Page 74 of Madness Becomes Her
“I digress. Did you drink the White Queen’s laced punch to come up here and fuck me?” I ask again, this time while working his cock from his pants and shoving them down his lithe, perfect body.
“I did.”
“I like that,” I whisper against his lips, my hand working him in punishing strokes I can’t control as he rips my clothes off and backing me toward the bed.
“You’re leaving me tomorrow,” I whine against his kiss.
He captures my mouth again, and the urgency nearly shatters me emotionally, as the meaning bound in each whisk of his tongue has me choking on the reality of tomorrow.
“I am. I must. I can’t,” he stammers, lying me on the bed, and ogling me from above before dropping to his knees and pressing my thighs apart.
“You must,” I breathe in reminder.
His eyes scan the slit of my sex, growing heady. “So perfect,” he purrs.
Adrenaline spikes in my chest, and my heart feels like it’s going to leap out and travel back to Burrathurth with him.
There’s a weighty fog of desire clamping down on us, and it’s what I’m choosing to focus on. Not the goodbye tomorrow promises.
With that in mind, I sit up and fist my hand into Hatter’s hair. I hold him momentarily, locked in on his gaze. “I’m all yours.”
His lip curls as I tighten my hand in his hair. “Mine.”
Lust purls through me, and I shove his head where I desperately need him.
Hatter wastes no time. His tongue lashes over my clit, and two fingers spear inside me.
My grip on Hatter only tightens, his hair becoming my leash on reality, the insane reality where I’m fucking a Fae in another realm.
“Faster. Harder. Right there,” I spew, unashamedly riding his mouth.
Unfortunately, the queen’s punch proves lethal, and my first orgasm is already peeking its head from beneath the surface of the boiling waters inside me.
“Don’t stop,” I whisper, my mouth dropped open and my eyes hooded as I capture his gaze, his eyes tugging up to watch me come undone.
“Watch me come,” I moan, my control snapping as I shatter, screaming his name.
My screams travel out the open windows to join those below the palace. Dark revelry is painting the White Palace a deep shade of rouge tonight, and I’m happy to join in.
Hatter surfaces from my pussy, his mouth glistening and his eyes feral.
Crawling back on the bed, I create space for him between my thighs.
His mouth is hot and greedy when it takes mine, forcing me to taste my flavor on his tongue, which only makes me want more.
The way he thrusts inside me is animalistic.
He hikes one of my legs over his shoulder, creating a deeper angle and stealing my next breath.
“Fuck,” I squeak, feeling my body building toward another crescendo of pleasure.
Hatter turns his attention to my leg, where he sinks his teeth into my flesh. The bite of pain only adds to the ache building in my body, the one begging silently for him to give a reprieve.
“You feel so good. Damnit!” he growls, releasing my inner calf from his teeth.
My eyes are fixated on the mark he’s left behind, loving the carnal way he’s marked me before he leaves tomorrow.
He drops my leg and then his weight over me as he slows his pace. “I can’t stop. I don’t want to stop.”
