Urban Plundering: I Corrupted The System! - Chapter 581

Chapter 581: In the Space Between Heartbeats

The waterfall crashed like a divine dirge, its roar drowning out the screams of a realm too alive, too cursed, too attuned to the agony and ecstasy it now witnessed. The crystalline rocks bled with color, the mist turning to silver steam as it clung to their fevered skin.

Parker had Scarlett pinned against the moss-slick stone, her legs coiled around him like fate itself refusing to let go.

Each thrust was a prayer wrapped in violence—worship through ruin. The kind of sacred desecration only they could birth.

Around them, the realm trembled. Trees split down the center and bloomed again in twisted beauty. Flowers unfurled in shades that had no name, drawn from realms between heaven and hell. The air turned thick, trembling with pressure, like the world itself was watching them unravel.

Parker was drowning in her, losing pieces of himself with every breath she took. He had known war, resurrection, abandonment. But nothing—nothing—had prepared him for the way she clung to him like a ghost afraid to vanish.

For the way she shattered in his hands, her body an altar he was both desecrating and dying to protect.

*

In the grove of starlight fruit, she dragged her tongue across his bottom lip as she fed him pieces of glowing sweetness—each bite a binding, each kiss an oath sealed in blood and madness.

He took her on a branch that threatened to snap beneath them, but it held, as if even nature was afraid to interrupt their chaos.

“You’re going to destroy me,” he panted against her mouth, gripping her like he was trying to anchor himself to a reality that was slipping through his fingers.

“Good,” she hissed, teeth sinking into his lip until it bled. “I want you ruined. I want to be the reason you never look at another soul the same way again.”

And she was. She was his undoing.

Every moan from her lips was a dagger in his chest. Every time she cried his name, something ancient inside him screamed—love, need, rage, worship. The kind of feelings that gods feared and demons died for.

They didn’t make love. They waged it. Their bodies clashed beneath the twin moons like dying stars colliding—burning, tearing, fusing. She bit into his shoulder as she came, and he marked her neck with his teeth in return. There were tears. There were promises carved into bone.

When he thrust into her under the pale, haunted glow of the stars, it was with the fury of a man trying to outrun fate. And when she whispered “I love you” in between sobs and gasps, he shattered completely.

“Mine,” he snarled into her throat, voice hoarse, feral, desperate. “You’re fucking mine, Scarlett.”

“Yours,” she whimpered, body trembling, pupils blown wide. “Even if it kills me. Especially if it kills me.”

Their final cries echoed through the silver fields like the death wails of forgotten deities. Reality frayed at the edges. Time buckled. The world held its breath.

*

In the caverns of living crystal, she rode him like she was claiming dominion over his sins. The walls shimmered, vibrating with every guttural moan, singing a hymn of pleasure so painful it made the stars weep.

In the hot springs that tasted like dreams long abandoned, she held his face in trembling hands and whispered his name like a curse and a prayer, while he buried himself inside her like she was the only salvation he would ever believe in.

And somewhere, in the ruins of everything they thought they were, Parker realized:

He wasn’t falling for her.

He had already fallen—so hard, so deep, he wasn’t sure he even existed outside her anymore.

*

In a garden where flowers opened only for lovers, petals unfurling like secrets in the dark, Parker worshipped her body with a hunger bordering on savage reverence, his mouth trailing fire along her trembling flesh until Scarlett was sobbing his name, clutching him like he was both lifeline and executioner, dragging him up to kiss her own taste from his lips with desperate, bruising need.

“I was so empty before you,” she confessed one night, her voice raw as they lay tangled in sheets conjured from the realm’s own pulse—fabric that felt like midnight thunder and smelled faintly of lightning.

Their skin glistened with the sweat of endless nights, the air still vibrating with the echoes of their cries. “I thought I knew what it meant to be alive, but I was just… existing. Feeding. Surviving.”

Parker traced the delicate line of her collarbone like he was memorizing sacred scripture, each dip and rise a verse only he was allowed to read.

How was it possible that something which had once been the source of his nightmares now felt like the center of his world? “I was the same,” he admitted, his voice low and ragged. “Going through the motions of living without actually feeling anything.”

“You changed me somehow even though it took punishing you for me to feel arrive,” she corrected fiercely, turning to face him fully, eyes dark and glistening with stars and unspoken terror.

And lying there beneath vines that pulsed with bioluminescence—like the veins of sleeping gods—her leg draped possessively over his hip, their heartbeats finding a single, violent rhythm, Parker realized she was right.

It wasn’t just love—though it was love, fierce and all-consuming, burning like a dying star about to go supernova—it was something darker, deeper: completion.

Two once broken souls, reforged by pain and chance, shaped perfectly to fit each other’s wounds. It felt like they had been shattered for the sole purpose of finding one another across eternity.

“Don’t let me go,” Scarlett whispered, voice small and thin, each word barbed with fear as ancient as her undead soul. “When we leave this place… don’t let the real world take this away from us.”

Parker cupped her face like he was afraid she’d turn to smoke in his hands, his thumbs brushing away tears she hadn’t even felt falling—tears that glittered like obsidian in the realm’s dim glow.

“Never,” he swore, the vow curling into the night like a spell carved from blood and breath. He sealed it with a kiss that tasted of forever and storms. “We’re writing your own story now. And this… this is just the beginning of it with the Prince of Existence.”

Beyond their sanctuary, the realm seemed to thrum with a primal heartbeat, shadows shifting and starlight dancing—like even the cosmic forces understood the sanctity of their fierce, fractured love, and for a brief, sacred moment, bowed to it.

But even as he kissed her like salvation, even as their bodies fit like lock and key forged in starlight and sin, Scarlett knew.

She knew it wasn’t enough.

Not for him.

Because Parker couldn’t see it. He couldn’t feel it—not the way she did. Not the way it hollowed her out and remade her in his image. He saw her hunger, yes, and her fire—but never the way her soul bled for him in silence.

She stood alone that night, naked beneath a sky of bleeding moons, her skin glowing faintly from his touch, her thighs still trembling from his love. She stared into the pool beneath the starlight tree, her reflection fractured by ripples that refused to settle.

And then the words slipped out—raw, venomous, holy.

“I love you, Parker,” she whispered, like a prayer spat through tears. “And it’s killing me.”

The air around her didn’t stir. The realm stayed quiet.

Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!