Deep within the royal bedchamber, the scents of blood and lust mingled in the darkness. Lin Xi was thrown onto the black silk-draped royal bed by Lucifer. The wound on her shoulder reopened from the rough handling, staining the silk a deep crimson. Waves of dizziness washed over her from the blood loss, yet she forced herself to sit up. Chaos energy surged restlessly beneath the reweaving contract markings.
Lucifer stood by the bedside, methodically unfastening his blood-stained armor. The clinking of metal components hitting the floor echoed sharply in the silence. His bare torso bulged with taut muscles, crisscrossed by old and new scars. The dark gold wolf emblem on his chest, mirroring hers, glowed fiercely in the dim light. His crimson pupils locked onto her, like a predator fixated on its dying prey.
"Now," he leaned forward, his knee wedging between her legs, trapping her in a confined space. His scorching breath brushed her neck. "Let us continue... our interrupted 'conversation'."
His fingers traced the gruesome wound on her shoulder. His fingertips carried a trace of dark gold energy, like a red-hot branding iron pressed against the torn flesh.
"Ugh!" Lin Xi threw her head back in pain, her neck arching into a fragile curve. A fine sheen of cold sweat instantly covered her forehead. The Chaos Power instinctively fought back, but it was locked down by the more intricate contract imprint, colliding futilely within her meridians.
"Does it hurt?" Lucifer chuckled softly, pressing his fingertips deeper, nearly digging into her bone. "Remember this feeling. This is the price for defying me." His other hand tore open her already tattered black robe, revealing the pale skin beneath, now covered in dark golden patterns. The fresh contract mark spread from her shoulder to her waist, pulsing beneath her skin like a living thing, resonating with the wolf mark on his chest.
Lin Xi bit through her lower lip, the metallic taste of blood filling her mouth. She tried to push him away, but her wrists were easily seized and twisted behind her back. This position exposed her even more to him, the humiliation like poisonous vines coiling around her heart.
"Let go..." Her voice trembled with pain and fury.
"Let go?" Lucifer's fangs grazed her sensitive collarbone, sending a shiver through her. "After you stabbed me in the heart?" He thrust forward abruptly, his heavy desire pressing against her most vulnerable spot through the fabric, carrying an unmistakable threat and aggression. "Tell me, Lin Xi, does your ridiculous 'my own way' include resisting me in bed?"
His fingers slid slowly down the hollow of her spine. Wherever they touched, the contract mark burned hot, triggering a more violent collision of two forces within her. An unfamiliar, forcibly awakened desire mingled with intense pain and bone-deep terror, nearly drowning her sanity.
"Or perhaps," his lips brushed her earlobe, his voice low as a demon's whisper, "you're actually anticipating it? Anticipating being utterly conquered by me, anticipating this body... collapsing completely under my touch, surrendering?"
"Get... out..." Lin Xi forced the broken syllables through clenched teeth, yet her body trembled slightly, uncontrollably, under his skilled teasing. The contract mark seemed to become the switch controlling her senses, each touch delivering overwhelming stimulation.
Lucifer savored the struggle of humiliation and the creeping loss of control in her eyes, his crimson pupils filled with sated darkness. He released his grip on her wrists, instead wrapping his hands around her waist, pressing her closer to him.
"Too late," he declared, his scorching kisses tracing down her neck, licking the bleeding wound and leaving behind a wet, burning sting and tingling sensation. His movements were brutal and possessive, leaving new marks on her pale skin that intertwined with the dark gold contract patterns, forming a depraved and eerie tableau.
When his knee forcefully parted her legs, Lin Xi struggled violently, the Chaos Power erupting with its final strength in desperation, attempting to throw him off!
Lucifer's eyes blazed crimson! He seized her throat—not to kill her, but to pin her down on the bed. Dark-gold energy became the most unyielding shackles, crushing every ounce of her resistance.
"It seems," he panted, veins throbbing on his temples as lust and fury boiled within him, "you require a deeper... lesson."
Without warning, he thrust into her with brutal force.
A tearing agony made Lin Xi's vision blacken, a broken whimper escaping her throat. Her body felt as if it were being split apart. The contract mark, seared by the extreme stimulation, glowed with a blinding light, frantically absorbing the energy and pain of their union.
Lucifer paused for a moment, feeling the violent spasms and contractions within her. He lowered his head, licking away the physiological tears seeping from the corners of her eyes, his movements carrying a cruel tenderness.
"Feel it?" he began moving slowly and deeply, each thrust punishingly forceful, striking her most sensitive and fragile places. "This is the true 'marking.' Inside and out, completely and utterly."
The pain gradually transformed into a twisted pleasure, exploding along every nerve ending connected by the contract's imprint. Lin Xi's nails dug deep into the muscles of his back, leaving bloody marks—whether she sought to push him away or craved more, she didn't know. Her consciousness drifted between waves of agony and ecstasy. Lucifer's essence, his power, his possession—like poisoned nectar—poured into her soul, forced open.
She was a wrecked ship in a storm, tossed and sinking only to his rhythm. Her will to resist shattered with each collision, her body instinctively yielding to this brutal invasion. The light of their pact grew brighter, binding them in an inescapable embrace.
Lucifer watched her dazed eyes, listened to her uncontrollable moans, and growled with satisfaction, his movements growing wilder. He leaned down, his fangs piercing the mark upon her neck once more, completing the final spiritual imprint in the ultimate act of possession.
When all was still, Lin Xi lay limp upon the disheveled bed like a broken doll, her body covered in bruises and bite marks. The dark gold patterns of the contract glowed fiercely upon her skin, like newly formed flesh. Lucifer hovered above her, his fingers tangled in her sweat-dampened hair. His crimson pupils held insatiable desire and absolute dominance.
"Remember tonight," he murmured hoarsely, his voice thick with possessiveness as he traced the marks he'd carved into her skin. "Your body, your soul, everything you are... already belongs to me."
He lowered his head, licking the dried blood from her lips.
"Next time, our 'conversation' will be far more interesting."