I look at the man I’m wrapped around, his eyes riveted on me as I slowly wrap my arms around his neck. I immediately thread my fingers into his soft hair, scraping my short nails there.

“What are you doing, Jupiter?” he asks, his voice hoarse.

“I would think it’s pretty obvious,” I reply. I grind my hips against his lap to make it even more apparent.

“I’m not soft,” he groans, his fingers tightening on my hips. There’s a slight pinch of pain where his fingers touch my bruising, but it's overshadowed by the pleasure coursing through my body. “I can’t give you some sweet fling.”

I lean down and run my lips along his jawline. He makes a choked noise as I lick and nibble, as I tease.

“Who said anything about soft and sweet?” I ask against his skin. “I’m not delicate.”

His hands trail along my sides, until his thumbs brush the underside of my breasts. I move to his neck and continue my exploration there, tasting his skin, tracing the pale white markings I can only see in the right lighting.

“And I’m not some quick fuck,” he growls as I nip at the muscles in his neck.

“Good.” I move one of my hands to wrap around his ear and rub it gently up and down. He curses under his breath, his fingers digging in hard to my rib cage. “We have plenty of time to spare at the moment.”

Suddenly, one of his hands threads through my hair and yanks my head back, the fingers gentle even as they hold tight. My breath rushes from me as his silver eyes crash into mine. He holds me still, staring into my face even as my hands cup his cheeks.

“This isn’t what you want,” he growls. “You don’t want me.”

“Don’t tell me what I want, Rabbit,” I growl back. “If I didn’t want you, I wouldn’t be anticipating you fucking me once you accept that fact.”

He doesn’t give me time to berate him anymore, and he no longer argues. He jerks me forward and slams his mouth down on mine, immediately slipping his tongue inside to tangle with my own. He keeps his hand threaded through my curls, and I grip his ear hard, matching him stroke for stroke. I feel the moment his other hand slips beneath the edge of my t-shirt and rubs against my skin there, before rising up my rib cage, pushing the material higher. I slip my own along his shoulders, clawing at his muscles, slipping beneath the waistcoat that keeps us separate. I groan into his mouth when his fingers brush against my bra before slipping inside and pinching my nipple.

White breaks away from our kiss to tilt my head to the side and begin kissing down my neck. I try to push the waistcoat from his shoulders, but the buttons are still fastened. I reach down and fumble over the silver fastenings, White’s lips on my neck making the task almost impossible. I whimper as he drags his teeth over my sensitive skin, more frantic to remove the waistcoat. His free hand drops to my ass and grinds me down hard against him. I skip one of the buttons, the only one still hanging on, and in my urgency, I rip the waistcoat open anyways, the button snapping off and pinging off into the cave.

“You lost my button,” he growls, biting down hard on my neck.

I cry out even as I push the waistcoat from his shoulders and run my hands across his pecs. The feeling of his tongue immediately soothing the hurt goes right to my core, and I moan.

“Do you need a carrot to make you feel better?” I ask breathily.

He chuckles against my neck before pulling back enough to meet my eyes.

“Are you making rabbit jokes right now?”

I grind myself against him, and he hisses through his teeth.

“More like bunny jokes,” I tease.

His hand releases my hair, and I lean my head back, grinding harder against him.

“Oh, you’re gonna pay for that,” he promises, reaching between us to grasp the hem of my shirt. He pulls it over my head with one movement and tosses it to the side.

“Whatcha gonna do, bunny boy? Spank me?” I grin before whipping my sports bra off.

White’s eyes immediately fall to my chest, drinking me in.

“That’s not a bad idea.” His voice is rough as he raises his hand and caresses my breast, meeting my eyes. “I could bend you over my knee and punish you for the slight, until you scream, and your wetness is dripping down your thighs. Then I would coat my fingers with your honey and lick them clean. I could tease you until you beg for mercy, beg for me to take you, to own you,” he says, licking his lips as if he can already taste me, “to claim you.”

My thighs clench around him at the imagery, my chest rising and falling with the thoughts. Hot, it’s too hot in here.

“We’re wearing far too many clothes for all that,” I whisper, my voice rough with desire.

The corner of his lips tilts up.

“That can be fixed, little inferno.”

White shoots up suddenly, and I squeak, wrapping my legs around him to keep from falling. His hands keep me safe however, supporting my weight. He turns so that my back is to the stone wall, and I’m sandwiched between him and the paintings. He drops my legs to the ground and immediately pops open my jeans, before slipping his hand inside. I arch against the wall, sighing with pleasure as his fingers gently circle my clit. When his hand falls away, I groan, but he only takes the time to push my jeans and underwear down around my knees. I kick off my shoes and pants, before standing in front of him, completely bare, my chest rising and falling with rapid breaths.

I wait for White to follow suit and strip his pants and boots free, but instead, he drops to his knees in front of me. He lifts my leg to hook it over his shoulder.

“Your freckles cover your body,” he comments, kissing my thigh. “They’re beautiful. Like a constellation that I want to trace with my tongue.”

I reach down and wrap my hand around his ear gently.

“I thought you said you weren’t sweet and soft?” I tease.

His eyes flick up to mine, and the sight of him kneeling before me sends my heart into overdrive.

“Oh, I won’t be, but first,” he lifts my other leg, so I balance against the wall and on his shoulders, “I’m going to taste you.”

