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Entangling our fingers, I held her there as I slowly stroked her pussy, groaning at the completeness I felt in my soul. For a brief moment, she was free . . . and Alice was in my arms because she chose to stay. I began to fuck her harder, just how she wanted and liked it. Deep strokes made the bed shake from the power of my thrusts. This wasn’t making love; this was an undeniable ravishing. I wished we could have taken our time and went slow but neither of us were capable of such delicacy tonight.

The sounds of our wet bodies colliding over and over, her whimpered moans, the shattered breaths that turned into erotic little gasps of unrelenting want, it ignited me like nothing ever had. I fucked her hard, fast, trapping her against me as much as those chains did. She was mine.Forever mine.

Alice was my heart, the missing piece of my dark soul, and I would never love another as much as I did this small, broken girl.

Reaching down between us, I stroked her clit as her hands wrapped around my back and drifted down to my ass, squeezing as I shoved my cock relentlessly into her tight sheath. I groaned, loving the feel of her fingertips on my flesh for the first time. Stroking my skin almost reverently, gliding her hands along my muscles, she traced each and every part of my body.

She whispered my name as she clung to me, her body bending back beautifully as her climax approached. She came for me with deep shudders that rippled against my cock while her walls clamped down simultaneously. I watched her unravel before me, and my own body surged, unable to hold back a second longer. My seed drained from my balls in long, swift streams of cum that filled her with thick ropes that seemed never ending. We both shivered and convulsed as our hips continued a hypnotic rhythm, her pussy milking my cock of any drop I had to give.

I collapsed over her, her hands sifting through my hair, her breasts against my cheek.

“I’ve committed every sin to make you mine, Alice, but make no mistake, my darling, I do most definitely love you and that is one fact you can never change.”

I felt the light whisper of my name as it filtered into the air followed by something I barely hoped to hear her admit. “Zachary,” she mumbled huskily, “I need you. Don’t leave me.”

Then she drifted off to sleep, making no effort to withdraw from my tightening embrace.

Chapter 16

Zachary

Patient:Alice Hardgrave

Date: January 31st

Session: Final

Notes: Parasomnia, Night Terrors, Psychosis transitioning, Deep Depression

“Don’t lookat me like that, Alice.”

Her eyes met mine, a bluish gray tint to them that matched the dreariness of my heavy heart. Our night together hadn’t been enough. I knew she was leaving, and I wanted to fight and rage against the world, but I couldn’t keep my pretty bird locked up in her gilded cage any longer. She needed to fly. Her freedom was more important than my selfish desires and my heart’s twisted longing. Nothing was worse than willingly letting her leave me.

She lay chained once again to the rails of the bed, and I stood only a few feet away, pacing like a caged beast as I fought with myself to do the right thing.

“I need to find him,” she replied calmly.

“Who, Alice?”

“The White Knight. He can help me.”

Jealousy scorched my entire body, flashing through every cell and organ until I thought I’d be burned alive before her eyes. “I’m your White Knight, Alice!”

“No! Stop!” Her eyes told me she now knew the truth. More lies wouldn’t help my cause. “He knows where Wonderland is. He can help me find it.”

“There’s no point in going back,” I grumbled.

“I need to do this, Zachary.”

“What about me!?” I turned to her, desperation and fury now tipping me over the edge. I saw her slipping through my fingers, running away never to return. One night wasn’t enough.

No amount of time would ever be enough with the young woman who owned my heart and soul.

Slowly, she shook her head. “What aboutyou? Always so selfish. You’ve done your part here. Isn’t that enough?” The bitterness in her tone cut to the quick. “You chained me up again because you’re afraid. Don’t be a coward, Doctor.”

I fell down to my knees before her, gripping her hands in mine. “I love you.” I didn’t say that she was right but we both knew it.

She smiled sadly at me, lifting her hands and cupping them as she cradled my face. The raw honesty of her expression was a knife to my heart. “Love? I don’t know what that is, Doctor. It’s a foreign concept. I don’t even know if I have it in me to love. And besides, you don’t love me. If you did, you wouldn’t have lied and manipulated me for so long.”

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