Page 64 of Cry Madness
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 herwith 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 Iwillhurt for her.
Iwillkill 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.Thisis thewoman 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.
TWENTY-THREE
“The best way to explain it is to do it.”