Echoes of Wonderland

All the good girls go to hell

TRIGGER WARNING - If you don't like steamy shit you better leave.

Chloe's POV

There's a charged silence between us, the air thick with unspoken feelings. And then, without another word, Red's lips crash against mine, desperate and urgent. The kiss is filled with everything we've been holding back—fear, love, relief. It's like we're pouring all of our emotions into each other, letting go of everything else. I kiss her back with just as much intensity, my hands tangling in her hair, pulling her closer. The world outside our dorm room fades away, leaving only the two of us, wrapped up in each other.

The kiss deepens, becoming more passionate, more fervent. It's like we're trying to make up for all the time we lost, all the words we didn't say. As we break apart, gasping for breath, the intensity between us only grows. Red's eyes are dark with desire, her gaze locked on mine, and I can feel the heat radiating off her body.

- I love you too, Red. - I whisper, my voice thick with emotion and something deeper, more primal. - So much.

Red's lips curve into a wicked smile, her hands sliding down to my waist, pulling me closer until there's no space left between us.

- You have no idea how much I want you, Chloe. - She murmurs, her voice low and husky, sending shivers down my spine.

Her words ignite something inside me, a fire that's been simmering all this time, now blazing out of control.

- Then lock the door and show me. - I challenge, my own voice breathless with anticipation.

Red doesn't need any more encouragement. She runs to the door and locks it fast, and I'm back pressed against her body in no time. Her hands roam over my body, every touch setting my skin on fire. She leans in, her lips brushing against my ear as she whispers.

- You're all I could think about, even during the fight. I wanted to tear them apart for hurting you, for touching what's mine.

Her possessiveness only turns me on more, and I let out a soft moan as she kisses along my jawline, her lips hot and demanding.

- I'm yours, - I breathe out, my fingers digging into her back, urging her closer. - Only yours.

Before I know it, we're moving toward the bed. Red's hands are on me, guiding me, and I can't help but respond to the urgency in her touch. We stumble together, our bodies tangled, and then we fall onto the bed with a mix of heated passion and something gentler, something softer that speaks to the deep love we share.

The mattress gives way beneath us as she positions herself on top of me, but we don't slow down. Red's lips find mine again, and I can feel the desperation in her kiss, the way her hands move over my body with a kind of wild urgency. It's as if she's afraid that if she lets go, even for a second, I might disappear.

But beneath the rush, there's something else too—a gentleness, a sweetness that tugs at my heart. Red's hands are on my waist, though firm, are also tender, caressing my skin as if I'm the most precious thing she's ever held. She's torn between the rage of losing me and the relief of having me back, and it makes every touch, every kiss, even more meaningful.

We're caught in this beautiful, chaotic dance of desire and love, our bodies moving together with a rhythm that feels both urgent and slow, wild and gentle. Her lips trail down my neck, and I can't hold back the soft moan that escapes me. Everything about this moment feels heightened, every sensation more intense because it's Red. It's always been Red. My fingers tangle in her hair, pulling her even closer, wanting to feel her everywhere.

The air between us is electric, charged with a need that's impossible to ignore. Red's hands slip under my shirt, her fingers tracing the curves of my body with a familiarity that makes my heart race. I arch into her touch, craving more, needing more.