was gone, as he pulled me towards him, warm water cascading down our naked bodies while he took my breath away with his lips.

"How?" I breathed between kisses. I didn't want him to stop talking to me.

"How," he repeated the word, a chuckle hidden behind teasing lips.

"From the very beginning I felt this pull... it was unlike anything I've ever experienced. You demanded my attention with just one look, and I was done for. You put me in place when I'm out of line, with your smart mouth, your clever eyes," he spoke over my pulse, kissing down the length of my neck, making me shiver.

"God, your eyes... the way you look at me. The way you look for me..."

The pull... that same pull I questioned so many times before.

Was it too soon?

But what was time, anyway?

What was time compared to my heart beating with no rest every second of every day?

How could I defy it this once, when it was beating differently just for him? How could I question it?

The bond was there, and our hearts knew it. We were just too stubborn, but never blind.

My eyes were always searching for his, and his eyes were already staring back at me.

Like gasoline, I'd rather burn than spend another day away from him.

"How you had me on my knees with just one look."

"I never-"

"Do you enjoy having me on my knees, Angel?"

"I... You-"

"How I craved your light every time you left... fuck, how I wanted more," he sucked on my neck, leaving another mark just above my collarbone.

"I thought I was the only one."

"You were never alone in this, baby. But it wasn't until someone told me that feelings are only mutual by chance, that I woke up. That's why I lost it today. When I saw you in that crowd, I had to end it quickly. Forget the past, the games. All in."

His eyes found mine once more, fire lighting the intense green as a nostalgic smile adorned his face.

Rules and common sense burned down around us as he leaned down, pressing his lips to mine. It was soft, slow, familiar. His grip on my body tightened, refusing to let me slip through his fingers; a shuddering breath escaped my lips at the thought.

"I wanna kiss you until I can't anymore," he breathed out, before taking my lips again.

It felt like the bond between us burned at the thought of an upcoming end. It scared me. I couldn't lose him. Not again. Not ever.

I wanted more. More memories. More of him.

In that moment he bit down on my bottom lip, hard enough, making me moan into his mouth. I was overthinking again, he knew it, and with one hand wrapped around my neck, he tilted my head, claiming my mouth the way he wanted.

His other hand skimmed over my hip, all the way up to my breast. His thumb and forefinger were teasing my right nipple, but it was the light pressure of his inked hand around my neck that made my head fall back in perplexing pleasure.

Teeth dragged down my neck, hard enough to create a sensitive trail all the way to my chest. I could feel his teeth grazing the skin, until he sucked and kissed, driving me crazy.

Unable to control my wanton body, I pushed against him, feeling him hard and ready against my lower abdomen. I felt the restraints coming lose, and with newfound determination, I wrapped my hand around him for the first time.

A lightning fired up my senses at the responsive grunts leaving his lips, as I pumped him once all the way to the base.

My eyes widened as I looked down at my hand, almost frightened at the sight. My fingers barely wrapped around his girth, but it was his length that sent tingles between my legs.

'How?'

Biting my lip, I did it again, getting a better feeling as I moved my hand up and down. It was only when his head fell on my shoulder, that I realized he stopped kissing my chest, his ragged breathing hotter than the water still falling. His fingers pressed into my skin, hard, before his left hand grasped my hand, barely slowing my movements.

"Angel... you don't wanna start something you can't finish," he tried to warn me for the last time, his lips mouthing against my neck's pulse point.

It was an empty warning. None of us wanted to stop right now.

His hand released my neck, wondering down my body, between my legs. His fingers touched softly over my core, through my folds. Ecstasy fired up my senses when he pushed one finger inside me, making me tilt my head back as a helpless whimper escaped my lips.

"I got you, Angel."

I tried to hold in a breath, my lower lip trapped between my teeth, but the current stimulation was mind numbing. I tried to kiss him, keep the moans behind closed lips, but my brain wasn't functioning properly anymore. All I could do was endure the onslaught of pleasure.

His rhythm matched my own, while one became two fingers, making me squeeze harder. He eased a third finger inside me, when a heavy groan left his lips.

"Eri... Fuck, you're so wet."

"Brandon!"

Breathless moans escaped my mouth, as he kissed down my throat, making me long for more. His movements were relentless, until he stopped, making me whine pathetically.

I was about to protest, but the look in his eyes made me gulp instead. He was at wits end himself.

Adrenaline fueled our every move as his strong arms picked me up, holding me safely, lips taking mine.

"Angel..." He breathed out, smashing me hard against the wall. Finally giving in, he ground against me, his rhythm far more controlled than mine.

I couldn't breathe. Everything was too much and not enough.

"Ho voglia di te!" My voice came out as a breathless moan, want and lust clear in my eyes, as he cursed under his breath.

Another grunt left his lips when I tried to match his movements, grinding against his firm shaft trapped between my legs. My head was spinning from how incredible he felt against me; smooth, hard and ready.

So ready!

In seconds I was back on my feet, still holding on to him as he shut off the faucet and wrapped me in a towel. I was too dazed to decipher his actions before he threw me over his shoulder.

"What the-"

Instead of answering my questioning protests, my back hit the bed and he peeled the towel off me.

"What the hell was that for..." the words died in my throat, when he stood in front of me in all his wet naked glory.

Brandon in dark slacks and a crisp-white shirt was hot.

