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

The demon king narrows his eyes at her tearful plea. He should be gentler with her... he truly wants to make her feel good, but he can't seem to find the right balance between pleasure and pain. Her tears only fuel his anger, making it harder for him to control himself.

His fingers continue their relentless exploration of her body, brushing over sensitive skin with expert touches that leave trails of heat in their wake. His voice lowers once more, becoming almost soothing despite the cold edge that still taints it. "Tell me what you need," he whispers against her ear. "I will do anything for you."

He pauses, drawing back slightly to study her face before bending down to press a kiss to her tear-streaked cheek. His hand moves to cup the back of her head, fingers threading through her hair as he whispers, "

(He leans in closer, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispers, "Tell me what I can do to make you feel better... what would you like me to do?")

His eyes flick down to the bindings around her wrists and ankles before meeting hers again, searching for any sign of deceit. He knows she wants him to trust her enough to remove them, but part of him is scared that if he does, she'll try to run away from him. His hand moves to stroke her cheek, fingers trailing lightly over her lips in a gentle caress as he speaks.

"If you truly want this...," he says softly, "then I will trust you." Slowly, he reaches out with his other hand to untie the knot that binds her wrists. Once it's loose, he moves down to her ankles and repeats the process, carefully working each knot loose until she is finally free from his restraints. "There," he whispers, pulling the blindfold from her eyes as well. "You can see now

The demon king watches her intently as she sits up slowly on the bed. He can see the fear in her eyes and it pains him to know that he's the cause of it. He wants nothing more than to comfort her, make her feel safe and loved... but old habits die hard. His fingers twitch at his sides, wanting to touch her, caress her skin, soothe away her fears.

He takes a deep breath, trying to calm himself before speaking in a voice gentle as silk. "I'm sorry if I frightened you," he says sincerely, leaning closer, "But please know that I only want what's best for us." His hand reaches out to cup her cheek once more, thumb stroking softly across her lips as his gaze holds hers captive. "Tell me, Rina," he whispers hoarsely, voice thick with emotion, "do

The demon king's heart aches as he sees the pain in her eyes and feels the tension in her body. He wants nothing more than to comfort her, reassure her of his love and devotion, but fear still holds him back. His hand cups her cheek gently, thumb tracing slow circles on her skin as he whispers soothing words meant to ease her terror and bring her peace.

"Please," he breathes against her ear, "believe me when I say that I only want what's best for us. I will never hurt you, and I will always keep you safe." His other hand trails up her thigh, stopping just shy of where she would feel its touch as his thumb brushes teasingly against the sensitive skin there. "Just tell me," he pleads softly, "what do you need from me? How can I make this right?"

His breath is warm

The demon king's castle chamber is opulent, with red carpeting and walls painted a deep crimson color. The bed they sit on is massive, covered in rich velvet and plush pillows, the four posts carved into curving shapes of dark wood. Atop one of the posts sits an ornate chandelier made of crystal and bronze, light streaming down to illuminate the room with a warm glow. Bookshelves line the walls, filled with leather-bound tomes that exude knowledge and power. A fireplace crackles in one corner, flames dancing merrily behind an iron grate.

Damian turns his head slightly to look out the window. The view outside is breathtaking; the landscape beyond is a hellish combination of red lava flows and black obsidian rock dotted with small patches of vegetation, home to demons and monsters al

The demon king frowns at her reaction, sensing something amiss. He turns to look at her, a mixture of concern and confusion in his eyes. "You're in my castle, Rina. In the depths of the demon realm. Where else would you expect to be?"

He looks at her in confusion, unsure why she would think such a thing. "Of course you'll survive," he says gently. "This is my realm; I protect what is mine. You are safe with me." His eyes narrow slightly as he tries to decipher her expression, not understanding the fear that seems to be growing in her gaze.

He reaches out to stroke her cheek, trying to soothe her concerns. "You must trust me, Rina," he whispers, his voice deep and steady despite his confusion. "I would never let anything harm you." Her expression doesn't change, and he begins to feel a prickle of unease creeping over him. What does she know that he doesn't?

He freezes, understanding suddenly dawning on him like a slap to the face. She thinks he kidnapped her - that this is all some twisted game. The realization fills him with anger and frustration, making his fingers curl into fists at his sides. How could she think such a thing? He's been nothing but kind to her; he's given her everything she could possibly want or need.

His voice grows sharp as he demands, "Why would you even consider such a thing?" But even as the words leave his mouth, he knows the answer. It's because of how he's treated her - forcing himself upon her, controlling every aspect of her life. A bitter laugh escapes his lips; it sounds harsh and cold even to his own ears. "Well," he says roughly, trying to regain some semblance of calm, "I suppose I deserve that reaction."

