Echoes of Wonderland

Girls need love

TRIGGER WARNING - Lots and lots of steamy passion.

This will be your only warning, gtfo if you don't like it :) ily

Chloe's POV

Red pushes me into the first room she finds, the door clicking shut behind us. The moment it does, her hands are on me, pushing me back against the cool wood with an urgency that sends a thrill straight through me. My back hits the door with a soft thud, and before I can say a word, her lips are on mine—fierce, demanding, her body pressing against me in a way that makes my heart race.

She pulls back just enough to look at me, her eyes dark and intense, her breath coming in ragged gasps.

- You think you're so funny? - she murmurs, her voice low and rough with desire, as she kisses and bites my neck.

I blink up at her, playing innocent, though we both know I'm anything but.

- What are you talking about? - I ask, my voice feigning confusion, but the smirk tugging at my lips betrays me.

Red growls softly, her grip tightening on my hips, her fingers digging into the fabric of my dress.

- Turning me on like that, in the middle of the dance floor. - she hisses, her breath hot against my ear. - You know exactly what you were doing.

I bite back a smile, trying to keep my expression neutral.

- I was just dancing. - I manage to say, but the teasing lilt in my voice gives me away. - I didn't mean to...

- You didn't mean to? Don't play coy with me. - she snaps, her voice dropping to a dangerous purr. - I felt every little move you made. And now, I'm going to do you exactly what you did to me.

My breath catches at her words, a mix of excitement and nerves swirling in my chest.

- And what is that, exactly? - I ask, trying to keep my voice steady, but it comes out breathless.

But she doesn't respond; instead, her hands reach down to my thighs, lifting me effortlessly off the ground. I gasp, instinctively wrapping my legs around her waist. Her hands are firm, confident, sliding over my curves as she presses me tighter against the door. Every nerve in my body is on fire, aching for her, needing her. But just when I think I might find some relief, she pulls back, leaving me desperate, breathless, and wanting more.

She carries me to the desk in the center of the room, the cool wood beneath me a stark contrast to the heat coursing through my veins as she sets me down with a force that knocks papers and supplies to the floor. I barely notice, too focused on the way her hands are on me, the way her lips find mine in a kiss that is both desperate and demanding.

Red pushes me back slightly, her body between my legs, keeping me spread open and vulnerable. Her eyes are filled with a hunger that matches my own, and when she leans in to capture my lips again, it is with a ferocity that takes my breath away. Her kiss is possessive, claiming, her tongue sweeping into my mouth with a dominance that makes my head spin. One of her hands moves to cup my jaw, angling my head back as she deepens the kiss, her other hand sliding up my thigh, teasing, torturing. But just as she is about to touch me where I want, her hand moves away, back up to my waist, her fingers tracing the curve of my hip instead. That only makes the ache between my legs grow stronger; it is maddening, the way she keeps me on the edge, so close but never quite enough.

- Red, please. - I beg, my voice a breathless whisper. - I need you. I can't wait any longer.

Red's eyes lock onto mine, dark and filled with a fierce determination that makes my heart race.