The rain came down in thick, heavy drops, soaking Lily's thin dress as she rushed down the quiet street. She hadn't expected the storm, and now she was completely drenched, her clothes clinging to every curve.Then she saw him.A lone figure standing under the awning of a closed café, watching her with dark, smoldering eyes. Tall, broad-shouldered, his wet shirt clung to his body, outlining every muscle. The way he looked at her sent a slow heat unfurling in her belly."You look like you could use some shelter," he said, his voice deep, smooth like whiskey.Lily hesitated—just for a moment—before stepping under the awning. The rain still dripped from her skin, her breaths coming fast. He reached out, fingers grazing her bare shoulder, his touch electric."You're shivering," he murmured, stepping closer.She should have pulled away. But the warmth of his body, the way his scent—woodsy, masculine—wrapped around her, made her stay.His fingers traced down her arm, slow and deliberate. She tilted her face up to his, their breath mingling in the damp air.Then, his lips claimed hers.It was a slow, teasing kiss at first, his tongue brushing against hers, coaxing, demanding. His hands slid down her back, pulling her against the solid heat of him. The damp fabric between them was useless now—her body burned for more.He pressed her against the café wall, lips trailing down her neck, tasting the rain on her skin. His hands explored every inch of her, possessive and unrelenting.Lily moaned, fingers tangling in his wet hair, pulling him closer, deeper, lost in the storm that raged between them.The world around them faded—the rain, the city, everything. There was only this moment, this heat, this stranger who felt like fate.

Lily's breath came in soft, trembling gasps as his hands roamed her body, exploring, discovering. The rain still dripped from her skin, mingling with the heat radiating between them.

His lips traveled lower, tracing a slow path down the curve of her neck, his teeth grazing her skin just enough to make her whimper. He pressed his body against hers, and she could feel the hard, undeniable evidence of his desire.

Her fingers slid under his soaked shirt, palms skimming over his chiseled chest. His muscles tensed under her touch, a low growl escaping his throat.

"You're driving me crazy," he murmured against her skin, his voice thick with hunger.

Lily tilted her head back, giving in to the sensations as his hands slid down, gripping her hips, pulling her closer. His mouth claimed hers again—hot, deep, and demanding.

The rain poured around them, but neither of them cared. All that mattered was this moment, this overwhelming heat that consumed them.

His fingers found the hem of her dress, slipping beneath it, teasing along the sensitive skin of her thighs. She gasped, nails digging into his back, pressing herself against him.

"Tell me to stop," he whispered, his breath hot against her ear.

But she didn't. Instead, she pulled him closer, lips brushing against his as she whispered back, "Don't stop."

His control snapped.

With a groan, he lifted her, pressing her against the cool, rain-slicked wall. Her legs wrapped around his waist, her body arching into him, desperate for more.

Their bodies moved in sync, their breaths mingling, the rhythm of the storm matching the rising intensity between them. It was wild, unrestrained—two strangers lost in passion, in need.

The night stretched on, the city forgotten, as they surrendered completely to the fire burning between them.

Lily's breath hitched as he pinned her against the wall, his hands gripping her thighs, fingers pressing into her damp skin. His lips trailed fire along her neck, his tongue teasing, tasting the raindrops that clung to her.

Her body burned under his touch, her dress bunched up around her waist as he slid a firm hand up her thigh, his fingers teasing dangerously close to where she ached for him most.

"Do you have any idea what you do to me?" he murmured against her ear, his voice thick with need.

Her fingers tangled in his wet hair, pulling his mouth back to hers. Their kiss deepened, tongues tangling, breaths mingling. She could feel the hardness of him pressing between her thighs, sending a surge of heat through her core.

The storm raged around them, but inside this moment, nothing else existed.

His hands moved with agonizing slowness, teasing the lace of her underwear, his fingers slipping just beneath the fabric. She gasped, her body arching into him, silently begging for more.

He groaned at her response, his restraint unraveling. With one swift motion, he lifted her higher, pressing his body flush against hers. The heat between them was unbearable, their damp clothes a frustrating barrier between what they both desperately needed.

His fingers slid deeper, exploring, teasing, coaxing desperate moans from her lips. Lily clung to him, lost in the sensation, the slow, torturous rhythm that had her trembling.

Her body tightened around him, her breaths coming in ragged gasps, her nails digging into his shoulders. She was close, teetering on the edge, and he knew it.

"Let go," he whispered, his voice dark and commanding.

And she did.

Her body shuddered, pleasure washing over her in waves as he held her through it, his lips capturing her cries, swallowing every sound of her surrender.

As the rain poured down, their bodies pressed together in the dim light of the alley, she knew this moment would be etched into her forever.

Lily's body trembled, her breath still uneven as the last waves of pleasure rippled through her. He held her against him, his forehead resting against hers, their chests rising and falling in sync. The rain still poured around them, but neither of them noticed—wrapped in the heat of their own storm.

Liam's hands traced slow, lingering patterns along her thighs, his touch reverent yet filled with hunger. His dark eyes locked onto hers, searching.

"This isn't enough," he murmured against her lips, his voice rough, edged with pure need.

She knew exactly what he meant. She felt it in the way his body pressed against hers, in the way his fingers tightened ever so slightly on her hips, as if he was barely restraining himself.

Her hands slid down, undoing the last buttons of his soaked shirt, pushing the fabric from his shoulders. She wanted to feel him—every inch of him. His skin was warm beneath her fingertips, hard muscle beneath soft, damp flesh.

He let out a shaky breath as she traced the ridges of his abs, her touch teasing, slow. But patience wasn't something either of them had left.

In one swift motion, he lifted her again, carrying her through the rain until he found a door—a quiet, hidden entryway. With a flick of his wrist, he pushed it open and stepped inside, the dimly lit space offering just enough privacy for what they both knew was coming.

The moment the door clicked shut, he pressed her against it, his lips crashing into hers with a renewed hunger. There was no hesitation now—just raw, unfiltered desire.

His hands slid up her thighs, lifting her dress higher, until it was nothing but a forgotten piece of fabric between them. She gasped as he pushed against her, teasing, taunting, his hardness pressing against her most sensitive spot.

Her fingers worked quickly, undoing his belt, pushing his jeans down just enough. The anticipation was unbearable, the need between them a palpable force.

"Liam," she breathed, her voice desperate, pleading.

That was all it took.

With one slow, deliberate thrust, he filled her completely, drawing a sharp cry from her lips. He stilled for a moment, savoring the feel of her wrapped around him, his forehead pressing against hers.

"God, you feel incredible," he groaned, his hands gripping her hips as he began to move.

The rhythm started slow—deep, torturous strokes that had her gasping, clutching onto him for dear life. But as the pleasure built, the pace quickened, the raw intensity of their need taking over.

Lily's moans filled the small space, mingling with the sound of the rain still falling outside. Every thrust sent her spiraling higher, every touch igniting her skin like fire.

Their bodies moved in perfect sync, desperate, relentless. The tension coiled tight inside her again, and she knew she was close, teetering on the edge.

"Come for me," Liam growled against her neck, his voice thick with possession.

And with one final thrust, she shattered, pleasure crashing over her like a tidal wave. He followed seconds later, his grip tightening, a deep groan escaping his lips as he found his own release.

For a moment, they stayed like that—breathless, tangled, utterly spent.

Liam finally lifted his head, brushing a damp strand of hair from her face, a lazy smirk playing on his lips. "I don't even know your last name."

Lily laughed softly, pressing a lingering kiss to his lips. "Does it matter?"

Maybe it did. Maybe it didn't.

All they knew was that tonight, in the middle of a storm, they had found something neither of them would ever forget.