Darn Stupid Brother You Are by Mairee

Chapter 57

(Angel's POV)

Hendrix's mouth moved down my neck and his breath felt hot and ragged against my skin. I could barely think and barely breathe. Each kiss felt like fire and it scorched me and marked me. I felt my body arch into him, needing more and

desperate for the heat only he could give. He pulled my shirt over my head and his eyes never left mine. For a moment, I felt so exposed and so vulnerable under his gaze. As if we hadn't done this like twice before already. "This is so wrong," I whispered and my voice was barely more than a breath, but even as I said the words, I couldn't stop my hands from moving. I traced the muscles of his chest and pulled him closer. "We can't keep doing this..." "Fuck it," he growled against my skin and his lips found the curve of my shoulder. His hands roamed over my body with a hunger that made my head spin. "I don't care."

I wanted to protest and wanted to tell him to stop, but all that came out was a soft moan. His mouth traveled lower and his tongue traced a path down the center of my chest. His hands slid under my bra and pushed it up and away until I was bare before him. The way he looked at me, like he couldn't get enough and like he'd been starving for me... it made something inside me snap. Every thought and every doubt vanished in an instant.

He took one of my nipples into his mouth and flicked his tongue over the sensitive peak. I gasped and tangled my fingers in his hair, holding him there and needing to feel him, the warmth, the pressure. "Hendrix..." I breathed, and my voice trembled with something I couldn't name, something that terrified me as much as it thrilled me.

He didn't answer or say a word. He just moved and slid his hands down my sides, over my hips, and pushed my skirt down, leaving me trembling and exposed. When his lips reached the soft skin of my belly, my breath hitched and my heart stuttered. I whispered it again, desperate to make him see and understand. "This is wrong... we can't..."

But he shook his head and gripped my hips as he pressed a kiss to the inside of my thigh, his voice rough and almost angry. "I don't care."

down my body, his lips worshiping every inch and every curve. It was overwhelming and dizzying, the way he touched me and made me feel like I was

kissed his way back up and his hands explored and squeezed. When his lips found mine again, there was nothing gentle about it. It was rough and demanding, and I met him with the same intensity and the same desperate need. "We can't stop," he growled against my mouth and his

gasp that escaped me and I couldn't stop my hips from moving, from seeking out more of him, more

demanded and his breath felt hot against my skin as he moved and took everything I offered and demanded even more. "Say you

and I could barely think past the haze of need and desire that clouded my mind. "I... I want you," I finally managed and

I knew there was no going back. There was only this-only him-and the way he made me

she whispered and tugged at my jacket, her lips brushed against

found their way to her waist and I lifted her, pulling her onto my lap, feeling her warmth and her heartbeat against mine. I felt every curve

voice barely more

deeper,

eyes went wide, terrified, as if her soul just returned to her body in the midst of this sin we were indulging in. "No... no, we can't do

I demanded and my voice sounded hoarse and raw with need. "Why

it's fucking wrong," she whispered and her eyes filled with tears.

her warmth and her fear and the undeniable connection that burned between us. "I've told you I don't care," I whispered fiercely, my voice trembling with every ounce of truth I could muster. "I