Then she smiled.
Exhaling, I released her wrists and pulled my hand from her throat.
Dolly’s hands slowly slid from above her head. Her eyes never left mine as she pushed her hands behind my neck. I dropped my forehead to hers and just breathed.
She didn’t speak until I went to pull out from between her legs. “No,” she said, wrapping her thighs around my waist. I could have easily overpowered her and withdrawn, but I liked that she wanted me to stay inside her. My cock began to wake as I met her eyes and she shook her head. “I want to keep you there.”
I sat up, taking Dolly with me, and rested my back against the couch. Dolly was plastered to my front, her head tucked into my neck. I ran my hands down her back. Dolly practically purred into my ears as her hips rolled slightly at my touch.
I stared straight ahead, replaying her cries and moans in my head. I stared at the pole and stage, seeing again my Dolly strip for me. Seeing her offer me her vein. I dropped a kiss on her shoulder and wondered if anyone had ever done this before. Wondered if any fucker out there had this with his girl. A woman who was handcrafted for him.
Perfection, forged in hell.
Dolly sighed and slowly drew back her head. Her arms stayed loosely looped around my neck. “Darlin,” I greeted her, seeing her eyes dip and a flush set on her cheeks. She looked up at me from below her lashes and bit her lip.
What a beautiful sight.
Dolly stroked a piece of hair back from my forehead. Her finger dropped to the spade tattoo on the side of my face. Then she looked right at me. “Do you think other people in Wonderland, people like us, Rabbit and Dolly, find pleasure just like that?”
I narrowed my eyes. “Meaning?”
Dolly ran her hand down to my chest and over the welts that her clawing and scratching had brought to my tattooed skin. I fixed my attention on the bite mark on her neck.
Dolly held me tighter. “I was watching TV the other night. There was a film on.”
I waited for her to continue.
“The people . . . the people like us, they were doing what we do. What we just did.” She paused again. I placed my hand under her chin and lifted her head until she met my eyes. I raised my brow in question. Dolly sighed. “They didn’t do what we do. It was different.”
“Different . . .?” I trailed off, wondering how else people were when they fucked.
Dolly nodded her head. “They were on a blanket. In a field under the stars.” A whisper of a smile ghosted her lips. She shrugged. “There was no fighting. There was no blood being shared.” My eyebrows pulled down, imagining what that even looked like.
Dolly’s finger went down to my chest. She traced the Sick Fux tattoo. “The man was on top of the woman. She was holding him close. Soft . . .” Dolly’s voice seemed just as confused as I was. “It was slow. It was gentle.” She smiled and tipped her head up, reaching her arm into the air. “It was under the stars. The moon was so big. And . . . and he told her she had his heart. He told her he loved her.”
She shook her head and brought her hand back to my chest. “The people of Wonderland lead strange lives. They go to balls, wear princess dresses and crowns to celebrate leaving school. They join their bodies under the stars, quiet and soft, only a blanket beneath them.” She shook her head and then, smiling at me, said, “They are all entirely bonkers, Rabbit! Completely off their rockers! What strange creatures they all are!”
I nodded in agreement, but inside my head was thick with a heavy fog. Dolly’s smile fell, and I saw straight through her charade. She was sad about the way the other people were. How they were different to us.
Placing my hands on her cheeks, I pulled her to my mouth. Before our lips touched, I met her eyes. She blinked, but I saw the tears building regardless. Tears for something she had never had. The dresses. The stars. The declaration of . . . love? That perplexed me most of all.
Clearing my mind, I pressed my lips against hers. But this time I did it softly. Gently . . .
When I pulled back, Dolly sighed and her eyes flickered open. She stared at me, wordlessly, regarding me strangely.
“We must go,” I said.
“Okay.” Dolly climbed from my lap. I put on my shirt and vest, and zipped up my pants. I stared at Dolly as she dressed, her ruined, blood-soiled blue dress back on her body. When she turned to me, my breath was swept from within me.