I pushed forward, arms braced on either side of her head. I slowly entered her, inch by inch. Dolly’s hands landed on my back. But instead of clawing, she ran her fingertips up and down, bringing bumps to my skin. Dolly moaned when I filled her. I froze above her, panting as I refrained from doing what my inner demon demanded I do.
“Rabbit,” she breathed, eyes fluttering closed as I began to move. I slowly rocked into her. Gentle motions. It wasn’t long before the need to take her roughly disappeared. As I studied her face, I stared at her lips parting slightly. At the flush on her cheeks and the pleasure in her eyes. I knew that I could stay here forever, just watching her pretty face lost to my touch. Feeling her hands on my back. Feeling her hands as they traveled up my side until they landed on my cheeks. “Rabbit,” Dolly mouthed, no sound coming from her throat.
I had no choice but to kiss her.
So I did.
I pressed my lips over hers as my hips moved faster. But the gentleness continued. Sweat broke out on my body as I took her in the balmy night. Dolly’s breathing grew labored, and I felt her pussy begin to clench. I groaned against her mouth, my tongue sliding against hers. I swallowed Dolly’s moans and she swallowed mine as we built to a high. My hands hooked under her shoulders as pressure built at the base of my spine. My thighs grew tight. My chest was flush against Dolly’s, my lips fused to hers.
“Rabbit,” she whispered against my mouth. I felt her pussy contract, and Dolly’s mouth broke from mine and her head tipped back. She cried out in pleasure, the sound and feel of being inside her carrying me with her. I groaned, eyes closed, as I came inside her. Our bodies were slick with sweat, arms wrapped around each other.
I breathed hard as I came down, my head tucked into her neck.
Dolly stroked my hair, her short, shaky breaths warming my skin.
I opened my eyes. I blinked into darkness, and then slowly lifted my head into the night. Dolly’s eyes met mine. I felt a pain in my chest. The pain of knowing I could never live without her. Dolly was as much a part of me as my blood and beating heart. And I part of her.
I recalled what Chapel said to me.
My nerves returned. When I saw a smile pull on her lips, I opened my mouth and let the words spill out. “I love you.”
There wasn’t a part of Dolly that didn’t tense. I froze, and then fucking broke apart as tears filled Dolly’s eyes and fell down her cheeks. “Rabbit . . .” she said in a hushed voice. “I love you too.”
My nose flared at her words. I thought of all the kills I’d made. Of her blood that I had consumed, and all the times we had fucked . . . then the one time we had made love.
Nothing compared.
Nothing compared to my little Dolly, beneath me, telling me she loved me too. Dolly placed her hands on my cheeks and looked into my eyes. “Heathan James, you have eaten my heart and drunk my soul. I am yours. I have been consumed by you . . . happily.”
I blinked, sure she hadn’t noticed what she had called me. Heathan James . . . She had called me by my real name. My Dolly, my Ellis. Two very different personalities sharing the same body.
I loved them both.
Minutes passed. We kissed. Then I rolled us to the side. Dolly laid her head against my chest, staring up at the stars as her boombox continued playing all her favorite songs. Dolly’s hand traced up and down my chest. I played with her long blond hair.
“We only have one more left,” Dolly said, breaking the silence.
My hand stilled in her hair. “Yeah.”
“The King of Hearts.”
“Yeah.”
Dolly didn’t look up at me. “Then what, Rabbit? After we destroy the final bad man and free Ellis, what comes after?”
My eyebrows pulled down. “I don’t know,” I said honestly. “I never planned beyond the final kill.” Not beyond our getaway, anyway.
I was lost in thought when Dolly suggested, “A tea party, I think.” I smiled. “We shall celebrate with a tea party, with all the buttered crumpets one could ever eat!” She sighed happily. “Yes. A tea party we shall have. We can decide what to do after that.” She giggled, and my heart stopped for a second at the sound. “A nice cup of Earl Grey. Everything is solved by sharing a pot of Earl Grey.”
I smiled and ran my fingers through her hair again. I closed my eyes, inhaled her rose scent, and agreed, “Only Earl Grey will ever do.”