Relentless Love (sequel)

Chapter 25- You told me so.

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Sailor Song - Gigi Perez

Red swiftly sits up, her hands invading Layla's waist, thrusting her closer and Layla pulls away breathless by the act, her hand in her hair, flipping it as she seductively eyes Red,

"Come here," Red demands through a plea, her head slightly leaning upwards to Layla, as though in a hallucinated state, so utterly possessed by her.

Layla sloppily smiles, her hand resting against Red's cheeks as one of Red's begins to wrap around her neck, her grip slowly getting tighter,

"You're so fucking perfect." Red hotly mutters, as she draws Layla in by her neck, Layla's eyebrows weakly narrowing at the gesture and just how much her hand placement is making her stomach flutter and ultimately collapse.

Red slowly licks Layla's lips, their eyes shut before Red pecks her, "So fucking sexy." Red pulls away slightly, peeling her eyes open to find Layla with an edged expression drawn over her, giving in to Red.

She leans in to kiss her again, a bit more aggressively, "So irresistible." Red breathes, alcohol and Layla pleasurably whimpers, slightly readjusting herself before Red holds her by the hip with her other hand,

"What do you want, darling?" Red asks and Layla's breaths increase, her chest expanding near the hypnotised Red.

This is what strikes Layla to have that moment when the alcohol is seeping out and you're not replacing it with any substance and you realise you need another drink because how the fuck did you get here like this right now and why does it feel so good?

But this defeats all of it, everything Layla knew would happen, she's going against, and that could ruin everything.

"The rules." Layla mumbles, her lips hovering over Red's who's returning a strong stare, a lustful one, her eyes hungry for her.

"Fuck them." Red softly says, her eyes flicking to Layla's lips before capturing them again, though this time it's harsher, hotter warmer, screaming don't regret this, please.

Layla struggles to, but manages to pull away, her breath heavy when she speaks, "The rules were to make sure this runs smoothly, this can make things awkward." Red pauses immediately, both of her hands coming off of Layla.

Layla wants to bring Red's hands up against her again as the cold January air finally begins to register, "This was supposed to be a little nostalgic trip.. We can't do this." Layla explains, her breath hitching.

Red smirks at the remark she's thought to say, "Well, isn't this nostalgic, Layla?" Red chuckles, as though trying to feign casualty when really she's so utterly disappointed.

Layla snaps to Red, "Red, stop joking." Layla strictly demands, despite even finding herself attempting to withhold her own laughter at her words and just how true they are. God, we've been here a night and we're already all over each other.

Red gulps, her eyebrows knitting together as confusion rules her face, "Well, you don't want to kiss me but you're cradling me– which don't get me wrong I love it but isn't that against the rules?"