Page 91 of Redd

“I need to hear you say it.” Struggling to keep my composure, I stared into her eyes, waiting for her to say the only two words that mattered.

“I promise.”

Lifting her hand, I kissed the back of her palm. “That's all I needed to hear.” My lips kept stealing her skin, kiss after kiss.

She tasted and felt like heaven against my mouth. Sweet and luscious, soft and hot, all I wanted was more.

I didn't want to think about what I was doing the next day. Every inch of my body was tight and uneasy, unsure of how my meeting would go with her father. Deep down I knew it was a huge risk, and that risk could kill me.

The thought of leaving my sister to fend for herself, the mere idea of it broke my heart. Bijou had her family to hold her up, she had shoulders to cry on and arms to comfort her.

Without me, my sister had no one.

“Redd, don't think like that. You can't, it's going to kill you.”

“It's not just her, Bijou, it's you too.” I couldn't bare to think about my life without this woman. And now I had to face the harsh reality.

I was walking into a lion's den, and I didn't know if I'd be walking back out.

“Stop—”

“Shh,” I said, my voice made of nothing but oxygen as I stopped her from talking with a forceful kiss.

Her body bowed into my chest, lips accepting and delivering with equal passion. I didn't want to discuss it anymore. She unfurled me, leaving me bare, leaving me open and exposed to feelings that had no place in my world.

I had tried to resist them, and now I couldn't live without them.

Bijou would be safe, I was going to make sure nothing would ever hurt her again. But that left uncertainty, it shed light on the idea that I might not come back. The chance was there, the risk more than just a thin sliver in a pie chart.

This could be our last night together. . .The thought tore my insides up, it carved my heart and left me wounded.

Capturing her jaw, my tongue traced her bottom lip, teeth nibbling and plucking the skin. Exhaling, Bijou purred as her lashes swept up with a blink.

Our eyes met, holding and steadying in a locked trance. She knew it too, it was all there; the fear, the pain, the need and determination, it rested behind the glassy surface.

Her eyes started to fill up, tears balancing on the thin edge of her lids. The glass was about to crack, giving way to a torrent of water that I couldn't bear to see her shed.

With firm hands, I drove them into her hair, raking her scalp. I let my eyes talk to her, my voice a forgotten talent I didn't even want to use. There were no words left to speak, nothing I could tell her would be good enough.

I needed her to feel me, to know that I would do anything for her. Her hands came up and wrapped around my wrists, eyes flicking back and forth searching for something she could control.

Bijou couldn't control what would happen to me, she couldn't control what I would do or how this would end.

Scratching her scalp, I pressed my forehead to hers. Our lips brushed, igniting and surrendering to each other.

Jerking her body around, she slipped her hands down my arms and around my neck, keeping us trapped together. Tongues licked and flicked, dancing and swirling. Hips rolled and rocked, releasing a savagery between us.

We were no longer just two people, we were two souls combining, two lives wrapping around each other in one final moment.

Tearing at her shirt, I lifted it over her head. Her nipples stiffened into hard pebbles as goosebumps broke over her skin. Gripping her ribs, I pushed my swelling cock against her pussy and growled.

This won't be the last time.

I won't let it be the last time.

The tips of my fingers dug into her sides as I drove my mouth onto her neck, forcing her head to fall back. Bijou moaned, eyes snapping shut as her back arched into my chest. Her moan grew louder as I bit her throat and blew hot air across the surface.

Fucking music to my ears.