"Um...!"

Isaiah tensed his waist and abdomen abruptly. The moment the ointment seeped into his skin, a sharp, icy pain shot through him, which was soon replaced by a burning, tingling sensation.

Aston chuckled softly and slowly pinched out the ruby clip from the box. He slowly rolled it over Isaiah's gradually rising chest and mischievously poked it. "If it hurts, bite me."

"No... Wait..."

Isaiah instinctively tried to dodge, but was caught by the scruff of the neck by Aston and pushed back onto the bed.

With a click, the moment it closed, the angel let out a broken sob. The ruby pendant swayed with her breath, heavily tugging at that sensitive spot.

Aston rubbed his wet eye corners with his knuckles, while his other hand had already picked up a crystal-clear jade bead.

"Relax."

When the jade pearl touched the angel's body, Isaiah's knees reflexively wanted to draw together, but were forcibly separated by the vampire. The ointment made the entrance soft, but the intrusion of the foreign object still made the angel suddenly clench the velvet beneath him as if he were suffocating.

The relief patterns on the jade beads scraped against the inner wall, and Isaiah's crying suddenly rose in pitch, almost breaking.

"Just the first one."

Aston inserted the second one leisurely. Isaiah's waist jerked up convulsively, and the gemstones hanging from his nipples jingled.

When the third jade bead sank in, the angel's pupils had already become unfocused, and saliva mixed with tears soaked the golden hair on the cheeks.

Aston held him, his palm covering that trembling lower abdomen. "Can you feel it? They've filled you up."

Isaiah shook his head unconsciously and desperately, but it only caused more intense friction. The dull thuds of the jade beads colliding with each other came from within his body.

Aston tapped the outermost jade bead with his index finger. The vibration shot straight down his intestines to his coccyx, and the angel's scream suddenly changed pitch. In the throes of near-collapse pleasure, he felt the palm of a vampire supporting the back of his head.

Aston bent down and gave him a kiss.

This kiss was tender to the point of cruelty.

When Aston finally stepped back, Isaiah's pupils had completely lost focus, and saliva was trickling down the side of his neck from the corner of his mouth.

"The last one, sweetie."

The largest jade pearl, with golden thread patterns, was slowly pushed into his body. Isaiah's throat finally let out a wail like that of a creature at the moment of death.

Aston slowly pressed his buttocks, allowing the beads to roll deeper over the sensitive spots.

The angel's sobbing echoed in the secret chamber. Tears kept rolling down Isaiah's reddened eyes, wetting his light golden eyelashes. His body had completely gone limp, leaving him at Aston's mercy. His fair skin was covered with marks of passion.

Aston's fingers were still stirring inside him, and the dull thuds of the jade beads colliding came from deep within. Isaiah's pupils were dilated, his lips slightly parted, and saliva trickled uncontrollably from the corner of his mouth.

"Really beautiful," Aston chuckled. "An angel's body is indeed perfect for this kind of play."

Isaiah couldn't speak, only shaking his head. Broken gasps escaped from his throat. His legs were forcibly spread apart, and he knelt on the soft couch. The insides of his knees were red, and his toes curled up as if trying to escape but having nowhere to go.

The next second, his wrist was seized and the entire angel was pulled up. The chains once again hoisted him up, forcing his arms to be raised high above his head, and his slender body formed an alluring arc.

"No..." Isaiah's voice was hoarse beyond recognition, his pink eyes brimming with tears. "Let go of me..."

Isaiah really couldn't take it anymore. If he had been told in advance that the condition for cooperating with Aston was to play him to death, he would rather have begged for mercy from Lansk.

Compared with his face, his own life is the most important.

Aston, however, paid no attention. His palm slid down along Isaiah's waistline and roughly kneaded his already red and swollen buttocks. Isaiah's buttocks were pinched with finger marks, which soon turned a deeper shade of red.

His body was so sensitive that even such a touch made him tremble and whimper. The front part was already hard and aching, but he received no comfort at all.

"Ask me," Aston whispered in his ear, his breath hot. "Ask me, and I'll make you feel good."

"Please, please you..."

Isaiah finally broke down and sobbed, tears rolling down his cheeks and dripping off his body marked with ambiguous traces. His voice was weak and trembling, like a small animal cornered into a dead end, even the ending of his words carried a broken, weeping tone.

Aston curled his lips in satisfaction, his fingertips maliciously scraping over Isaiah's moist and soft entrance. "Ask me for something. Be clear."

Isaiah trembled all over, tortured by lust to the point of almost losing his mind. The angel raised his head, tears mingling with sweat sliding down, and his pink eyes were filled with longing.

"Please... do it to me... " His voice broke, his slender waist arching involuntarily towards Aston's direction, already rambling incoherently, "Save, save me..."

A glint of triumph flashed in Aston's eyes.

"That's a good boy." The vampire chuckled in a deep voice, and with one rough hand, he forcibly spread Isaiah's trembling legs apart.