Darn Stupid Brother You Are by Mairee

Chapter 48

(Angel's POV)

His words and his need tipped me over the edge, and I leaned forward and pressed a kiss against the sensitive skin just below his navel. He shuddered and a low groan escaped his lips, and it was like something snapped inside me. I took him in my hand and let my lips follow the path of my fingers as I began to taste him, moving slowly and tentatively at first. He inhaled sharply and his hands tightened in my hair, and I felt a thrill rush through me at the power I had over him, the way I was unwrapping him piece by piece.

I couldn't help but look up and meet his eyes as I took him deeper, watching as his face twisted in pleasure and his lips parted in a silent gasp. "God," he breathed and his voice was rough and unsteady. "You're... you're fucking incredible." His words energized something inside me and I worked him with more confidence, feeling his body tense and shiver with every movement of my mouth. I lost myself in the moment and in the sounds he made, the way his hips jerked every time my tongue flicked against him.

He pulled me back and I was suddenly on my feet. Hendrix gripped my waist and his lips crashed against mine with an urgency that left me breathless. "I need you," he murmured against my lips and his voice sounded ragged and desperate. "I need all of you." He lifted me up and pressed my back against the cold cracked wall as he fumbled with his shorts and finally freed himself completely. With one hand movement, he did the same for me.

He hesitated and searched my eyes as if asking for permission one last time. I didn't speak. I just nodded and traced my fingers along the line of his jaw, feeling the roughness of his stubble against my skin. "Take me," I whispered, and that was all it took.

He entered me with one hard thrust and my body arched as a gasp tore from my lips while he filled me, stretched me, and claimed me. The world narrowed down to this moment, to the feel of him inside me and the heat of his breath against my skin. "God," he groaned and pressed his forehead against mine. "You feel... you feel like heaven."

His words made me tremble and I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him deeper, needing him to fill every inch of me. His rhythm was slow at first and his movements were controlled, but I felt the restraint slipping and the way his body shook as he fought to hold back. I whispered his name and something snapped inside him. His hips snapped forward and drove into me harder and faster, and I clung to him with my nails digging into his shoulders, needing this, needing him. "Don't stop," I begged, my voice barely more than a breath. "Don't ever stop."

promised and his breath was hot against my skin. "I

jolt of pleasure up my spine. My breath caught and I clung to him like he was the only thing keeping me from falling apart completely. The way he filled me and stretched me was overwhelming and it pushed me closer to that edge. I couldn't help but move against him and meet every thrust with

He answered with another thrust, harder this time, and he hit that perfect spot that made me cry out as my head fell back against the wall. I felt like I was burning from the inside out and every nerve ending was

made my heart stutter in my chest. "I want you to remember this," he whispered and his voice was barely more than a breath. "I want you to remember that I'm the one who makes you feel this way." He rolled his

and the words tumbled out before I could stop them. "I need you, Hendrix... I need all of you." And it was true. In that moment, with his body pressed against mine and his breath hot against my skin, I couldn't imagine needing anyone else. He rewarded me with another deep thrust and his hands tangled in my

us built again, faster and more frantic, and I felt myself careening toward the edge, every nerve strung tight and ready to snap. "I'm close," I breathed and my voice was barely audible. "So close..." Hendrix didn't let up. He drove into me harder and each movement pushed me closer, drawing out the pleasure until it felt

rough and desperate. "I want to feel you

apart in his arms. My body tightened and clenched around him as the orgasm ripped through me, leaving me gasping and trembling and my head spinning. The world faded away and all I could feel was him his heat, his strength, the way

I felt him getting closer, the tension in his body building with every thrust, and it

at me,” he demanded, and I forced my eyes open and met his gaze. There was something intense and almost wild in the way he looked at me, and it sent another rush of heat through me. "You're MY Angel,” he whispered in a hoarse voice. “You'll always be MY Angel." His words sent me spiraling over the edge again, and this time when I came, it was with him. His body shuddered against mine

and for a moment, there was nothing but the sound of our breathing and the feel of his skin

idea how much I needed that," he murmured, and his voice still had that rawness. I turned my head to look at him, and for the first time, I saw it-the vulnerability in his eyes, the way he'd stripped himself bare for

flooded back. "Hendrix," I whispered and pushed against his chest. "We have

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