A slow, throbbing heat coiled within Lucian's core, his desire clawing beneath the thin barrier of his clothes. The hunger simmered—dark, relentless—as his gaze locked onto Lillith's delicate features. Breathtaking. Untouched. A vision begging to be ruined.
His eyes flickered crimson as the 'Fiery Eyes' ability activated, invisible marks blooming across her flawless skin. One just below the curve of her ear, another teasing the edge of her upper lip, and a third nestled at the tender hollow of her neck. A map of temptation, laid bare only for him.
Lillith's eyes lingered on him, flickers of surprise dancing in their depths. She hadn't seen him like this before—the frail, timid boy was gone. What stood before her now was a predator cloaked in human skin.
"You've... changed so much, Lucian," she murmured, her voice soft yet laced with something uncertain. Her eyes traced the sharp lines of his jaw, the lean muscle sculpted beneath his shirt. "You're... handsome now. That hairstyle suits you... perfectly."
Lucian's lips curled—a slow, predatory smile. "And you, Lillith... you look as though time has forgotten you. Beautiful... ripe..." His voice dipped lower, almost a whisper. "Not old at all... just... experienced."
A faint blush crept across her cheeks, though she quickly masked it with a nervous laugh. "Oh, stop teasing me. I'm just an old woman now."
"Old?" Lucian's gaze flicked over her form—every curve, every soft swell beneath the tight fabric of her top. "You don't look old to me. You look... perfect."
Her breath caught—just for a second. But he saw it. He felt it.
He guided her into the living room, fingers brushing against hers as he took her luggage. Every stolen touch was a silent claim. A gentle reminder that she was no longer the one in control.
"Where's your husband... your daughter?" he asked, his voice calm, but the weight behind it suffocating.
"They're still in Germany... I came alone... business trip..."
Alone.
The word tasted sweet on his tongue.
Lucian fetched her a glass of water, watching as her lips wrapped around the rim—soft, wet, begging to be devoured. His mind spiraled into darker places—visions of breaking her inch by inch until she was begging for the very thing she should fear.
His thoughts danced through endless corrupted fantasies—scenes from forbidden stories he'd devoured in secret. Mothers seduced. Sons corrupted. And now, with the power of The Eros Nexus System coursing through him, those fantasies were no longer bound by imagination.
He would unravel her.
Piece by piece.
They sat across from each other, the air between them heavy—tainted. Lillith peppered him with innocent questions, oblivious to the storm quietly brewing beneath his calm facade. When he admitted he had no girlfriend, her brows lifted in surprise.
"With your looks... I doubt that will last long."
He leaned forward, his voice a low murmur. "Maybe I was just... waiting for the right woman."
Her breath hitched—but she quickly masked it with a smile, brushing off his words as harmless teasing. Poor, naive little Lillith...
The trap was already closing.
When she insisted on cooking dinner, Lucian's mind spun with predatory delight. He let her think it was her idea—guiding her without her even realizing.
"You should shower first... unwind a little," he suggested, voice gentle. "I'll handle things here."
Her eyes flicked to him—soft, trusting. So easy.
"Alright... but only if you promise to let me guide you after."
A promise he had no intention of keeping.
Lucian's fingers traced the waistband of his pants—pants gifted by The Eros Nexus Store. The fabric clung to his swelling length, leaving nothing to the imagination. By the time Lillith emerged from the shower, her damp hair clinging to her neck, the faint scent of her floral shampoo clinging to the air—he was ready.
She busied herself in the kitchen, oblivious to the predator circling behind her.
Lucian joined her, brushing against her as he offered to help. His fingers lingered against hers—just a whisper of contact. But with 'Fiery Eyes' guiding him, he knew exactly where to touch.
Exactly how to make her body betray her.
"There's... something on your ear, Lillith." His voice was a velvet murmur, his fingers brushing the crimson mark. He felt her body jolt—an almost imperceptible tremor. "Here... let me..."
His thumb traced the sensitive flesh, slow and deliberate. Her breath caught—soft, shaky. A suppressed moan slipped past her lips before she could choke it down.
Ahhhh...
Lucian's smile stretched wider.
"Are you okay...?" His other hand found her neck, fingers ghosting over the second mark. "You're trembling..."
Her face flushed crimson, panic flickering in her eyes as she pulled away—too quickly. Too desperate.
"I'm fine! I-It's nothing... just tired..."
Liar.
He could see it—the way her chest rose and fell just a little faster. The way her thighs subtly pressed together as if trying to chase away the ache he was planting deep inside her.
Lucian backed off—for now.
He played the concerned gentleman, offering to take over the cooking. She couldn't refuse him—not when her mind was already unraveling beneath his touch.
As they stood side by side, Lillith leaned in to pinch his cheeks—a teasing gesture from the woman who had once seen him as nothing but a boy. He let her come close, luring her into his trap.
Just as planned, she stumbled—falling straight into his arms.
He caught her easily, pressing her body flush against his. Her soft curves molded against his chest—his hardening length grinding subtly against her hips. The air crackled—thick, suffocating.
"Lillith... are you alright? Did I hurt you?"
His breath was hot against her ear, his fingers splayed across the small of her back. She froze—caught between fear and something darker.
Something she couldn't quite name.
Something he would teach her to crave.
"I'm... fine..."
Lucian's hand lingered—just a second too long.
He leaned in, his lips brushing against the shell of her ear.
"You feel so warm... Lillith..."
Her breath stuttered.
The corruption had already begun.
Chapter Over... Stay tuned for the next chapter