Queen of Hearts (Wonderland 2)

“Look into my eyes,” he demands.

Nick’s gaze penetrates my soul, commanding for me to stare into his eyes, never looking away.

I reach for his face and slowly trace the edge of his jaw with my fingertips as he brings my orgasm closer and closer.

Nick presses harder into me once again and begins to kiss a trail of soft kisses along my neck. “Mine. Mine.”

The animalistic fire burns deep within my core. I whisper into his ear, “Yours.”

He flips over, allowing me to straddle him. My thighs on each side of his body make me anxious for more. My hair cascading around my face makes me feel sexy and seductive. I feel perfect in his eyes. In his eyes, my breasts are firm, my stomach flat, and I can see in his eyes the desire he feels.

I’m not an imposter in his eyes.

I’m not the color gray.

I’m bright. I’m bold. I’m everything he wants.

Never have I felt so beautiful.

I close my eyes and begin to rock my body in a rhythmic motion. My hips sensually pulsate to the music created by the heavy breathing of two lovers. We rock, we turn, and we move with each gasp, with each moan, with each passionate word.

The fire works its way throughout my entire body. I feel the inferno build, hotter with each driving force, hotter than I could ever have imagined. The heat causes each moan to get louder, each gasp to grow more ragged. I fling my head back and reach for his hands. I place them on my breasts as I begin to ride with wild abandon. I go down as he comes up. I move my body faster, stoking the fire until I finally scream out his name.

We rock our hips together until every last bit of completion is removed from our bodies. I collapse onto Nick’s chest and can barely breathe. Nick rubs my back as our heartbeats struggle to regain a normal cadence as the Tuscan beauty shines upon us from the floor-to-ceiling windows.