Page 43 of Whispers in the Quarter

“The transformative kind,” I murmur, recapturing her attention with a well-placed touch. “But right now, I’m far more interested in studying your reactions.”

No panties. Naughty, naughty, girl.

Her laugh turns to a gasp as I demonstrate exactly what kind of research I have in mind. My pointer finger slider through her folds gathering moisture to swirl around her clit. “You’re absolutely insane,” she manages.

“Brilliantly so,” I agree, watching her pupils dilate with scientific appreciation. “And you love it.” She doesn’t deny it. Instead, she pulls me closer, our kisses turning fierce and desperate. I run my hands through her hair, pulling her closer, as our breaths mingle and our bodies press together. We’re both mad, really—her with her poisons and vengeance, me with my brilliant chaos and hidden test subject. My hands explore her body, tracing lines down her back and pulling her hips against mine, as our passion intensifies.

The thought only makes me want her more.

My equipment keeps beeping its vital signs symphony from the other room, but Evangeline is too lost in our own dangerous experiment to question it further. Just as well. Some chemical reactions require perfect timing, after all.

And watching my Saint evolve while making my Chimera cry out in pleasure?

That’s just good science.

The line between scientist and madman blurs as I catalogue every reaction, every gasp, every chemical response her body offers. My hands shake with barely contained mania as I map her skin like unexplored territory.

“Tell me what happens,” I whisper against her throat, “when I do this.” My fingers press against her pulse point, feeling the rhythm of her heart quicken. My other hand slides between her thighs, tracing delicate patterns and eliciting a gasp from deep within her. She shudders as I press two fingers deep inside of her wet heat, then curl them just so, her heart rate spiking beautifully. “Fascinating. Again?”

“Lucas,” she moans, half warning, half plea. Her hips rolling toward me. Begging me for more. More. More.

“Shhh, let me study you.” I’m practically vibrating with manic energy now, moving from gentle scientist to something darker. “Every reaction, every response...” My grip tightens on her throat, just shy of dangerous. “The way fear and arousal share such similar molecular structures.”

Her eyes go wide, but she doesn’t pull away. If anything, she arches closer. Oh, my beautiful Chimera understands this dance between danger and desire.

And the wetness that pours from her. Well now. That is why I press a little harder.

“Should I be concerned,” she gasps as my teeth find her shoulder, “about how much you’re enjoying this?”

I laugh against her skin, the sound perhaps a touch too unhinged. “Science requires thorough documentation, darling. And you...” I twist my fingers just so, making her cry out, “are my favorite experiment.”

The monitors in the other room keep their steady rhythm, but I’m lost in a different kind of data collection now. The exact pressure that makes her whimper. The precise angle that makes her beg. The perfect formula of pain and pleasure that turns my deadly Chimera to liquid beneath my hands.

I push her back onto the desk, scattering papers and vials. My fingers never stop their relentless exploration as I lean over her, drinking in every reaction. Her chest heaves, pupils blown wide with a cocktail of chemicals I know intimately.

“Tell me, my Chimera,” I purr, voice low and dangerous. “What do you feel when I do this?” I curl my fingers inside her, pressing against that perfect spot while my thumb circles her clit with scientific precision.

She arches off the desk, a strangled cry escaping her lips. “Fuck, Lucas,” she gasps. “I feel... I feel...”

“Everything,” I finish for her, increasing the pressure. “Every nerve ending singing. Every synapse firing. Your body is its own perfect laboratory, and I intend to study it thoroughly.”

Her hands scrabble for purchase on the smooth surface of the desk as I drive her higher. I catalogue every twitch, every moan, storing the data for later analysis. The steady beep of monitors from the other room provides a surreal backdrop to our dangerous dance.

“Lucas,” she pants, desperation clear in her voice. “Please...”

“Please what, my darling?” I ask, slowing my movements to a torturous pace. “Use your words. Be specific. For science, of course.”

She growls in frustration, hips bucking against my hand. “Fuck me Lucas.Now.”

“Such impatience,” I tsk, but I can’t deny the thrill her words send through me. I lean down, nipping at her earlobe. “But science demands precision. Tell me exactly what you want.”

She grabs my hair, yanking my head back to meet my gaze. Her eyes are wild, dangerous. “I want you inside me. Hard. Fast. I want you to fuck me like you’re running one of your mad experiments, pushing every limit until I break apart.”

Oh, my beautiful, brilliant Chimera. She knows exactly how to ignite the chaos within me.

In one fluid motion, I undo my belt and free myself from my trousers. I position myself at her entrance, teasing her with just the tip. “You want to be my test subject?” I growl, my control slipping. “To see how much pleasure the human body can withstand before it shatters?”

“Yes,” she hisses, arching against me. “Show me, Lucas. Show me what happens when brilliance meets madness.”

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