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“Good girl.”
I line up and push in slowly, watching every inch disappear inside her. Echo’s head tips back, a broken sound leaving her throat as I fill her. I don’t stop until I’m buried deep, hips flush against hers, and then I stay there, letting her feel the stretch.
“Fuck,” I grit out. “You take me so fucking well.” I start moving, deep, hard strokes that rock the bed, every ounce of patience I had burned through a long fucking time ago. Echo’s hands scramble against my back, her nails biting in as I drive into her. “That’s it,” I tell her. “Take it. Take every inch.”
Her power rises under her skin, answering the surge of my hellfire the way it always does. The bond between us lights up, and I feel every flicker of pleasure that rolls through her.
I shift the angle and thrust harder as the headboard knocks against the wall.
“Say it,” I order. “Tell me who you belong to.”
“You,” she gasps. “I belong to you.”
“Louder.”
“You, Carnage. Fuck!”
I pull out suddenly, ignoring her frustrated sound, and flip her onto her stomach. Before she can push up, I grab her hips and haul her onto her knees, chest down, ass up. One hand plants between her shoulder blades to keep her there, while the other lines me back up and drives in hard from behind.
Echo cries out into the sheets, the new angle dragging a deeper, broken sound out of her. I set a rough, relentless pace, hips slamming against her ass hard enough that the bedframe groans. Every thrust forces a fresh noise from her throat.
“Fuck! Look at you,” I growl. “Ass up, taking my cock like you were made for it. My old lady. My siren. Mine.”
Her power surges harder in answer, wrapping around my hellfire until the whole room seems to hum with it. Heat rolls across my skin, sparks flashing at the edges of my vision as her power crashes into mine. The bond between us tightens, feeding every thrust back and forth until I can feel exactly how close she is.
I reach around and find her clit, rubbing tight, filthy circles while I keep pounding into her.
“You feel that?” I demand, my voice low and rough. “That’s me inside you. Claiming every fucking inch. No more running. No more hiding. You’re mine now, and I’m going to fuck you until that fact is burned into your bones.”
Echo moans into the pillow, pushing back to meet every stroke. Her power spikes again, stronger this time, and I feel the answering roar of my hellfire under my skin. The chemistry between us is almost violent, heat, pressure, and pure need colliding with every thrust.
“You’re gonna come on my cock,” I tell her, my voice absolute. “And when you do, you’re gonna scream my name so the whole goddamn clubhouse knows who you belong to. Clear?”
She nods frantically, already breaking. “God, yes!”
I work her clit harder, thrust deeper, giving her everything.
“Come for me, Echo. Right-fucking-now.”
The first wave hits her hard, her pussy clamping down around me so tight it steals my breath. A raw, broken cry tears out of her, my name loud and desperate, and her power detonates through the bond. “Carnage!”
Hellfire and siren song slam together with zero restraint.
The force of it is immediate and violent. A shockwave explodes outward from where our bodies are joined, strong enough to rattle the walls. The lights overhead shatter in a spray of glass and sparks. The bedframe cracks clean in half beneath us with a sharp, splintering roar, dropping the mattress and both of us several inches as wood and metal give way. Heat surges through the room, my hellfire flaring bright and uncontrolled, while at the same time water erupts into the air in sudden, violent bursts. Fine droplets and swirling sheets of it materialize from nothing, spinning around us in tight, glittering arcs that never quite touch our skin, soaking the walls, the floor, and the wrecked remains of the bed.
Smoke and scorched wood fill the room, mixed with the sharp tang of salt water from the spray of Echo’s power left dripping down the walls. I feel every pulse of her orgasm like it’s my own, and I don’t ease up. I keep driving into her through it, my thumb still working her clit, forcing the climax to keep rolling even as the room comes apart around us.
She tries to drop forward from the intensity, but I hold her hips up and fuck her straight through the second wave. Another moan rips out of her, higher, almost a sob, and I feel her pulse around me again, and again. Each aftershock feeds the magic harder. Another surge of power tears through the bond, brighter and hotter, and the remaining windows blow outward in a rain of glass. Plaster cracks and floats down from the ceiling. The swirling water intensifies, whipping faster, while streaks of hellfire lick along the walls without catching, painting the destruction in flickering orange light.
“That’s it,” I snarl. “Keep coming. Give me every fucking drop.”
A third wave crashes over her. She’s sobbing my name now, completely gone, her body locking and releasing in waves that don’t stop. Her power keeps surging, winding through my hellfire until both powers move as one. The combined force of it sends one final, brutal shockwave outward. The doorframe splinters, the dresser topples and smashes. Water, heat, and raw power tear through the room until nothing is left untouched.
Only when the worst of it eases do I let myself follow.
I slam in deep and come hard, burying myself to the hilt as I empty into her with a low, guttural roar that I can finally let out instead of choking down. “Echo!” The bond flares one last time, her power surging into mine, mine answering just as hard, until there’s nothing between us but heat, connection, and the certainty that we both chose this, locked together in the middle of the wreckage, the mattress half-collapsed beneath us, water still dripping from the ceiling, the air thick with the scent of salt, smoke, and sex.
I stay buried inside her while the last aftershocks fade, one hand still gripping her hip, the other braced on what’s left of the mattress. When I finally ease us both down onto our sides, still joined, I wrap an arm around her waist and pull her tight against my chest amid the debris.
