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I’m shaking, my thighs tight around his shoulders, completely gone for him.

And he still doesn’t stop.

He keeps going.

Two fingers curled deep, his tongue working steady circles over my clit, and every time I try to twist away from the intensity, he just pins my hips harder and stays right there. The pressure builds fast, heat coiling low in my stomach, my thighs shaking against his shoulders, my breath coming in short, broken gasps.

I can feel him through our bond. That dark, focused hunger rolling straight into me, feeding off every sound I make. My siren answers without permission, rising sharp and bright, wrapping around his hellfire until the whole room feels charged.

He adds a third finger.

The stretch pulls a broken noise out of me, but he doesn’t slow. Just keeps that same ruthless rhythm, his tongue flat and relentless, his fingers driving deep. Sweat slides down my temples. My nails dig into his scalp. The sheets are fisted so tight in my other hand my knuckles ache.

I’m right there… right on the fucking edge, and he knows it. The bond spikes hot between us, his tongue lashing against my clit as the soundless motion of a groan rolls through him, and that’s what does it.

The orgasm hits hard.

My back arches clear off the mattress. “Fuck, Carnage…” My thighs clamp around his head. Every muscle locks as the wave tears through me, endless. I hear myself cry out, my voice cracked and loud, and he just keeps working me through it, his tongue and fingers never stopping, dragging every last pulse out of me until I’m shaking, oversensitive, and completely wrecked.

When it finally starts to ease, he slows and gives me one last slow lick that makes my entire body jump, then lifts his head.

His mouth is wet. His eyes almost black. His chest heaving.

He crawls back up my body, still braced on one arm, and looks down at me like he’s waiting for the next yes.

I’m still breathing hard, my thighs trembling, the aftershocks still flickering through the bond. I reach up, grab the back of his neck, and pull him down until our foreheads touch.

“More,” I manage. “I want all of you.”

His eyes close for half a second. When they open again, the heat in them is almost unbearable.

He shifts, lining himself up, the thick head of his cock dragging through the mess he already made of me. The contact alone makes my hips twitch. He holds there, giving me one last chance to change my mind.

I wrap my legs around his waist and pull.

He sinks in slowly, inch by inch, stretching me open, filling me until I can feel him everywhere. The burn is sharp and perfect, and the second he’s fully seated, his hellfire crashes straight into my siren song. The collision tears through me so hard my vision flashes white.

Carnage goes still, his forehead pressed to mine, my whole body shaking with the effort of holding back.

I dig my heels into his back. “Move!”

He does, slowly.

Deep, controlled strokes that drag every inch of him against me. I can feel how hard he’s holding back, his muscles locked tight under my hands, his breath harsh against my cheek.

“Fuck,” I breathe out. “You feel so good.”

His eyes snap to mine. The amber is almost gone, swallowed by black. He rolls his hips harder on the next thrust, his jaw falling open as his throat strains around a groan that never makes it past his lips. The sound may be gone, but his face gives me everything his voice can’t, jaw clenched tight, eyes burning as a rough breath leaves him. His forehead drops to my shoulder for a second, like he’s hanging on by a fucking thread.

I dig my nails into his back. “Don’t hold back. I can take it.”

That breaks something open in him. He drives in deeper, his pace picking up, every thrust punching a broken sound out of me. The bed creaks under us. Sweat slides between our bodies. His hellfire surges, and my siren rises to meet it, wrapping around him like she’s been waiting for this exact moment.

“Yes… just like that.”

Carnage’s hand finds mine and pins it above my head, our fingers laced tight. His other arm braces beside my head so he can look at me while he fucks me. Every time he bottoms out, I feel the shudder that runs through him, the way his control slips a little more.

He’s close. I can feel it, that sharp, desperate edge, and it’s dragging me right back up with him.