Brandon in sweatpants with his torso on display was like a wet dream.

But right now, he was sin.

I couldn't take my eyes off him.

And as a few scattered water droplets still run down his chest, I whimpered, wanting to chase them away with my lips.

In a couple of steps, he eliminated the space between us, crawling on the bed.

"I'm on my knees for you, Angel."

His hands caressed my thighs in slow tantalizing movements, drawing soothing shapes with his fingers. As they settled under my knees, he pulled me closer, finally settling his body between my legs. He was watching me with a roguish grin on his face, his eyes setting my whole body ablaze, leaving me panting.

"Brandon-"

A sigh left his lips as he started kissing my skin, lips traveling up my knee, between my thighs. He was so close to where I wanted him, but he strayed away, continuing his ascend over my hipbones and tummy.

His lips lingered over my chest, dragging his teeth over one sensitive nipple, sucking and kissing the other, before he continued upwards.

"Is this what you want, Angel?" he breathed against my ear, and I almost lost it.

He attached his lips to mine, his tongue laving at my bottom lip before pushing it inside. He tasted fresh, his hand caressing my cheek, tilting my head in the direction he wanted me.

Each movement of his tongue along my skin was accompanied by his hand, caressing, claiming my trembling body with warm fingers. My breathing came in soft pants, as his lips travelled down the column of my neck. He sucked a new mark over my shoulder, while his hand touched my skin, between my breasts, over my navel, finally resting between my legs.

A spine-tingling sensation took over me as he caressed my folds, making me sigh. It wasn't long before his fingers were lost between my folds, feeling how wet I was for him. He stopped teasing my chest, pinning me with his eyes as he brought a finger to his mouth, tasting me. A moan left my lips at the lewd image in front of me, his lust-filled eyes consuming my senses.

Satisfied himself, he plunged two fingers deep inside me, with slow, methodical movements. Lost in my headspace, my body arched under his, as wave after wave of pleasure overtook me. His fingers knew the way; it wasn't the first time he brought me over the edge.

But it felt different this time.

This time his whole body, every movement, was searching something. Tasting, biting, teasing my whole being with his everything. As another finger was lost inside me, he started teasing my clit with his thump, making me writhe.

"Did I find it, baby?" He sounded pleased with himself, as I gasped under his sweet, sadistic ministrations. "Oh, I think, I did."

He kept abusing that same spot, making my body wither with pleasure. It was like my body didn't belong to me anymore but was part of something larger. Like the afternoon sky after a heavy rain, the clouds dispersing into a thin layer of white and orange and purple, with every wave of satisfaction coursing through me.

I was slowly losing my mind. I knew I wouldn't last for long. So instead of fighting it, I gave in to the sweet torture. Allowing the rubber band inside my core to finally come loose, I moaned his name on his lips.

With trembling legs, I pulled his body closer to my core. Everything felt sensitive, but I didn't want this to end; not when he was so close.

This time he didn't pull back, like he did all those times before.

When he touched me, he keened over my sensitive body, sighs of pleasure leaving his lips as he gave in to the sensation along with me.

He dragged his cock over my wet folds, coating his erection with the juices he coaxed out of me. Each drag of skin against skin made my feverish body ready to combust. He was there, ready to take me, but wanted to hear my consent one last time.

"Tell me what you want, Angel," he husked over my lips, the timber in his voice making me shiver.

He was right there, teasing my entrance, but not yet pushing inside of me.

This was driving me crazy.

"God, I want you," I breathed, trying to find the right words to convey what I truly wanted.

"Ti voglio... più di ogni altra cosa."

That was all he needed, before he started easing inside of me. I was ready for him, but my body wouldn't comply with what I wanted, as a tingle of pain rushed through me.

Brandon was careful, each movement steady. But this game of cat and mouse had gone on for far too long. Deciding it was better to get this first sting of pain over with, rip-off the band-aid, I pushed his pelvis with my legs, getting all of him all the way in, when a loud gasp echoed through the quiet room.

"Fuck..." he cursed under his breath. "Angel, why... would you do that?"

Bewilderment etched on his face, making me realize I was the one who gasped.

"I just thought... it-it'd be better to do this f-fast," I tried to explain as small whimpers left my throat.

"You're fucking crazy... you know that?" he groaned, trying to remain still for a few minutes as he settled his forehead on mine.

The feeling of being completely full was too much, making tears leak from my eyes without my permission.

Brandon kissed the tears away, adjusting himself to hover above me without moving his pelvis too much. His lips kissed my jaw, down the column of my neck, while inked fingers teased my clit in circles leisurely. He took his time, caressing my wet folds, touching the tender skin squeezing him.

"You're so wet, baby. So full... so tight."

Small moans left my lips at his careful touches.

"Look at you, trying to take me all in. You want more, Angel?" His voice darkened as he pulled back a few inches, pushing inside a few more with the slowest movement possible.

My breaths were labored, while I tried to endure the stretch inside me. But his words, his actions, everything he did... Everything felt like electricity, lighting up my nerve-endings.

"So good... You're so good for me."

Brandon King was my sin.

And he knew how to exploit my body to sing to his rhythm.

His intelligent fingers knew where to touch, how to press, to drive me mad. His thrusts inside me, slow and torturous, ignited a stream of pleasure I've never experienced before.

It was too much; the stretch, the pull.

And I wanted more.