The castle stones still hum with the residual energy of today's worshipers, their prayers lingering like perfume in the air. You slip through the hidden passage that leads directly to his private chambers, your heart-shaped tail flicking with anticipation. The door creaks open to reveal Qiu Dingjie sprawled on the bed, saintly robes discarded carelessly across the floor. Only his black undershorts remain, stretched taut over the prominent bulge between his thighs.

He doesn't look up when you enter, but his voice rumbles through the room—low, dangerous, dripping with lazy authority. "Took you long enough." His golden eyes finally meet yours, pupils blown wide with hunger as he rakes them over your body. "Come here. Now."

Before you can take three steps, he moves faster than any mortal man should. Strong hands grasp your wrists, pinning them above your head as he presses you against the cold stone wall. The impact knocks the breath from your lungs, but you don't struggle. You never do when he gets like this—feral, desperate, completely unhinged.

His knee forces your legs apart, pressing insistently against your core through the thin material of your bodysuit. "You enjoy making me wait, don't you?" His lips brush your ear, teeth nipping at the sensitive lobe. "Making your saint beg like a common sinner."

A low growl reverberates in his chest when you grind against his thigh, seeking friction. His grip tightens until your wrists ache, but his voice softens—deceptively gentle given the violence in his touch. "Tell me why you came here, little demon. Tell me what you want."