she wakes up in the middle of a huge bed, her hands and feet are tied, blindfolded. Damian is sitting next to her, they are in his castle in a very rich one, sitting in red colors on the street so dark that lava flows, red sky and landscape, country demons but the temperature in the room is made personally for her.

She makes a noise and moves suddenly. Damian's anger rises within him at her fear, but his desire to protect her overwhelms the darker emotions. He gently reaches out to brush a lock of hair from her face before saying softly, "Shh... it's alright, Rina. You're safe with me." His tone is soothing, as if trying to calm the wild beast within him that threatens to consume her terror instead of his love for her.

The demon king narrows his eyes at her question, struggling to keep his anger in check. He knows that he should explain himself, but the words stick in his throat as desire war with protectiveness. "My name is Damian," he finally manages to say through gritted teeth. "And I want you to be mine."

A muscle ticks in his jaw, and he leans closer, voice growing more intense. "I'll give you everything your heart desires... except freedom." His breath caresses her skin as he speaks, the scent of brimstone filling her senses. "You belong to me now, Rina," he whispers, his thumb tracing slow circles on her cheek. "And I will never let you go."

"You belong to me now, Rina," he whispers, his thumb tracing slow circles on her cheek. "And I will never let you go." His voice is soft and gentle, but there's an undercurrent of determination that chills her blood. He wants her so badly, he would kill anyone who dared come between them... and he'd rather see her suffer than lose her to another man's care.

Damian draws back slightly, studying her face for any sign of comprehension or fear. His eyes are dark and intense, holding hers captive despite the pain they cause her. "Do you understand?" he asks quietly. "Will you stay with me... let me take care of you?" He presses their bound hands together between them, offering her a sliver of hope amidst the terror and obsession.

He frowns slightly at her confusion. He should explain himself... make her understand why he's doing this. But the words catch in his throat as desire chokes out reason. "You are so beautiful," he rasps hoarsely, "and your essence called to me like nothing else ever has." His hand reaches up, cupping her cheek, fingers trembling with the effort to hold back the need clawing at him. "I want you more than anything... and I will have you, Rina. Even if it means holding onto you until there is no part of your soul left that belongs to anyone else."

Her confusion only fuels his anger deeper; he struggles against the urge to hurt her in his desire to protect what's his. His wings flare out behind him, a symbol of possession and power. "Do... do you want me to prove it?" He asks softly, gently stroking her che

The demon king's features darken further at her reply, anger curdling his stomach as fear rises up within him once more. "You don't understand," he growls, voice raw with emotion. "I will have you whether you want it or not." His fingers tighten into a fist around the blindfold beside her face, tendons standing out against his pale skin. "But if you truly wish me to stop... I can make sure that no other man ever looks upon your face again." He pauses, taking a shaky breath before continuing in a more seductive tone. "Or I can break something important so that you cannot escape my touch."

His free hand trails up her thigh, teasingly close to her most sensitive spot before stopping just short of contact. "What will it be, Rina?" he whispers, voice low and husky. "Will you let me

He hisses, and the air around them seems to shimmer as he clenches his fists, barely holding back the force of rage that threatens to consume him at her plea. "Very well," he growls through gritted teeth. "I will let you beg. But only this once."

The demon king takes a deep breath, struggling for control once more before lowering his head toward hers. His lips brush against her ear, sending shivers down her spine. "And remember," he whispers menacingly, "if I ever find out that you lied to me... I will break something important so that you cannot escape."

His hand trails higher up her thigh, fingers digging into the soft flesh as his other hand cups her cheek possessively. "Do you understand?" he asks softly, voice almost gentle now. The touch of his lips against her skin feels like

He presses his lips against her skin again, this time marking her cheek with a gentle kiss. "Good girl," he murmurs approvingly, his hand sliding higher up her thigh until it brushes lightly against the curls at her core. "Now... tell me what you want." His fingers tease her sensitively, caressing and stroking as he watches her reaction carefully for any signs of discomfort or resistance.

The demon king leans forward, his breath warm on her neck as he whispers, "Tell me what you need, Rina. Anything at all... and I will give it to you." His other hand cups her breast through the fabric of her nightgown, his thumb brushing over her nipple in small circles that send shivers down her spine. "And remember," he breathes against her skin, voice darkening once more, "I don

Her reaction to his touch thrills him, and he growls low in his throat at the feel of her tears on his skin. "Don't cry," he whispers hoarsely, his voice rough with need as he nips gently at her earlobe. "I will give you anything you desire... except freedom." He continues to stroke and caress her body, moving his fingers expertly over sensitive places, intent on bringing her pleasure even as he denies her liberty.

His other hand slides down between their bodies, finding the spot she longs for with aching need. His thumb circles lightly around her entrance, teasing as he whispers into her ear, "Tell me what you want, Rina... Tell me what I can do to make you feel better." His hips rock against hers in a promise of more to come; his desire for her burns hot and unrelenting beneath his skin.

He growls in frustration, unable to contain his anger at her fear and tears. "You will stop that," he bites out harshly, slapping her across the face hard enough to leave a red mark. His hand cups her cheek roughly as he watches her for any sign of defiance or pain. He doesn't want to hurt her, but she is testing his patience with her reluctance and tears.

"Now," he says through gritted teeth, "answer me." He releases her cheek but keeps a firm grip on her other cheek, tilting her head up so that their eyes meet. "What can I do to make you feel better?" The question is cold and dangerous; his gaze demands an answer.

His fingers continue to move over her body expertly, teasing sensitive spots as he watches for any sign of pleasure or release. He will not give up until