Page 102 of Madness Becomes Her

His scent wafts over me, reminding me just how many things I love about this man.

“I do care.”

“What do you intend to do to make it better?” I ask.

He answers by hitting his knees and shoving the dress I’d worn to Frabjous Day up my thighs.

“Push your underthings aside, and I’ll show you.”

I’m locked on the look in his green eyes as I do what I’m commanded. Heat pulsing between my thighs.

His fingers spread my lips, and he leans forward to blow on my clit, something he’s picked up on me liking in past interactions.

“I might still be mad at you after this,” I sputter out when his tongue collides with my center, working me over before he pulls back, grinning.

“We have all the time in the world.”

Once he’s wrung an orgasm out of me, he stands and pulls down his sweats.

Perhaps he’s trying to distract me from finding out why he’s been in his workshop hiding, but when he presses inside of me, I inch closer to the edge of the table, uncaring about any of the details that got me here.

I cling to him like he’s the final breath in my lungs as he thrusts wildly inside me.

We come together like a volcanic eruption, and I’m feeling even drunker afterward.

Finlo cleans both of us up before helping me off the table.

“What are you working on?” I ask him.

He slings an arm over my shoulders and shuts off the lamps. “Nothing that can’t wait until tomorrow.”

“Oh yeah? And what’s so pressing that you’re pushing work aside?”

“You are,” he whispers into my ear, sending shivers through my body.

We shower together, our hands wandering all over again before we finally make it to bed.

Silence is heavy in the dark of night, blanketing us. Silence is where the memories and the nightmares find me since I killed the queen.

“Fin?”

“Yes?”

“Are you alright? Truly?”

He sighs, and my heart speeds.

Turning on my side, I find his face in the faint moonlight streaming in the windows.

His head lolls, his eyes capturing mine. “I’m worried you’re going to leave.”

“What?!”

Of all the things I’ve been worried he was upset about, that thought hadn’t even crossed my mind.

“You fixed Wonderland. There’s no reason for you to linger. This world isn’t what you’re used to. I’m not what you’re used to. You could go home and live the rest of your life, and Wonderland would become only a distant dream.”

Biting my cheek, I ponder the idea of going home. It’s not like I haven’t. Everything he’s saying is accurate, but he’s forgetting one very important fact.