Page 40 of Chaos Carnival

“What, nearly die?” My tone lacked my usual bite. I couldn't find it in me to push him away when all I wanted was to pull him closer.

“That’s the one.” His voice was warm, a rumble against my skin that sent pleasant shivers through me. “You’re much nicer when I’m half-dead.”

I laughed, feeling reckless and alive in a way I'd never experienced before. “Shut up and get inside me.”

His answering grin was equal parts challenging and triumphant as he kissed me again. “Mmm, is my needy slut back? I really missed her.”

My cheeks flamed, but I wasn't going to back down with all this need thrumming through me. “Maverick,” I moaned, but he was already lining himself up, rubbing the head of his cock through my slick arousal, teasing me.

“You're so ready for me, monstre.” His voice was rough, sending currents of desire straight to my core.

“Hurry up.” I pressed closer, pleading for him to fill me already.

Instead, he pulled back, a devilish glint in his eye. “Tell me you want my cock, monstre.”

My cheeks flared hotter, but I couldn’t deny what we both knew. “I want your fucking cock!” The words came out like a challenge, urging him on.

He didn't need to be told again. With a growl of satisfaction, he surged forward, meeting my hips as I snapped mine up to his. He slid inside, stretching me and we both stilled for a moment, savoring the sensation.

And then we moved, thrusting hard and furiously. The bed creaked beneath us, threatening to collapse from the force. The headboard banged rhythmically against the wall, an echo of each impact.

His hips slammed into mine, again and again, driving my pleasure higher. The way he moved, the drag of his length within my sensitive walls, sent me spiraling toward oblivion. Every movement ignited something deep within, something that had been starving for this connection, for him.

Our mouths met in a kiss that tasted of sweat and desire. Our tongues clashed in a battle as fierce as our bodies' rhythms. Teeth grazed, lips bruised, but I didn't care. I wanted this, wanted him, with an intensity that scared me even as it thrilled me.

Maverick's hands tightened on my hips, his grip almost bruising as he pulled out and flipped me over. My breath caught at the way he bent me to his will, but I didn't protest as he lined himself up and drove back inside with a force that made me curse.

“Fuck.” The word came out in a hiss as he sunk deep, the slight burn of pleasure-pain filling me deliciously.

He held me down, strong hands trapping my wrists to the mattress, his weight a delicious pressure along my spine. His hot breath ghosted my neck, his swollen length sliding out and back in with agonizing slowness.

I moaned at a sharp tug on my hair, the sting heightening the pleasure as he pulled my head back, exposing my throat. “You like it when I take you like this, don't you, monstre?”

“Yes.” My voice was a whimper, a plea, and an encouragement all in one. I loved submitting to Maverick, and only Maverick.

Every wicked game he played, every delicious torment, served to make me yearn for more. I wanted to be his plaything, his toy to do with as he wished.

I craved for him to take me to the edge and beyond.

He lifted a knee, planting his foot beside me. The change in angle had me crying out, meeting his thrusts as he filled me more completely. “How's this?” he murmured, his voice a low, sinful rumble.

I couldn't help the demanding tone that slipped into my response. “Harder.” I wanted him to take me with force, to claim me completely. I wanted to feel him everywhere.

As if reading my mind, he snapped his hips forward, causing the bed to creak and groan in protest beneath us. “You insatiable, little witch,” he teased, his breath hot against my ear. “Can't get enough, can you? Can't get enough of me pounding you into submission.”

My answer was a moan, a plea for more. “Never enough,” I whispered. I bit my lip, wishing I could deny it, but the evidence of my need was throbbing between my legs, eager for more.

“What are you insatiable for, my hungry little whore?” He bit down gently, tugging at my earlobe with his teeth. “Spit it out.”

The words tumbled from my lips, spurred on by my desire. “Your cock, Maverick. Shut up and give it to me.” My voice was breathless, and my heart pounded as I demanded what my body craved.

A shudder ran through him, his grip on my hair tightening. “Good girl.” His voice was rough as he snapped his hips hard, setting a brutal pace.

The headboard thumped, a steady beat that only served to heighten my arousal. My eyes closed as my body welcomed each powerful punch. Our moans filled the room, drowning out the noise of our frenzied movements. The world around me blurred as my senses ignited, the pleasure spinning me into a whirlwind of sensation. Each thrust pushed me further over the edge, my body climbing higher and higher, chasing that peak.

Maverick's onslaught became wilder, more erratic, as he chased his own release. His breath came in desperate pants, matching the rhythm of our bodies. The air was thick with the sounds of our passion—the wet slap of skin, the creak of the bed threatening to break at any moment, and our frantic, heavy breathing. It was a symphony of desire, each note bringing me closer to the precipice.

And then we shattered in unison, our cries and the sound of our heartbeats filling the room. Pleasure crashed over me in relentless waves, my body convulsing and milking him for everything he had until he fell apart, collapsing onto me, his weight a delicious pressure that pinned me to the mattress, exactly where I wanted to be.

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