Echoes of Wonderland

bad idea! (pt.1)

TRIGGER WARNING - Hot shit about to unravel

Red's POV

My mind is racing at a breakneck speed as I press my lips against Chloe's, the urgency of my emotions pouring out in a fervent kiss. I'm pushing her back against the table, the cold surface pressing against her back as I try to transform every ounce of my raw feelings into lust and desperate desire. Each touch, each caress is meant to convey the depth of my need. I can sense the hesitation in her kiss, a slight resistance in her body that betrays her internal conflict. I need to feel her—every inch of her—pressed close to me. My hands move instinctively to her thighs, attempting to lift her and bring her closer. But before I can fully achieve this, she halts me with a gentle but firm touch.

- Wait, bae. - Chloe says, her voice tinged with concern. Her eyes flutter open, and she places her hands on my chest, creating a barrier between us. - What are you doing?

- Please, Chlo. I need you. I need to feel you, touch you. - I feel a pang of desperation as I respond.

Her gaze is piercing, searching mine for any sign of doubt or hidden feelings I might be trying to mask with this fervent need. But I am resolute; my mind is set on keeping this secret for now, at least until I can find a way to resolve it, to discover some loophole in this stupid spell and anchor.

- Are you sure you want to? - Chloe asks, her voice filled with concern. - I don't want you to feel I'm taking advantage of your vulnerability.

Her worry only deepens my resolve.

- I'm sure. I need to see you shiver as you come undone. - I insist, my voice a mixture of need and urgency.

Chloe studies me closely, her concern evident in her eyes. She seems to find a trace of vulnerability in my gaze, a hint of the conflict that churns beneath the surface.

- If you want to stop, we can stop anytime. - She says softly, her voice carrying a promise of understanding and care.

Her words offer a sliver of solace, a reassurance that she is here for me, regardless of the tangled mess of emotions. With a deep breath and a renewed sense of determination, I lift her up, her legs instinctively wrapping around my waist. I carry her to the couch, our bodies moving together with a sense of urgency and need.

As I lower her onto the cushions, I take a brief moment to admire her. I pull back slightly, allowing myself a fleeting glimpse of her beauty. Chloe responds immediately, tightening her legs around my waist, desperate to close the distance between us. Her eyes have darkened, reflecting a deep, passionate desire. Her heart races, and she licks her lips, her gaze locked onto mine. With a determined move, she wraps her hand around the back of my neck, her nails digging in just enough to make me shiver, while her other hand finds its place at my waist, pulling me closer to her.

I follow her unspoken demands, kissing her with a fervor that suggests this could be our last moment together. I savor every inch of her mouth, every sweet taste. As I trail my kisses down her neck, my hands move to the hem of her shirt. She arches her back, throwing her arms above her head, granting me easy access to remove her shirt. Her skin is soft and warm under my touch, and I take a moment to appreciate the beauty of her bare form.

Her hands quickly return to me, her fingers gripping the collar of my shirt with an urgent need. Without breaking our kiss, I pull off my shirt in one swift motion, tossing it aside. I look down at Chloe, marveling at her perfect, exposed form above me. The sight is almost overwhelming, threatening to push me past the brink of control.

- I love you. - I whisper, my voice filled with a tender, loving gaze.

- I love you so much, Red. - She replies, her voice a mix of passion and devotion.