Chapter 22
TWENTY-TWO
“Oh, ’tis love, ’tis love, that makes the world go round!”
—Alice, Alice in Wonderland
Alice is quite the loud character when she’s asleep. Who would have thought her snores could wake the dead? She’s also a farter—and a drooler. However, I would sooner chew off my tongue rather than embarrass her by disclosing these endearing nocturnal quirks.
At this very moment, she’s sprawled across the king-sized bed, her little body taking up all the space.
She’s sideways, lying on her back, with one arm thrown over her face.
Her other arm is stretched wide and her legs are conveniently spread open.
I’m perched precariously on the edge of the mattress, desperately clinging to dear life.
For someone so damn tiny, she certainly knows how to take up a lot of territory.
Not that I’m complaining, because I’m not.
At all.
Waking up to Alice Knightly is my own personal heaven.
But I’m no saint, and with the blanket rucked down at her waist and her shirt bunched under her breasts, I have blessed unfettered access to her luscious little body.
When I trace my fingers along her abdomen, I watch, fascinated, as the muscles jump at my touch.
I flick my gaze to her face. She’s still asleep.
Perfect. Her being a sound sleeper allows me plenty of time to play.
And oh, how I do love to play with her.
I walk my fingers higher, teasing the plump underside of her smooth breasts, relishing the whispered sigh that escapes her. Bolder, I stroke even higher, my cock hard as stone when she arches her back in a silent demand for more.
Who am I to deny her?
I slip my entire hand under her shirt and cup her soft breast, massaging my palm against her fevered flesh. Catch her nipple between my fingers and give it a sharp pinch. At her moan, I squeeze harder. And when I give it a gentle tug, she rasps out a breath and opens her eyes.
Those brilliant blue eyes.
My God, she’s so fucking lovely first thing in the morning.
“Maddox,” Alice exhales on a sleepy sigh, her legs sliding closed.
“Good morning, Malice.”
“What are you doing?”
“Figured that’s obvious.” I flick her left nipple roughly, which pulls a delightful moan from her.
“That feels nice,” she admits as she presses into my touch.
“I know.” My grin is pure evil when I ask, “Want more?”
“Yes,” she rasps. “Oh, God, Maddox, yes.”
My gaze remains locked on her flushed face as I bare her gorgeous breast. I watch her face, studying every nuance of her expression as I torment her pebbled pink nipples.
Her eyes widen at the shock of pain when I pull on them.
Then they blaze with passion when I roll them between my fingers.
The cutest frown settles across her brow when I give them a firm but playful pinch.
But what she doesn’t do is stop me. No, she arches up for more.
Whimpers when I suck them into my mouth.
Moans my name when I slide my hand up her thigh.
And when I glide my fingers through her drenched pussy, she parts her legs, and I slide my hand between her thighs. “Just like that, sweetheart. Keep them open for me just like that.”
I sink two fingers inside her, deep, pumping them in and out because I can. Because she’s mine. Because Alice Knightly belongs to me and I’m hers, and now that we’re together, I’m never letting her go.
I’ll take nothing less than everything of her and give her nothing less than everything I am.
She lifts her hips for more when I withdraw my finger. “Do that again, Maddox, please.”
My girl begs beautifully, and who am I to deny her?
I plunge back in, finger-fucking her until she soaks my hand.
Until she’s writhing on the mattress, whimpering my name.
Her cries send a rush of blood straight to the tip of my dick.
A painful pressure builds in my balls, blood filling my dick, stretching the skin, and pulling at the glans ampallang piercing.
I slap her hands away. “Lie back,” I command her.
“Maddox, no,” she hisses. “We’ll make us late.”
“Like I give a fuck.” I’ve waited my entire life to have this woman in my bed.
To wake up with her in my arms. I’m damn well savoring the moment.
But Alice hesitates, chewing on the inside of her cheek as she glances at the clock.
“You forfeited the chance to tell me no when you agreed to sleep in my bed.” I yank her legs even wider, forcing a yelp from her.
“Now, be a good girl and let me eat you.”
“Jesus, Maddox,” she rasps. “The way you put things sometimes.”
But she flops down onto her back, with her head landing on the pillow.
She fists the blanket as I stretch out and settle between her legs.
I breathe in her intoxicating aroma, with everything about this woman addicting.
I’ve been obsessed with her since I was a kid, and when I glide my finger over her, my hand shakes as if I’m touching her for the first time all over again.
I tease her clit, flicking it, rubbing it, circling the drenched nub.
And when I finally drive in for a taste, I am a starving man.
Thirsting. I devour her. Each whimper, every rasping moan I pull from her, feeds the place inside me that belongs to her.
That was made for her—my magnificent Malice.
I lick her from slit to crack. Fuck her cunt with my tongue.
Suck on her clit. Nip at it and smile against her pussy when her thighs clasp my head.
Her body tenses, the muscles locking when her climax hits.
I drive a finger in her, slow and deep, and she digs one hand in my hair, tugging on it—hard.
The sting from the strands pulling on my scalp causes precum to seep from the tip of my dick.
She curls her other hand around my biceps, her nails biting into my flesh.
She huffs out my name, drags in a sharp breath before exhaling on a strangled breath.
Eventually, she relaxes, and I think she expects me to come up for air.
Yeah, no. I’m having a fine time right where I am, thank you very much.
“Maddox, I came already,” Alice kindly informs me.
“I’m aware,” I mutter against her pussy.
