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."

breath was hot against my skin.

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 the same urgency he had. He was everywhere his hands gripped my hips, his mouth trailed hot desperate kisses along my neck, and his breath was ragged

gasped and my nails dug into his shoulders because I needed something to hold onto and I needed him to keep me grounded. 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

his forehead against mine while he stared into my eyes. There was something in his gaze-something raw and unguarded that 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

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

I breathed and my voice was barely

his voice sounded rough and desperate. "I want to feel you come around

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 his body moved against mine. He kept thrusting and rode me through it until I was nothing but a quivering, breathless mess in

made me dizzy. His own breathing sounded ragged and strained. I felt him getting closer, the tension in his body building with every thrust, and it was like I was caught in a storm, unable to do

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 as he finally let go, and a low, broken groan escaped his lips

still trembling, and for a moment, there was

against my shoulder, soft and almost reverent. "You have no 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 me just as much as I had for him. And it scared me

echoed and my heart skipped a beat as panic flooded back. "Hendrix," I whispered and pushed against his chest. "We have to

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