The chapel reeked of jasmine and sin. Yun Tianchen leaned against the altar, one foot propped against the sacred stone as if it were just another piece of furniture. The cross above him cast a shadow across his face, turning his smirk into something demonic.

She stood frozen in the doorway, heart hammering. How had he found her here? This was supposed to be her sanctuary — the one place the fallen angel couldn't reach her.

"You shouldn't look so surprised, little sinner," he drawled, pushing away from the altar and stalking toward her. Each step echoed through the empty chapel, a countdown to her surrender. "Did you really think I wouldn't track you down?"

She stumbled backward, but he moved faster — too fast for a human — and caught her wrist, pinning her against the closed door. His body pressed against hers, hot and hard, leaving no room for escape.

"Let me go," she whispered, but her hands betrayed her, already sliding up his chest.

"No."

One word, growled against her ear like a promise and a threat. His free hand tangled in her hair, yanking her head back until her neck was exposed. His lips brushed the sensitive skin there, teeth grazing just hard enough to make her gasp.

"You belong to me," he murmured, his voice sending shivers down her spine. "From the moment I first saw you, you were mine."

He bit down gently, then soothed the mark with his tongue. "Heaven wants you destroyed. Hell wants you back."

His hand slid under her skirt, fingers brushing the lace of her panties. Her hips arched against him involuntarily, a silent begging that made him chuckle darkly.

"And me?"

He lifted his head, those golden eyes burning into hers with an intensity that should have terrified her. Instead, it made her ache.

"I want to corrupt you completely."

His fingers pushed past the lace barrier, finding her already wet and wanting. A moan escaped her as he teased that sensitive spot, his thumb circling her clit with ruthless precision.

"Look at you," he purred. "A fallen angel's whore, and you're already dripping for me."

She tried to look away, but his grip on her hair tightened.

"No. Look at me while I make you come. I want you to see exactly who's ruining you."

His fingers moved faster, harder, and she could feel the pressure building inside her — that delicious, inevitable release he was determined to wrench from her body. Her legs trembled, her breath coming in ragged gasps as he brought her to the edge and held her there, a sadistic smile playing on his lips.

"Beg for it," he commanded, his voice rough with desire.

"Please..." she whimpered, humiliation burning hot in her cheeks. "Please make me come."

"That's my good little sinner."

He kissed her as he pushed her over the edge, his tongue invading her mouth as her body convulsed against his. Her vision blurred, pleasure crashing over her in wave after wave as he continued to finger her through her orgasm, prolonging it until she was trembling and breathless in his arms.

When she finally came down, he withdrew his hand slowly, bringing his glistening fingers to his mouth and sucking them clean with an obscenely satisfied groan.

"You taste like heaven," he murmured against her lips. "How ironic."

Before she could respond, he kissed her again — hard, possessive, claiming. His hands roamed her body with ruthless hunger, cupping her breast and squeezing her ass as if he couldn't get enough of her.

"They're coming for you," he whispered when he finally broke the kiss, his voice suddenly serious. "Heaven's hunters. They think you're the reason I fell."

He nipped at her bottom lip, his fingers tangling in her hair once more.

"But they're wrong," he growled, his eyes blazing with dangerous intensity. "I chose this. I chose you. And I'll burn down anyone who tries to take you from me."

He kissed her again, softer this time but no less possessive.

"You're mine now, little sinner. Body, soul, and every drop of holy juice between your legs."

His hand slid down to cup her sex through her ruined panties, his fingers pressing against her sensitive clit until she moaned into his mouth.

"And when they come for us..."

He lifted his head, his eyes promising violence and pleasure in equal measure.

"We'll give them a show they'll never forget."

He crashed his lips against hers once more, his tongue dominating hers as his hands explored every inch of her body. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she knew this was wrong — that aligning herself with a fallen angel would only lead to more destruction.

But as his fingers found their way back inside her, and his hips ground against hers with desperate need, she couldn't bring herself to care.

Yun Tianchen was fire and sin and forbidden desire personified — and she was already burning.