She giggles, probably the aftershock she told me about. “You can…um…stop now.”
“I can, but I’m not.” In fact, I pull my finger from her beautifully soaked pussy and slide it on down to her lovely little asshole.
“Maddox, no, you can’t!”
“Alice, yes, I really must.”
And I do—gently—because I’m not a monster.
Using her climax as lube, I tease her hole, circling it.
Push the tip of my finger in, then pull it out.
Push it farther. Draw it out again. Alice is stiff as a board.
To help her relax and enjoy it, to force her to step off the cliff and just…
let go…I dip my head to give her pussy a nice, long kiss.
Lick up her slit, and when I reach her clit, suck it into my mouth right as I drive my finger to the second knuckle.
Her gasp is delightful, and when I shove in deeper, she moves her hips and moans in pleasure or pain.
“Does this hurt?”
She shakes her head.
“Does it feel good?”
“It’s not terrible,” she whispers. “I don’t want you to stop.”
“Never,” I promise before fucking her with my tongue, matching the rhythm of my finger.
But it takes only a few more strokes for Alice’s body to tense again.
Her legs lock, damn near crushing my head.
Her ass nearly breaks my finger as I push it so fucking deep as I lap at her, her second climax flooding into my mouth.
She’s sweating, gasping, her muscles spasming.
I wish I could bathe her in light just to see how gorgeous she looks as she comes for me.
Once the last shudder stops, I withdraw my finger and lift my head. “So, that was good?”
She shakes her head with her eyes closed and her hair in a tangled mess around her flushed face. “It was the absolute worst.”
I grab a pillow and hit her with it. “Wench.”
“Jerk.” She cracks open her eyes. “No, but seriously, my bones are jelly thanks to you.”
I crawl up her body and grin down at her. “You’re welcome.”
She slaps my shoulders before dropping her hands back on the bed. “You’re so annoyingly arrogant.”
“Damn right I am. I may not rule this town.” Who the hell wants all the bullshit that comes with sitting on Wonderland’s throne?
Fuck that. Roman can bear the weight of that tarnished crown.
My place in the shadows suits me fine. “But every soul who lives in it is rightly terrified of me.” I pause, studying her calm expression and her glazed eyes. “But not you.”
Alice slowly shakes her head, a ghost of a smile on her lips. “No, not me.” God, her expression is so full of trust that right now—in this suspended moment where only the two of us exist—I’m…clean. “You’ll never hurt me.”
And I wouldn’t.
Not in a billion years, for any reason, would I ever harm this woman. Even if the voices in my head demanded that I harm her, I wouldn’t do it. Nothing—not a single thing—could ever push me to that breaking point.
But I will hurt for her.
I will kill for her.
These are a certainty.
Light the match and protect her while she burns this whole fucking world.
And when she caresses my face, I swear to God, those three painful years melt away.
This Alice. My Alice. She might have physically come back to Wonderland a month ago, but she didn’t come home until now.
I feel like the most precious creature in her world when she smiles at me.
This is the woman who has always met me where I’m at and never rejected me for who I am or blamed me for things I wish I could have prevented.
This is the Alice who loves me and lets me love her in return.
I drop my forehead to hers, and with a single punch of my hips, I bottom out in one slick slide.
She gasps and scores my back with her nails, the rip of my skin adding to the ecstasy of her body hugging mine.
She captures my mouth, our moans mingling as I rock into her until I’m fucking her like a man gone mad.
Speeding us toward the edge of an abyss.
She’s rasping my name, her hot, tight pussy clenching around my cock.
I could hold out longer, keep this going, but she cheats when she sinks her teeth into my shoulder.
Game.
Over.
I don’t free-fall off a cliff. Nope. I crash into the jetty, tumbling on a tidal wave as she lifts her hips to meet each furious thrust. And when I flip us around and seat her on top of me, she flattens her hands on my abdomen and rides my cock.
I grab hold of her breasts and thrust my hips upward, slamming into her as she bears down on me.
When her hands move toward the base of my dick, the added sensation of her fingers while I slide in and out of her completely overwhelms me.
My orgasm is electric, lighting up my entire body as she rides it out, coming with me as I shoot thick streams of cum up into her. She falls forward, collapsing onto my chest, panting and sweating.
I stroke her back, content to lie here forever like this, but Alice breaks the moment.
“Maddox?”
I keep my eyes closed, already missing the rapid pounding of her heart against my chest as she pushes herself up. “Hmm?”
“Hate to ruin the moment, but we really have to go.”
I crack open my eyes with a groan. “And here I was, hoping for round two.” I’m smacked in the face with a pillow. “Okay, I’m getting up.” I put up my hands to deflect the second attack. “You ruthless little demon.”
With a laugh and a roll of her eyes, Alice strides off to the bathroom with my gaze glued to her perfect ass.
Grudgingly, though, I do climb off the bed because while I may not take school seriously, it’s vital to Alice—and that means it’s now also important to me.
Pulling on my clothes, I think about how I wouldn’t want to share these silly little moments with another living soul.
I couldn’t even imagine another woman farting on my legs all night and drooling on my arm.
But with Alice, I find her little sleeping…
quirks…the cutest thing ever, and so is how she’s trudging, bare-assed, out of the bathroom with her previously disastrous hair now in neat ponytail.
No one else on earth gets to see her like this—only me, and after she’s dressed, she gives me one more quick hug.
I swear to God, I can’t handle how wildly wonderful this day has begun.
Today is the beginning of us.