Queen of Hearts (Wonderland 2)

“Fuck me,” I purr against his lips.

He doesn’t respond, but he doesn’t return the kiss. His body is as hard as stone.

“Nick…”

Nick shakes his head. “Fucking keeps the relationship… uncomplicated. What we’ve done… crosses over to complicated. We don’t just fuck anymore. And we don’t want to explore what that means.”

“Really?” I smile seductively up at him. “Maybe I like complicated. Maybe I want to explore what comes next.”

“Lyriope…” he warns.

“Nick…” I counter, feeling the air sizzle between us.

“You thought I was a possessive psychopath before? If we go beyond complicated… you’ll see a side of me that I’m not sure you can handle.”

“Try me,” I provoke.

He doesn’t act on my provocation, and I roll my eyes. “I won’t love you, if that’s your concern. I just want to feel you inside of me again.” I lean forward to kiss him, forcing my hunger on him. “I know the rules of the game.”

His breath hitches. “I’m not sure either one of us does,” he says as he finally succumbs to my kiss and dances his tongue with mine.

He takes hold of me and pushes me hard up against the wall. He grabs my hands and presses them above my head and holds them firm with one hand, while his other begins to rip off my clothing. He yanks, he tugs, and he has me naked before I can even take my next breath. His lips press against mine with such force, such fierce passion.

Nick moves his lips to my neck and begins to kiss, suck, and bite. With my arms still pinned above my head by his massive hand, I have no choice but to allow Nick to do as he wishes.

I feel the sting of his teeth on my neck and gasp.

He stands before me and takes off all of his clothes in the same rush and fury that has landed me up against the wall. His ripped, tight, tattooed body towers before me as he seductively smiles.

“I like the word mine as well,” he says. “And that’s exactly what you are about to become.”

Nick kisses one breast and then the other. He sucks each nipple, slightly nipping with his teeth. I gasp, I moan, but he ignores my sounds and continues his descent down my abdomen with licks, swirls of his tongue, and bites. He reaches his final destination, kissing every ounce of flesh, licking my entire mound until I’m hungry with desire. I’m dying to feel his tongue delve into me. I want to feel the invasion, the penetration.

I’m practically climbing the wall of lunacy.

My body frantically searches for release from the madness.

Finally, he lowers me to the ground, moves his body on top of mine, and captures my gaze, and never releases it. He stares deep into my eyes, joining our souls, linking our energy.

Nick presses his cock deep within and stops moving. Taking that moment did something to me. I feel a connection and closeness I have never felt before with him. I look into his eyes and just watch. I watch the man—a man I’m starting to understand more than anyone—as we become one.

“I’m yours, Nick,” I softly admit.

“Yes, you are.”

I move my lips to his and kiss him until I feel that our mouths have melded together.

His breath is mine; my breath is his.

I feel his tongue lightly move along mine, his hands caress, we embrace.

Nick moves his body in and out of mine in a slow, sensual pace. He caresses my hair and smiles softly while looking into my eyes.

Without saying a single word, he licks one breast, then the other. He sucks one nipple and quickly moves to the next. He kisses, and he licks every part of my stomach. I can’t get enough. I can’t get enough of his touch. I need more. I need Nick like I have never needed anyone in my life.

I literally need him, and I’m okay with what that truly means.

He positions his body so that he can thrust his cock inside of me once more, driving his sex deep within me. He pulls out quickly, only to drive back in with a force of pure lust.