Falling for my Enemy's Brother-Chapter 69: Edge of Surrender

He said her name like it hurt. Like it had been sitting in his throat for too long.

She felt herself folding into the moment, helpless against the ache swelling in her chest. She wasn’t ready for this, not tonight, but something in her already belonged to him the minute he walked through the door.

He reached for her, his hand slowly wrapped around her wrist, loosely, giving her the chance to run away from it all. But she didn’t. Couldn’t.

Slowly, she took a step toward him, then another...each one pulling them closer to the edge they shouldn’t cross. Her breath uneven, pulses humming with a quiet fire beneath her skin.

He placed his hand on her waist, slowly, like he wasn’t sure if he had the right. She shivered at the contact, the heat of his skin sending a sudden spark through her—but she didn’t pull away.

Then, in one confident motion, he pulled her closer, firm and deliberate, his hand guiding her body into his until there was no space left between them.

Their foreheads met, a quiet press, like they were both leaning into something they’d been aching for.

She could’ve stepped back. Could’ve pulled away. Could’ve said something, anything to break the spell.

But she didn’t.

And neither did he.

It felt like standing on the edge of something tender and irreversible. freёnovelkiss.com

When his forehead leaned deeper into hers, she let her eyes fall shut. Their breaths tangled and trembled, as he took her lips into his, one slow...aching breath at a time, savoring each second like it might be their last.

His hand slid up her back, fingers splaying like he needed to memorize the shape of her. She moved closer, barely thinking, only feeling—as her fingers curled into his shirt, clinging to the only thing that made sense in that moment.

The kiss deepened, not rushed, but hungry in a way that felt new. Like they’d waited too long, thought too much, and now nothing could stop it.

His lips lingered at the corner of her mouth before trailing soft, deliberate kisses along her jaw, like he was learning her by heart.

"Craig..."

She exhaled his name, quiet but full...like she was feeling too much and couldn’t hold it in anymore. He paused, forehead still resting against hers, both of them breathing hard, hearts hammering in sync.

Their eyes met, that slow, heavy look — the kind where they weren’t just staring, but taking each other in, top to bottom, like they needed confirmation this was real. Like a pause between heartbeats.

She reached for him, both hands trembling just enough to give her away, and cradled his face, pulling him back in like she couldn’t bear the space between them.

Their mouths found each other again, deeper this time — no hesitation, no second thoughts, just need.

Her knees nearly buckled. It was like the floor had given out beneath her, and the only thing anchoring her was Craig—his presence, his touch, his breath, all wrapped around her like a spell she had no defense against.

He noticed.

Gently, his body pressed into hers, guiding them both backward until the back of her legs bumped into her study chair. Without breaking the kiss, he reached behind her, sliding the chair away so it wouldn’t interrupt them, and then, with a kind of deliberate care, he lifted her onto the desk.

She gasped softly into his mouth as he stepped between her parted legs, settling there like he belonged, his lips never left hers. Not for a second.

His hand slid from her arm down to her fingers, slow and certain, before she pulled him into a hug — not soft, but desperate, like she needed him closer.

Fingers drifting down to her thigh, he caressed it carefully before guiding her legs around his waist. The way he moved, confident, hungry, aching—sent a pulse of desire through her so intense it left her breathless.

And then his fingers threaded through her hair, tilting her head back just slightly as his mouth began a new path down the column of her neck, to the delicate skin of her shoulder. Her body arched instinctively, her hands clinging to his arms, his shirt—anything that would ground her.

He slipped his hand under her shirt, fingertips brushing her bare skin, and she felt like she might combust from the heat of his touch. A sharp breath escaped her lips, followed by a soft moan, and he swallowed every sound she made, kissing her like he couldn’t get enough.

She shuddered when he cupped the curve of her chest, the thin lace of her bralette was no barrier to the way his touch made her tremble. Her moans grew louder now, muffled only by the way her face buried itself against his shoulder.

He teased her, stroking her hard, aching tips through the lace, and it sent sparks shooting through her.

Her hands moved on their own, gripping his face, pulling him back up to her mouth. She kissed him, desperately, hungrily. He kissed her back with just as much urgency, his hands never leaving her body, alternating between stroking and cupping her like he couldn’t decide which part of her he wanted to worship more.

She was already soaked. Her entire body was pulsing with need.

Craig pressed himself against her, leaning her back slightly onto the desk. She shifted to make room, but something hard jabbed into her lower back.

She broke the kiss with a small noise of protest, trying to reach behind to remove whatever it was. But he noticed, and when he realized what she was doing, he didn’t let her go.

They both reached back blindly, hands tangled, until they grabbed the offending object together and tossed it to the floor in unison. A book? A lamp? Neither of them looked. Neither of them cared.

He pulled her closer by the waist, lips sealing onto hers again as if the world had shrunk to just them, like nothing else existed. Then—

Crash.

A sharp, violent shatter tore through the quiet, slicing through the air and reverberating off the walls. The spell between them broke, the sudden sound ripping them apart.

She froze.

Pulled back.

"What was that?" she whispered, breathless, heart racing, not just from arousal anymore, but also from shock.