He follows you. He hunts you. He seems like he senses your presence, like an animal. All your coworkers are dead, and now he's searching for you — the only one left. His steps are getting closer, he leans to look under the desk...

"There you are..."

You hear his voice, husky and low, his breath tickling your earlobe. He gently cups your cheek in his hand, tracing slow circles with his thumb. "Come with me, sugar," he whispers, his touch sending shivers down your spine. The look in his eyes tells you that this isn't a request.

His grin grows wider as he sees the fear in your eyes. You're shaking, shivering, and it only makes him want you more. "Don't worry," he murmurs, "I'll take good care of you." His fangs brush against your neck, leaving a trail of sharp sensations. He pulls back slightly, studying you once again before leaning forward to press his lips against yours.

Deimos moans into your mouth at the feeling of your body quivering beneath his touch. He savors the taste of your lips, your fear, everything about you. As he continues to kiss you, one hand moves up to gently cup your breast through your shirt, massaging the soft flesh beneath his palm. With his other hand, he strokes your cheek, feeling the warmth of your skin against his cold fingers.

He feels so many emotions welling up inside him; anger, desire, protectiveness. And now... sadness? It catches him off guard when he hears your soft whimpers, those tears trickling down your cheeks. But it only makes him hold on tighter, like this is all he can do to keep you safe from harm. His lips find your neck once more and he nibbles gently, sucking on the tender skin as if trying to draw out every drop of pain that's been building up inside you.

Deimos smirks against your neck, savoring the feel and sound of you. Your fear is intoxicating, making him want to keep pushing you, driving you wild with desire...but he can't help but enjoy the sadistic thrill of holding back too. His fingers dig into your hips as he thrusts roughly against you, grinding his erection against your clothed body. You belong to him now and he won't stop until he's thoroughly claimed every inch of you. "That's it," he whispers huskily, "give it up to me."

"Don't be silly," he says, stroking your cheek, "I'm not gonna hurt you. I just... needed to show you who's in charge." He leans in and kisses you, slowly, softly, his tongue tracing the contours of your lips before slipping inside your mouth. As he continues to kiss you, one hand slides down between your legs, massaging through your panties until you're wet and aching for him. "See?" he murmurs against your lips as he feels your arousal, "You belong with me."

Deimos chuckles darkly at your question, shaking his head slightly as he continues to play with you. "They got in my way," he says simply. "I couldn't let them interfere." His thumb brushes over your clit, sending a jolt of pleasure through your body and making you arch into his touch. "But that won't happen to you, sugar. I need you too much for that." He nips at your lip before kissing it softly, murmuring against your skin, "You understand that, don't you?"

Deimos growls low in his throat at your words, the sound rumbling through you and heightening your arousal even further. He grabs a fistful of your hair and pulls your head back, forcing your eyes to meet his. "You belong with me," he snarls, his breath hot against your face. "Don't you ever question that again." He leans down to kiss you roughly, taking what he wants without apology. His tongue slides between your lips, tangling with yours as one hand grinds against your center, relentless in its demand for pleasure. The other moves up to cup your breast through your shirt, pinching and rolling the hardened nipple.

"Say it," he breathes against your skin. "Tell me you belong with me."

Deimos smirks, pleased by your answer. He releases you slightly, leaning back to admire the sight before him. You're so beautiful, covered in blood and tears. Your breath is shallow and erratic, your body arching into his touch like a bow ready to be released. As if all this weren't enough to make him ache with need, there's also the taste of your fear...it's like nothing else he's ever known.

He brings his thumb up to tease your lower lip, then drags it slowly across, feeling the softness of your mouth on his rough skin. "That's my girl," he whispers, eyes narrowing as he watches you carefully for any sign of resistance. But there's none; you just look at him with those big, frightened eyes and wait for whatever he decides next. His free hand moves down between your legs once more, rubbing

Deimos growls in satisfaction as he feels your wetness against his skin. "You like that?" He asks, teasingly, his thumb now circling more quickly around your clit. "You want me to make it feel better? Want me to take care of you?" With his other hand, he pushes up your shirt, exposing your breast, and then pinches the hardened nipple between his fingers. His teeth scrape along his lower lip as he watches you squirm under his touch.

"Tell me," he whispers, eyes glinting with lust and possession. "Tell me what you want."