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The symmetry is almost too perfect.

I adjust my angle, hitting that perfect spot inside her with each slow, deliberate thrust. My free hand snakes between us, fingers finding her clit with scientific precision. The change in her is immediate—back arching, breath catching, a low moan escaping her lips.

“Lucas,” she gasps, my name a prayer or perhaps a warning.

“Shhh,” I soothe, though my own voice shakes with manic energy. “Let me document every reaction, every beautiful...” I emphasis with a particularly sharp thrust, “...response.”

Her eyes flutter closed as pleasure overwhelms her, but I won’t have that. “Eyes on me,” I command, voice low and dangerous. “I want to watch every microexpression as you come apart.”

She forces her eyes open, meeting my gaze with a mixture of defiance and desperation. Perfect. I increase the pressure on her clit, timing my thrusts to hit that perfect spot inside her with each movement. Her breathing grows ragged, muscles tensing as she climbs higher.

“Tell me,” I pant, my own control slipping. “What do you feel?”

“Everything,” she gasps. “Too much. Not enough. Lucas, please?—”

I silence her with a bruising kiss, swallowing her moans as I drive us both toward the edge. The monitors in the other room reach a frenzied pace, my Saint’s transformation reaching its apex just as my Chimera begins to shatter.

“Let go,” I growl against her mouth. “Show me what happens when brilliance combusts.”

With a cry that mingles beautifully with the crescendo of beeps from the other room, she comes undone. I watch in fascination as pleasure washes over her in waves, cataloging every twitch, every gasp, every beautiful chemical reaction.

My own release follows moments later, the world narrowing to pinpricks of light as ecstasy floods my system. For a moment, there is nothing but this—the exquisite feeling of molecular structures rearranging

When reality reasserts itself, I’m laughing softly against her collarbone, probably sounding completely unhinged. Papers and evidence litter the floor around us like aftermath of a particularly explosive experiment.

“You’re trembling,” she observes, touching my still-shaking hands.

“Side effect of genius,” I dismiss, though we both know it’s more than that. The nights when my brilliance threatens to consume me entirely, only her darkness keeps me tethered.

A sudden spike in the monitor readings makes me tense. My other experiment needs attention.

“Go,” she says, already straightening her clothes with practiced grace. “Take care of whatever’s making those machines so excited. I need to prepare for tonight anyway.”

If she suspects what—or who—is in my private lab, she doesn’t say. My beautiful Chimera, always knowing when to ask questions and when to trust in chaos.

She leans down to adjust her dress my cum sliding down her legs. Cum she doesn’t clean up.

Fucking perfection.

“Tonight will be interesting,” I tell her as she heads for the door. “Though perhaps not in the way you’re planning.”

She pauses, looking back with those deadly eyes that first drew me in. “Just... be careful with your experiments, Lucas. Some reactions, once started, can’t be controlled.”

I grin, probably looking as mad as I feel. “My dear, that’s exactly what makes them fascinating.”

After she leaves, I return to my other subject. Ethan’s readings show significant changes—neural pathways reforming, moral structures realigning. Soon my Saint will wake to his new evolution, and the real experiment can begin.

I hum as I adjust his IV, my hands still trembling with lingering mania and spent passion. “She’s right, you know,” I tell his unconscious form. “Some reactions can’t be controlled. But then...” I check the compound levels with perhaps too much enthusiasm, “those are always the most exciting ones to observe.”

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