The last chapter was a false alarm. This is the one you need to watch out for!

~AFM

Oh no. Oh no. Oh no.

Stayne nearly lunged at me with the syringe. I scrambled to get out of the way, but he got me anyways. I cried out when the syringe made contact with the skin on my collarbone. I felt him pump the intoxicating fluids into my bloodstream. My breath began to quicken, my sight blurred almost into a kaleidoscope, then I submerged into darkness.

When I awoke, I was in bed once again, what had happened? I wasn't sure. My vision was a little groggy. But, however, I was in a guest room in the castle, in a bed to be exact. I was wearing a baby blue silk nightgown. And I wasn't alone. I took a deep breath a turned to my left, a man laid next to me. I felt my stomach plummet. Oh please let it be who I hope it is...

I slowly peeled back the sheet to see... Hatter! My darling Hatter! I couldn't prevent myself from kissing him till my heart content. That sure woke him up. When he noticed it was me, his alarm turned to bliss. But his eyes weren't gold when he opened them... How peculiar...

Tarrant entangled his hand into my hair, the other hand firm on my hip. He slowly overpowered me and laid me on my back, oh dear. I know what comes after this. My heart made a leap at the thought, my cheeks inflamed. He slowly got on top of me without saying a word.

He smiled softly at me and lowered his lips onto mine. He tasted... different. He felt my hesitation and didn't waste any time, he ran his fingertips over the curves of my hips and lips moving to my neck. A tiny voice screamed in the back of my head to make him stop. But I didn't want him to stop. It was my Tarrant. His hands found the hems of my nightgown and began to lift it up.

"Hatter, I-" His lips fell back onto mine, one hand abandoning the bottom of my dress and creeping up to my breasts. I moaned softly into his mouth when his fingers brushed my left breast through the thin silk. He smirked in response and lowered the tiny straps of the dress. His other hand leaving the bottom of my dress and moving upwards to assist the other hand. He was so graceful.

His tongue swished across the creases of my neck, a pleasured gasp in reply. He chuckled in a deep tone, and with that, he removed the top of the nightgown from my hampered breasts. He looked at them hungrily, of course no corset, taking one in each hand, I whimpered softly, he squeezed hard, a little too hard, I winced. He ignored my actions and continued to grope my breasts. His eyes weren't the purple I suspected, but they remained neon green. It began to worry me...

"Hatter? Wh-" I was quickly cut off by a moan being strangled from my throat. I looked down at him, he had undertook on suckling my erect right nipple while rubbing my other with his thumb. My back arched, I trembled beneath him, bloody hell, this felt wonderful. I whimpered his name softly, it had no effect on him. I reached up and tugged the back of his hair, he did nothing but grunted softly. Okay, this was strange.

While he was busy suckling, his other hand that wasn't massaging my bosom moved back to the warm, sticky folds between my legs. He smiled a little, clearly proud of himself. He stroked me softly, making me shudder and moan. Then he found the entrance, and without any warning, he plunged his middle finger and index finger into me and began thrusting them fast and hard, to the point it hurt.

I bit my lip hard, I didn't want him to stop, but it did really hurt. "Tarrant, that hurts." He apparently took that as encouragement and only went harder, I cried out in pain. He sat up and quickly unbuckled his belt and lowered his trousers. His length was just as erect as my nipples, I felt myself blush intensely. He had little orange curls around it, regardless of our lust, it was actually kinda cute. But I didn't get to see it for long, he forced his huge length into me entirely. He groaned in pleasure, but it didn't sound like him at all. I'm surprised I could hear it over my pained yelp.

He quickly got down to business and thrusted with all his might. I expected our first time to be sweet, full of love and learning about one another. This isn't what I had pictured at all. A red flag in my mind shot up. This felt wrong. And I didn't like it anymore. It just hurt and he was the only one getting pleasure out of this, I decided to try to get him to stop. I began squirming a little and giving hints that I didn't like this. He didn't even notice, all his attention was put into going faster and harder. When I told him it hurt again and tried to put my hands on his chest as a sign to slow him down, his hands shot up and pinned mine to the bed. This isn't good.

I began to panic and told him to stop and he was hurting me, but that didn't stop us from both moaning with each thrust. I accidentally tightened the walls inside myself around him, I could feel him pulsing for the release. At the same time my core throbbed for the same, aching to finish this. Soon my cries of pain were replaced by lustful groans like his.

Within the next five minutes, I finally climaxed, with him doing the same inside me. We both moaned, I moaned his name, but he didn't say a word. He pulled out, we were both covered in hot, sticky juices. I blushed insanely hard and looked away. He didn't notice, he tucked himself away in his trousers and rebuckled his belt. I pulled the sheet over me and sat up.

"Tarrant? Where are you going?" I gave him my puppy dog eyes and batted them to add the right effect. He simp,ly brushed it off and stood up, he turned to me smiling.

"I have officially proven my love for you, Alice, dear. " Oh my god. This cannot be. He sounded just like...

He smirked and pulled out a vial, drank it's contents and turned into my worst fear. Ilosavic Stayne. Ilosavic Stayne has just made love to me.

He grinned and said "now the child is surely mine."