Page 7 of Wonder

Her face turns away. “Don’t… don’t look at me like that, Hatter.”

I pause, my hand nudging her cheek back. “Like what?”

She swallows, her throat bobbing. “Like this matters.”

In response, I lower my head, my lips sinking into hers. And she kisses me back, her arms wrapping around my neck as I push inside her, swallowing her gasp, every sound she makes as my body flexes against hers.

Heaven. She feels like heaven – unattainable nirvana. I can’t look away as my hips pick up speed, thrusting into her. Alyss arches beneath me, her throat bared, vulnerable and beautiful.

I don’t want her to hold back. Want to know everything, every secret swimming in those eyes as she sinks her teeth into my shoulder, her hands gripping me as I pick up the pace. Her velvet headboard slams against the wall as I grab her hands and shove them over her head, my mouth leaning down to seal over a taut nipple and suck.

She bucks beneath me, but I don’t let go. I soak in the breathy cries from her lips, the twisting of her body beneath mine as I fuck her like I can brand myself into her, leave something behind of myself, a reminder for when I am gone.

I want her to never be able to fuck another man again without thinking of me.

And the unfairness of it all makes me angry, makes me move faster, her thighs stretching wide as I push down into her, my body against hers as I sink my own teeth into her neck, sucking at the skin there.

There is nowhere for her to go.

Nowhere for her to hide, as I pin her beneath me, her body accepting every thrust even as it tightens, her pussy gripping me like a fucking vice as my balls tighten.

I tear my mouth from her skin, eyes running over the mark I’ve left behind with primal satisfaction as I move my mouth to her ear and she shudders.

“Come on my cock. Now.”

Her scream is choked as she convulses, pinned in place, unable to move with my weight on top of her, every inch of us connected.

I keep fucking her, hips flexing even as her pussy clenches around me, sweet and hot and tightening until my vision wavers. I follow her over that knife edge with a roar in my throat and possession in my grip on her wrists.

Endless.

My release is endless, as if I’m giving her everything.

When our bones turn limp. I stay where I am. On top of her, listening to her breathing, low and harsh, the thump of her heartbeat against mine.

She doesn’t smile, and neither do I. We watch each other, as if time is paused, waiting for the other. There’s a crease between her eyebrows that I want to smooth out, want to force away.

“Don’t,” I murmur when she opens her mouth.

“Don’t what?”

I bury my face in her neck, in the damp skin waiting for me that smells faintly of cherries. “Don’t tell me that this doesn’t matter.”

We both know she would be lying.

She sighs, a slow release of breath, and I roll us over, settling her body on top of mine as my hands stroke down her back. “Five minutes.”

“Five?”

“Mmhmm. Once was not nearly enough with you, Alyss Lidell.”

I’m not ready to leave her yet, even though I should already be gone. Instead, I wait, my hands traveling across her skin, our lips lazily exploring before I nudge her onto her belly and pull her hips up.

And I make the hours count.

When I finally let her eyes close, my arms wrapped tightly around her, I wait for her breathing to slow before I slide out from beneath warm skin and temptation.

I try my fucking hardest not to look back as I quickly dress, yanking my trousers up and leaving my braces hanging off my ruined shirt. Don’t look back, in case I push back into that bed, into her arms and her body.