Darn Stupid Brother You Are

(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."

And then he was everywhere. His mouth, his hands, his body pressed against mine, claiming me, ravaging me, and I felt myself coming undone. Every wall and every barrier crumbled as he kissed a path 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 the only thing that mattered, the only thing that had ever mattered.

He 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 voice sounded low, almost a snarl. "I won't stop."

I felt his hands slide between my legs and his touch sent a jolt through me. I couldn't hold back the gasp that escaped me and I couldn't stop my hips from moving, from seeking out more of him, more of the heat and the pressure and the pleasure. "Hendrix... please..."

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

I could barely form the words and I could barely think past the haze of need and desire that clouded my mind. "I... I want you," I finally managed and my voice sounded broken and desperate. "God, I want you."

Then he kissed me again, harder and fiercer, his hands tangled in my hair and his body pressed against mine. I knew there was no going back. There was only this-only him-and the way he made me feel like I was burning alive. "Angel," I groaned against her mouth. "I... I can't "

"Don't talk," she whispered and tugged at my jacket, her lips brushed against my jaw. "Just... don't talk."

My hands 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 and every shiver, and it drove me insane.

"I want you," I rasped, my voice barely more than a growl. "So damn much."

And then, just as we were about to go deeper, she pushed me and pulled back, dressing herself back up.

Her 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 this again. We can't-"

"Why?" I demanded and my voice sounded hoarse and raw with need. "Why can't we?"

"Because it's fucking wrong," she whispered and her eyes filled with tears. "Because you're my brother."

For a moment, I couldn't breathe. The words were damning. But then, I shook my head and grabbed her closer to me, pressing my forehead against hers. I felt 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 don't care if it's wrong. I just want you."

She trembled and her fingers traced the line of my jaw, her voice barely more than a breath. "Hendrix, this is fucking crazy."

"I know," I murmured and brushed my lips against hers, tasting the salt of her tears. "But all I know is that it's you-my Angel-that I need. And if you're my stepsister, then that's just a sidenote."

And in that moment, just that moment, it felt like maybe, against all odds, that truth could be enough.

I didn't know I was so wrong.