Nathan's body kept twisting in pain, his face pale, cold sweat dripping down in streams. The agony in his stomach only worsened—like a thousand shards of ice stabbing straight into his organs.
"Ahh… beautiful," Lilith whispered, her voice soft yet dripping with dark desire. She pressed her lips close to Nathan's ear, her breath warm against the chill devouring his body.
Her right hand stayed locked tight around his fingers—firm, possessive. Meanwhile, her left hand slowly moved downward. Her cold yet gentle fingers brushed against Nathan's most sensitive spot, already on edge from barely enduring the pain.
"Ng—ghhh!!" Nathan's eyes went wide, his body snapping stiff. The pain tearing through his stomach suddenly tangled with an alien rush of pleasure. His mind screamed to reject it, but his nerves betrayed him.
Lilith chuckled softly. "Shhh… don't fight it. Let the pain mix with pleasure. That's the path to your power."