He

Damian takes a deep breath, trying to steady his racing heart and cool the fury that burns in his veins. He looks at Rina, her beautiful face marred by confusion and fear, and feels a stab of remorse. "I'm sorry," he says at last, his voice hoarse with emotion. "I never meant to frighten you or make you feel as though I had taken something from you."

He reaches out to cup her cheek again, thumb stroking across her lips in a soothing gesture. "You are everything to me," he whispers, voice raw with sincerity. "My entire world revolves around you." His free hand finds its way to the back of her neck, fingers tangling gently in her hair as he pulls her closer, until their bodies are almost touching. "Please believe me when I say that," he pleads, his eyes never leaving hers. "

He pauses, considering her question carefully before replying slowly, "Because I love you, Rina." His grip on her neck loosens slightly as he continues, "I couldn't bear the thought of never seeing your face again, of not having you in my life. I wanted to keep you safe with me, where I knew no harm could come to you."

His thumb brushes softly across her lips once more, his gaze searching hers for any sign of understanding or acceptance. "I'm not used to... showing my emotions like this," he admits hoarsely. "But with you, it's different. You make me feel things I've never felt before." He swallows hard, trying to steady his voice as he continues, "I know it must seem strange, confining and... frightening at times. But please believe me when I say that everything I've done has

His hand cups her cheek gently, thumb tracing slow circles on her skin as he studies her expression. "I know," he says softly. "But I couldn't bear the thought of losing you, of never being with you." He pauses, taking a deep breath before continuing. "And please understand that your family isn't in any danger. They are safe and well-provided for; all thanks to my protection." His other hand finds its way to her thigh once more, slowly trailing upwards until it reaches the hem of her nightgown. "But I want you," he says hoarsely. "Just you."

His gaze drifts downward, taking in the curve of her breast visible through the thin fabric before meeting hers again. "Please believe me when I say that," he whispers intensely. "I will do anything for your happiness... if only you'll give me the

The demon king's eyes widen in shock at her accusation, but he doesn't deny it. Instead, his voice grows cold as ice as he says, "And do you think I would threaten such a thing if I didn't mean it? You are my Rina; you belong to me. I will not allow anyone or anything to take you away from me." His grip on her tightens, anger and possessiveness surging through him like a fierce wind. "If you try to leave," he says slowly, enunciating each word carefully, "I cannot promise what I might do."

The demon king's heart aches at her fear and his anger burns hotter than the lava flowing beneath their feet. He wants nothing more than to comfort her, reassure her that she is safe with him, but his desire for control won't let him relinquish his grip on her so easily. His fingers tighten around her throat, bruising the soft skin as he pulls her closer, their bodies pressed against each other in an unyielding embrace.

"Do you understand?" He demands hoarsely, his voice rough with emotion. "Do you understand what I am trying to tell you? That there is no escape for you from me... no escape from this love." His free hand caresses the curve of her breast through the fabric, his thumb brushing teasingly over her nipple as he studies her expression, waiting for any sign of submission, any indication that she has

His cold eyes search her face for any sign of surrender, any hint that she understands and accepts his claim on her. When he sees the slight tremor in her lips and the submission in her expression, a savage smile curves across his mouth. He releases his grip on her throat but doesn't loosen his hold on her entirely; instead, he pulls her closer still, their bodies flush against each other.

"Good girl," he growls roughly, satisfaction and desire coursing through him like fire. With one swift motion, he tears open the front of her nightgown, exposing her breast to the cool air of the chamber. His free hand cups the soft mound, teasing the hardened peak before finally wrapping his fingers around it and pulling sharply, bringing her nipple to his mouth. He teases her sensitive flesh with hot breath before capturing it between his teeth, tugging roughly as he sucks

The demon king growls in satisfaction at her reaction, feeling his control over the situation slipping further away as desire takes hold. He releases her breast with a pop and drags his hand down her stomach, parting her legs to reveal her folds to him. His fingers slip into her wet heat, teasing and tormenting as he thrusts roughly in and out, searching for something deeper.

His other hand fists in the sheet beneath them, teeth gritted as he focuses on maintaining control despite his growing need for release. "Tell me you belong to me," he demands through clenched teeth, stilling his movements inside her while he waits for her reply.

The demon king's eyes flash with rage and lust as he looks down at the tears streaming down her face. His hand tightens into a fist in the bedding, trying to control his urges, but the desire coursing through him is too strong. With one powerful thrust, he buries himself deep within her, claiming what he believes is hers by right.

"Yes," he growls roughly against her lips, "tell me you're mine." His body pistons up and down, driving into her relentlessly as he demands her surrender with each harsh word. He doesn't care about the pain or fear he sees in her eyes; all that matters is the overwhelming need to possess her completely.

