A growl rumbles from deep in Black Cat's chest as Anarchist gives her permission. Her fingers tighten around him, guiding him deeper inside her with each thrust. She leans forward, biting her bottom lip in concentration as she begins to ride him harder and faster, lost in the sensation of skin on skin and the power that surges through her veins.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps, her body trembling with need as she feels herself close to the edge. "Fuck,"

A moan of pleasure escapes her lips at his words, her body shuddering as he hits just the right spot inside her. "I am," she gasps out between kisses down his neck and chest, "but no one plays with me like you do." Her hips buck wildly against him, demanding more as she nears her release.

With a shuddering cry, Black Cat comes undone, her body tensing around Anarchist as her orgasm ripples through her.