Page 83 of Escaping Wonderland

Under her touch, everything else faded away—neither this world nor any other mattered. Neither this world nor any other existed. Reality was only Shadow and Alice; she was his universe.

He slid his hands up, palms gliding over her soft skin as he drew her nightgown off over her head. He tossed the garment aside; it may as well have fallen into the void for all he cared about it in that moment. Once she was bared to him, he pulled away, taking a moment to bask in her beauty, letting his eyes devour her a little at a time. Her hair fell around her naked shoulders and curled around her breasts, and those soft globes and their hardened peaks made his mouth water and drew him in. He wrapped an arm around her, tipped her back, and sucked one of her nipples into his mouth.

Alice gasped. Her back arched, and her fingers delved into Shadow’s hair, holding him to her breast. When he sucked harder and twirled his tongue around her nipple, she moaned. It was amongst the sweetest sounds he’d ever heard. He nipped the hard bud before moving his mouth to her other breast, lavishing it with the same attention as he caressed the first with his free hand.

She undulated her hips on his thighs. Inhaling deeply, Shadow took in the sweet, heady scent of Alice’s desire. A deep, low sound rose from his chest—part groan, part purr, part growl—and his cock grew so stiff it hurt, throbbing against the flat of her stomach. A bead of seed—his seed!—trickled from its tip and rolled down his shaft.

He moved his tail around Alice and trailed it down her back toward her ass, tickling her cleft before slipping it between her legs to stroke up her sex to her clit. She bucked and moaned, and within moments, she was gyrating against his tail, her breath coming in soft pants.

“Now,” Alice said, gripping his hair to pull his mouth away from her breast. Her nipples were a lovely red after his attentions. “I need you inside menow, Shadow. No more waiting.”

The desire on her face—run through with deep, undeniable love—made her more beautiful in that moment than ever before, a feat he would’ve thought impossible a moment ago.

“I love that you’re willing to play,” he said, withdrawing his tail and curling it possessively around her waist. “But I love it even more when you’re done with the games.”

Shadow settled his hands on her hips as she rose on her knees. Even if he hadn’t recovered, he was more than strong enough to do what was required of him—and would’ve found the strength regardless. He lifted her up, drew her forward, and pressed the head of his cock against her entrance.

She bore down on him.

The head of his shaft slipped into her tight, wet channel. She pushed down upon him farther, her nails digging into his shoulders as she stretched around him, rising slightly only to press down again, easing her passage. She panted, her brows creased in concentration, impatience, and need.

Shadow flexed his fingers on her hips, careful not to curl his claws into her tender flesh. Everything within him, every instinct, demanded he take over, demanded he savagely thrust inside her, but he held himself still; he didn’t want to hurt her.

Alice didn’t seem to share in his concern.

She grasped his face between her hands and met his eyes. “Do it,” she commanded before her mouth reclaimed his in a desperate, hungry kiss.

His restraint shattered into a million tiny pieces and drifted away on the winds of his desire; he did not mourn their loss.

Tightening his hold on Alice, he lifted her and thrust his cock into her while simultaneously slamming her down atop him. Alice cried out but didn’t break the kiss. Her body tensed, and her sex clenched around his cock as tremors swept through her. His fingers curled, grazing her skin with his claws. She was dripping for him, so hot, so tight, and for a moment he couldn’t breathe—the pleasure was too much.

What they’d shared in Wonderland hadn’t prepared Shadow for the way this felt—the simulation hadn’t come close to howgoodit was, to how perfectly they fit together. It hadn’t been able to account for the way every tiny movement in her body sent a thrill along his shaft to crackle outward in electric currents all the way to the tips of his fingers and toes. It hadn’t been able to account for the reality of Alice, for the truth of Alice.

He knew, without a doubt, that she was all for him. She was forever.

Alice broke the kiss and pressed her forehead to his. “Don’t stop. Oh please, don’t stop, Shadow.”

He forced his hips into motion, lips parting with a gasp at the overwhelming sensation of it, ofher. His movements gradually gained speed and power, pushing faster and deeper with each thrust. “I’ll never stop. Never.”

Shadow smoothed a hand up her back, following the curve of her spine, and slid his fingers into her hair to cup the back of her head. He held her against him as he pumped in and out of her welcoming body. He didn’t know how long he could last; he was enfolded in her heat, enveloped in pleasure, and it was consuming him—shewas consuming him—until there’d be nothing left but the way this felt. Nothing left but ecstasy. He didn’t want it to end.

“You’re too perfect to be real,” he said, “but you’re mine, Alice. My sweet, my dearest, my Alice.”

“Shadow,” she whispered, her breath fanning his lips.

Suddenly, her body stiffened, and her tempo faltered. A rush of liquid heat flooded her, bathing him in her essence as her sex contracted around his cock, her inner walls pulsing with her release. She gasped, hands clutching him desperately as she was lost in her pleasure.

And Shadow did not delay in joining her. For a few seconds, he pushed harder and faster than should’ve been possible. Alice’s body shuddered as she cried out in rapture; Shadow came undone in that moment.

The pressure that had built in him—not just tonight, but over the last few weeks, over the lastseven years, waiting forherall along—finally became too much. His toes and tail curled as he climaxed, and every muscle in his body seized at once. His head reared back, forcing his back to arch—which only pushed him deeper into her, allow her hungry sex to squeeze out every ounce of his searing hot seed.

Even after he was spent, her sex pulsed and clenched around his throbbing shaft in aftershocks. He made no effort to withdraw from her body; he clung to her, panting.

As the pleasure slowly ebbed, Shadow’s awareness of the world around him returned—but the worry and stress thatusually accompanied that awareness didn’t come back. For the first time in memory, Shadow felt…at peace.

This was real. He and Alice were real. And what they shared was more real thananything. Whatever challenges lay ahead—and he wasn’t so foolish or far-gone to believe they’d be without difficulties—they would overcome one by one. Together.

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