Chapter 130. As Deep As The Rabbit Hole Can Go**

Chapter 130: 130. As Deep As The Rabbit Hole Can Go**

She stared at me for a moment, and then she smiled.

That smile... The one that told me she understood exactly what was happening.

She was letting this happen, choosing this, wanting this. And then she wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me down, and she kissed me again, and this time she wasn’t trying to be gentle anymore.

She was meeting me, fighting back, her tongue pushing against mine with a ferocity that surprised me, and I realized... ’oh, God, she’s been holding back this whole time.’

The rabbit had teeth.

"Mmmnh—" The moan she made into my mouth was something I’ll never forget.

It was deep, resonant, vibrating through both our bodies. And then she grabbed my head and pressed it down into her chest into those massive, soft, incredible breasts and she squeezed them around my face like she was trying to swallow me whole.

"Hhhh—" My breath came out in a shuddering exhale, and her breasts were crushing my face, warm and heavy and smelling of her skin.

I could feel my cock twitching inside her, pulsing, begging for release, and she was holding me there, keeping me trapped in her softness while her hips kept moving underneath me.

"Nnh—don’t—don’t cum yet," she whispered against my ear, her breath hot and wet. "Stay here with me..."

"Stay in me."

And I stayed. For as long as I can.

I lay there with my face buried in her chest, my cock buried in her womb, and I could feel every single pulse of her, every single contraction of her body as it tried to ride out the waves of pleasure that were still rolling through her.

Her breasts squeezed around my head, her fingers tangled in my hair, and I could hear her breathing... it was ragged, broken, and beautiful, and I could feel her heart beating against my cheek.

"Roland," she said, and her voice was almost a whisper now. "I can feel you... I can feel every single pulse."

"I can feel you wanting."

"I want you," I said, and it was the truest thing I’d ever said. "I want you so bad it hurts."

She let out a soft, shaky laugh. "Then let it hurt... Let it all out."

I lifted my head from her chest, and my hands were still on her ass, and I looked at her and I saw the way she was looking back at me.

Her ears were curled back, her eyes were dark and wild, and her mouth was parted and wet, and she looked like the most beautiful thing in the world.

Like she was a dream and I was about to wake up.

"I’m not letting you go," I said.

"I know," she whispered.

And I slammed into her again. Harder than before.

My hips hit her with a force that made her whole body bounce, and she screamed, and I spanked her again, and she screamed again, and the sounds filled the cave like music, like primal music, like the song the world was made from.

"AAAHHHH—ROLAND—OH GOD—"

Her legs were shaking so hard she could barely keep them open, and she grabbed my shoulders, her nails digging into my skin, and she pulled me deeper, harder, like she was trying to swallow me.

"More," she gasped. "Give me more."

"You can’t take much more than this," I said, and I was barely holding on myself, my cock screaming, my balls aching, and every muscle in my body locked tight with the effort of not cumming.

"I can." She looked me straight in the eye, and there was something in her gaze, and she said, "I can, Roland... Watch me."

And then she started moving on her own. Her hips began to grind against me in slow, deliberate circles, and her walls tightened around me like a fist closing, and I felt my breath catch.

I felt the world start to tilt, and I knew... I knew I was losing it.

"Eveline—"

"Don’t stop," she whispered. "Don’t you dare stop."

And I didn’t. I couldn’t.

I was lost in her, drowned in her, and consumed by her, and the cave walls echoed with the sound of our bodies, our breathing, and our voices, and the night stretched on, and the fire burned low, and we were still there, still together, still burning, and still hungry for more.

The beast wasn’t just out anymore. It had taken up residence.

I could feel it in the way my hands gripped her... not gently, not with the careful tenderness of a man who loved someone, but with the white-knuckled desperation of a man who was starving and had finally found something to eat.

My lungs burned.

My muscles burned.

Every nerve in my body was screaming at me to just give in, to let go, to let the fire consume everything.

And I did.

"Fuck," I growled, and it was the rawest, most honest sound I’d ever made. "Fuck, Eveline!

"You’re so hot! You’re so fucking hot it’s driving me insane!"

She didn’t say anything. She didn’t need to.

Her eyes said everything—the way they were half-lidded and dark, the way her lips were parted and wet, the way her whole body seemed to pulse with the same desperate need that was ripping through me.

I reached up and grabbed both of her breasts... both of them, with both hands, like I was trying to hold onto the only solid thing in a world that was spinning out of control, and I pulled.

I pulled her nipples away from my chest, away from the heat of my skin, and I pulled and pulled and pulled until the skin stretched taut, until her nipples were pulled to their absolute limit, and she let out a sound that was equal parts gasp and moan.

"NNNGH—!"

"You like that?" I rasped, my voice barely human, barely me. "You like when I stretch you out like that?"

She couldn’t answer. And she couldn’t speak at all.

Her mouth was open, her breath coming in short, jagged stabs, and her body was vibrating beneath me like a tuning fork that had been struck too hard.

Her pussy was melting around my cock... I could feel it... the walls were so wet, so impossibly slick, so warm that I swear I could feel my own cock sinking into her, deeper than I thought was possible, deeper than any man had ever been.

’I want to be inside her.’

’I want to be so deep inside her that there’s nothing left between us.’

’No air. No space. No world. Just her. Just me. Just this.’

"Eveline," I whispered, and it was the most desperate thing I’d ever said. "I want to go deeper..."

"I want to go so fucking deep inside you that you can feel me in your bones!"

"I want to be so close to you that I can feel your heartbeat against my cock."

She looked up at me, and for a moment... just a single, crystalline moment with her eyes cleared.

The haze lifted. And she saw me.

Really saw me.

Not the man who’d been careful with her, not the man who’d been gentle, but the man who was losing himself in her, who was drowning in her, and who was giving up everything for the chance to be this close to her.

And she reached up and cupped my face with both hands, her fingers trembling, her touch so soft it almost hurt, and she kissed me.

Not a hard kiss. And not a dominant kiss, but a tender one.

The kind of kiss that says, ’I’m here.’ I’ve got you. You’re safe with me.’

"Then go," she whispered against my lips. "Go as deep as you want... I’m not going anywhere."

And then I felt it... I felt my cock twitch. Not just a pulse, and not just a contraction.

A twitch, deep inside her, right at the very tip, pressing against the entrance to her womb, and Eveline’s whole body seized.

"Oh—oh God—" she breathed, and her hands tightened on my face, and her eyes went wide and glassy, and I could see the exact moment she felt it... the moment she felt me touch her womb, and it was like watching someone see God for the first time.

"You felt that?" I growled, and my voice was thick with need. "You felt me touch you?"

"Yes," she whispered. "Yes, I felt it...!"

"I felt you right there! Right inside me!"

And I pushed.

I pushed deeper, slowly and deliberately, and every millimeter was a revelation.

Every millimeter was a prayer.

I could feel her womb yielding to me, opening for me, welcoming me into its most sacred space, and the sensation was so intense, so overwhelming, that I had to close my eyes just to breathe.

"I want to be completely yours," she whispered against my lips, and her breath was the warmest thing I’d ever felt. "I want you to own every part of me...!"

"Every inch."

"Every pulse."

"Every breath."