Rain's POV:
The red pulp trickles down my neck, sliding between my tits in slow, sticky lines. The cold air kisses it, makes it almost shockingly vivid against my heated skin.
Danny's tongue follows immediately, flattening against me as he scoops it up, licking it off with deliberate patience, sucking at my skin like he wants to take the taste of me with it.
Steam rises off the pool in soft curls, drifting into the Alpine air. Somewhere beyond the stone and glass, the mountains loom like silent witnesses.
The wind moves through the pines in long, low breaths. Everything out here feels too open, too exposed, like the world is watching even though we're alone.
He doesn't look away from me as he licks the last streak clean.
Then he speaks, voice quiet enough that I have to lean into it.
"Tell me, Rain," he murmurs.
"Does it make you mad?"
His lips graze the sensitive spot beneath my jaw as he talks, like he's soothing me while he cuts me open.