White presses his lips against my core, and I throw my head back, just barely keeping from slamming against the stone wall and knocking myself out.

“Oh, damn,” I groan, gripping the base of his ear a little harder.

He chuckles against me, the vibrations going straight to my ovaries. He slides his tongue straight up my slit before sucking on my clit hard. I buck against him, my thighs tightening around his shoulders.

When he repeats the action before swirling his tongue, my thighs shake from the pleasure. I thread my hands through his hair and hold him against me as I ride his face, completely oblivious to the fact that we’re in a cave, during a deadly Chimera Storm, in the Dark Lands, and I’m being eaten out by the White Rabbit. What the hell has my life become?

I cry out when White sucks harder, and I feel his finger probe at my entrance. I come apart around him, my hands digging hard into his scalp as I ride out the waves. He eases back before gently dropping my legs to the ground. They’re shaking from the after effects. He rises, slowly kissing up my body, taking time to lave attention on my breasts. My body immediately heats up again, ready for more.

He leans back enough to tilt my chin up, to meet his eyes and take in the bright silver glow.

“Would you have me wild, Jupiter?” he asks, his voice low, sensual. “Would you accept me for the monster I am?”

I rise and press a kiss against his lips, my hands winding around his neck.

“Even monsters have hearts,” I reply. “And I will have you however you are.”

Shock flickers across his face for a moment before he leans down and kisses me on the tip of my nose.

“You’re too good for Wonderland,” he whispers.

“No, Rabbit.” I capture his lips with mine for a small bite. “I’m where I’m meant to be.

My hands drop to the fastening of his pants, and I pop the button free, before sliding the pants over his hips and down. He immediately kicks off his boots and the leather. I should have known he wouldn’t be wearing anything else. His cock springs free with the movement, and I’m surprised to see the filigree tattoos on his shoulders continue down, down, until I can see them shining on his cock. I wrap my fingers around him and squeeze, and he growls while thrusting into my hand.

“Give me your wild,” I whisper.

White grabs a fistful of my hair and kisses me, letting me taste the evidence of my arousal on his lips.

“As long as you give me your light,” he growls before claiming my mouth again, as if he’s trying to absorb whatever light he sees in me. Before I met a certain white rabbit, I wasn’t sure I still had a light.

White drops his hands to my ass and lifts until my legs are wrapped around his waist again. His cock nudges at my entrance, and I fight the urge to squirm against him. He presses me back against the wall as I tangle my fingers back in his hair. When he begins to press inside me, I bite my lip. He’s only a few inches inside when he suddenly slams in to the hilt, and I scream out in pleasure.

“I’ll never be the gentle lover,” he growls as he squeezes my ass hard enough to bruise. “I’m too corrupted by this world.” He pulls out and slams back in again. I clench around him. “I’m going to take you as hard as I am, make you scream until you’re hoarse, lick you until your juices coat my face.” He repeats the action, and I swear my eyes roll back in my head at the feeling. “You’re mine, Jupiter, and I won’t let you forget it.”

And then he’s pumping into me, the sound of our bodies slapping against each other sending juice running down my thighs. I cry out with each thrust, my voice echoing around the cavern, repeating back to me in a symphony of pleasure. My core clenches tightly as he hits the sweet spot inside of me, and I move against him, tilting my hips to meet his thrusts.

“You’re so damn radiant,” he growls, biting at my neck, marking me.

Just as I feel my body peak, ready to topple over the edge, he pulls free. I’m about to protest—what kind of man brings you to the ledge and stops?–except he turns me and pushes me down to the floor onto my hands and knees, before slamming inside me again. The feeling sends me over, and I scream out in ecstasy, but he doesn’t relent. He continues to slam inside me from behind, pressing my chest to the floor, my head turned to the side as I take him. He grabs my hair in his fist and yanks me up.

“I always make good on my punishments,” he whispers in my ear, just before his hand comes down across my ass.

I scream out in pleasure at the sting. He bites my neck again hard, before spanking me across the other cheek.

“Call me bunny again,” he hisses.

“Bunny,” I groan, so lost in the euphoria, I don’t care what he does to me. And I’m not ashamed to say that I like when his hand comes down across my ass cheek again. I jump and moan, pressing back hard against him. “Bunny!” I scream out. Smack. He rams back inside of me hard enough to sting. He wraps his arms around my chest and hauls me up, his fingers grabbing handfuls of my breasts between his fingers, caressing, squeezing, rolling my nipples, all while he continues to pound inside me. One hand trails down my stomach to rub my clit. I feel his rhythm stutter, hitting me harder as he fights to hold on, to send me over the edge first.

My breaths come out ragged as he strokes my clit with one hand, and his other wraps around my neck as he holds me to him continuing his relentless pace. Lost in the haze of pleasure, I groan out two words.

“My bunny.”

The fingers against my clit slap down, gentle, but enough to sting. I shatter into a million pieces around him, screaming out my pleasure as he pumps inside hard, hard, hard, before following me over the precipice. I feel the hot spurts of his release coating my thighs as it begins to leak from our joining. I can’t breathe, can’t comprehend anything around me except for the warm body behind me, keeping me safe, keeping me wild.

When we collapse to the floor in a heap, and my eyes close from pure exhaustion, I pull him as close as possible, his head pressing against my chest. As I fall asleep to the soft tickling of his ears against my cheek, my heart opens up just a little bit. . .

. . . and I feel my light grow that much brighter.