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I love him.

Tossing a leg over his, I snuggle closer. I drop a kiss onto his cheek, lingering to breathe him in. “Finlo Pennington, I could never leave you. Can’t you see that?”

His smile lights up his face. And subsequently, my soul, driving some of the darkness from my recent slaying of the queen back. “You can’t?”

“No.”

“So, you’re going to stay in Wonderland?”

“I’m going to stay in Wonderland.”

He turns on his side, wrapping around me like an angry snake as he attacks me with kisses.

“I’m so happy! Oh, Tiger Lily, this is the best news!”

I giggle but soak in all his affection and energy. “Alright now, you’d better stop that before you start something again!” I warn.

His hand sneaks between us and beneath my shorts. “Oh no, I wouldn’t want to start anything,” he taunts, his tone dropping into something deep and gravelly.

“Fin,” I breathe as two of his fingers sink inside me and my thighs part.

“It’s the Mad Hatter to you.” He adds another finger.

“Mad Hatter,” I whisper.

Biting my ear, he says, “Louder!”

When he thumbs my clit, I scream out as I’m commanded.

Round and round we go, and I have to wonder if we’ll ever get enough of one another, or if our love and passion will drive us madder over the coming years.

But if madness is to become me, so be it.

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

LOVE: THE WAR THAT’S TOO HARD TO END

My smile is enormous, and my heart is whole as I wander down the hill. The tea party is in full swing, and the sounds of merriment carry on the wind towards me.

The tray of finger sandwiches warbles, and I fight to keep hold of it as my momentum gets away from me.

“Help, Milady?” Cirius offers, rushing up to take the tray from me.

“Thank you, Cirius.”

“Of course, Milady.”

“I wish you’d stop calling me that.”

“Never.” He waggles his thick, dark eyebrows at me.

Hatter sits beside the White Queen, and there isn’t an empty chair in sight, so I plop into his lap.

He kisses me, and a blush creeps up my neck as I taste myself on his tongue.

“You’re a fiend.”

“And whose fault is that?” He winks.