My Stepbrother, My Enemy {BL}-Chapter 205: These Sinful, Selfish Desires

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My brain totally short-circuited. I swear I could hear the little hamster wheel in my head just screech to a stop and fall right off its axle.

Every alarm bell that should’ve been blaring...Step-siblings! Wrong! Boundaries! Guest room in a stranger’s house! Your mom’s best friend’s place! The dead mom’s best friend’s house!

They all went suspiciously quiet, as if they all decided to take a smoke break at the worst possible time.

Adrien’s thumb brushed against my lower lip, his face just inches from mine in the dim light, his eyes searching for any hint that I wanted to pull back. His voice dropped to the softest whisper, rough around the edges with restraint.

"Tell me to stop, Noah."

And I really should have. I mean, I really, really should have. That would have been the responsible, sane choice...the one that wouldn’t land me in hell.

But then the truth hit me like a rogue pillow to the face: there was no spell or dark magic here. It was just me finally admitting that I didn’t want him to stop. I was tired of running from that rush in my chest every time he looked at me too long.

I was done pretending the butterflies in my stomach were just indigestion. I was over being the coward choosing safe over what I actually wanted.

I wanted him to kiss me. Everywhere. In ways that I’d only imagined while pretending to read my fantasy romance novels.

So, instead of saying the sensible "stop," a tiny, traitorous smile crept onto my lips.

"...Do it," I whispered back.

Adrien didn’t need any more prompts.

He closed the small gap between us in one smooth movement, his lips finding mine with a certainty that took away whatever breath I had left. The kiss began soft, almost tentative as if he was giving me one last chance to change my mind.

His mouth was warm, tasting faintly of the mint toothpaste Rachel kept in the bathroom, and the gentle pressure sent little sparks dancing across my skin.

Without even thinking, I kissed him back, my hand sliding from his cheek to the back of his neck, fingers tangling in the damp ends of his hair. That seemed to flip a switch. The careful restraint melted away, and the kiss deepened...hungrier, more urgent.

His lips parted against mine, and when I followed his lead, the tip of his tongue brushed mine in a slow, deliberate stroke that made my toes curl under the blankets.

A soft sound escaped me, a half sigh, half whimper and Adrien responded with a low hum that sent vibrations across my mouth. His hand left mine to cradle my jaw, his thumb stroking along my cheekbone as he tilted my head just right, fitting us together perfectly.

The kiss turned languid, exploratory tongues swirling, tasting, learning each other like we had all the time in the world and no reasons left to hold back.

My other hand found its way to his chest, palm pressing over the steady beat of his heart through the thin cotton of his T-shirt. He moved closer, the mattress dipping beneath us, until there was hardly any space left, just warm bodies, shared breaths, and the rustle of quilts as we moved together.

His hand drifted from my jaw down my neck in a slow, reverent manner, slipping beneath the hem of my borrowed shirt, fingertips grazing my bare waist.

The first touch of his hand on my skin was electric, his warm palm gliding over the curve of my hip, tracing my waist, his thumb brushing just below my ribcage. I shivered, but not from the cold, and he pulled back just the tiniest bit, his lips still hovering over mine.

"Okay?" he whispered, his voice husky, his eyes dark even in the shadows.

I answered by pulling him back in, kissing him harder, my hands daring under the hem of his shirt to feel the smooth warmth of his back. He groaned softly into my mouth, a sound that went straight through me and his hand spread wider, fingers splaying across my lower back, pulling me against him.

We kissed like we were making up for every almost, every glance, every time we’d pretended this wasn’t what we really wanted. Slow, then deep, then slow again...tongues tangling, breaths mixing, hearts racing in sync.

Outside, the storm kept raging, wind howling as if it approved.

Inside, under a mountain of borrowed blankets in a tiny guest room that smelled like lavender and old wood, I finally stopped running.

And it felt like the most genuine thing I’d done in months.

Adrien shifted above me, moving with a slow, deliberate grace that made my heart race all over again. One moment we were lying together, wrapped up in blankets and secrets; the next, he gently rolled us until he was hovering over me, his arms braced on either side of my head, caging me in the most intoxicating way possible.

The quilts slipped from his shoulders, and he was framed against the faint light peeking under the door. The look he gave me was intense yet impossibly soft, like I was something precious and forbidden, completely clearing my mind.

There was no space left for rational thought. No frantic reminders about step-siblings, complications, or what tomorrow might bring, just him. The warmth radiating from his body, the way his damp hair fell across his forehead, the steady rise and fall of his chest, just inches from mine.

I felt more turned on than I ever thought possible...every nerve ending alive, heat pooling low in my stomach, my breath quick and shallow.

This was wrong. This was incredible. This was everything I’d been pretending I didn’t want.

He lowered his head slowly, giving me every chance to push him away, but I didn’t. His lips brushed the sensitive skin just below my ear first, a feather-light touch that sent a helpless shiver through me.

Then he moved lower, pressing soft kisses along my neck, tasting and exploring, each one sending sparks skimming across my skin. When he reached the spot where my neck met my shoulder, he lingered, his lips parting to trace gentle patterns with his tongue.

A soft protest rose in my throat...not because I wanted him to stop, but because a tiny, responsible part of me remembered where we were.

𝔞𝔲𝔱𝔥𝔬𝔯’𝔰 𝔯𝔞𝔪𝔟𝔩𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰

been meaning to ask...why is Adrien, the ml more popular than Noah, the literal mc–in the popularity thingy😭 am I doing something wrong??