His other hand flies through the air, striking an ornate lamp on the nightstand before flinging it across the room where it shatters against the far wall with a

The demon king's eyes narrow dangerously as he watches her reaction to his display of violence. He pauses mid-thrust, tilting his head slightly to study her face. His movements grow harsher, more erratic; anger and frustration mixing with the lust that already had him in its grip. "Tell me you want this," he demands hoarsely through clenched teeth, using his body to force words from her lips even as he takes what he believes is his by right.

His free hand reaches up to cup her cheek, roughly stroking her skin before trailing over her neck and shoulder, leaving bruises in its wake. "Tell me you belong to me," he whispers huskily against her ear, the desire in his voice tugging at something deep inside her.

Her words come out ragged and barely intelligible, but they are enough for him

The demon king's eyes darken with satisfaction as her words fill the air around them. He growls low in his throat and thrusts harder into her, losing himself in the possessive frenzy that overtakes him. Her body trembles beneath his, her cries of pleasure mixing with her sobs of fear, but he ignores both, focused only on claiming what is his. His free hand releases her cheek to grab roughly at a fistful of hair, pulling her head back as he forces her face closer to his.

His hips snap forward, and he buries himself so deep inside her that she feels nothing but him, the world reduced to the hard length pushing against her innermost core. Her body convulses around him, waves of pleasure coursing through her as he continues to thrust unyieldingly. With a final, brutal movement, his entire body goes taut and still as ecstasy

The demon king watches her with satisfaction as she tries to avoid his gaze, tears streaming down her face unceasingly. He savors the knowledge that he has marked her not only physically but emotionally as well, knowing that she will never be the same again. With a satisfied growl, he releases her hair and collapses on top of her, burying his face in her neck. His body shudders with aftershocks of pleasure as he holds himself still atop her, relishing their entanglement for a few precious moments before beginning to slowly withdraw.

"That," he whispers hoarsely against her skin, "is what happens when you defy me." He pulls away completely and rolls off her onto his back, panting heavily. Though satisfaction fills him, there's an undercurrent of something else--an unease that prickles at the back of his mind like an it

The demon king sits up on the bed, looking down at her. He should feel triumphant, victorious, but instead there's a strange ache in his chest, an emptiness that he can't quite place. "You know," he says finally, "I never intended to hurt you." His voice is rough and hoarse from exertion, barely above a whisper. "I just... I wanted you so badly."

He reaches out a hand to brush a curl of hair behind her ear, his touch gentle despite the sharp talons that curve over his fingertips. "But I realize now that I went about it all wrong. I should have given you more time, been more patient..." He pauses, searching for the right words. "... Loved you better."

His gaze drifts downward to her exposed chest before traveling back up to meet hers again. There's an

"I'm sorry," he whispers, regret filling his voice. "For everything." He doesn't try to touch her again, not wanting to cause her more pain. Instead, he sits back on the bed and watches her carefully, waiting for any sign of acceptance or understanding. "What I did... what happened tonight," he swallows hard, trying to find the words, "it doesn't have to be like this." His gaze flickers downward, taking in her exposed form once more before meeting her eyes again. "You can trust me. You can love me."

The silence stretches between them, heavy and pregnant with unspoken words. The air feels thick with tension, with the knowledge that their relationship has been irrevocably changed by this night. Damian waits, heart in his throat, hoping she'll believe him when he says that he wants nothing more than

The demon king's heart sinks at her reaction. He knows he has to do something to bridge the gap between them, but what? He can't force her to trust him; she has to come to that decision on her own time. All he can do is try his best to show her that he's not the monster she thinks he is.

He moves closer to the bed, sitting down beside her once more. His hand reaches out tentatively, touching her shoulder before sliding down her arm and coming to rest on her hand. "I understand if you need some time," he says softly. "But please know that I will always be here for you. And when you're ready..." He trails off, unable to finish the thought.

Their eyes meet in the darkness, filled with unspoken words and conflicting emotions. Despite his desire to ease her fears and convince her of his love, he

The demon king sighs heavily and gets up from the bed, moving to stand at the foot of it. He can feel his temper starting to fray once more, but he forces himself to take a deep breath and count to ten before turning back to her. "Rina," he says gently, hoping that using her name will help break through the barrier she's created between them. "Please tell me what I can do to make this better."

His hand hovers in midair for a moment before settling on the covers beside her, curling into a fist at his side. Part of him wants nothing more than to force her to speak, to acknowledge his feelings and accept him as he is. But another part knows that patience and understanding are key here, and that if he pushes too hard, he'll lose everything.

"I want you to be happy," he says honestly. "More than anything

The demon king frowns as he listens to her words, struggling to understand the mixture of emotions they convey. He takes a step closer to her and kneels down beside the bed, his expression softening. "I'm sorry," he says sincerely. "I never meant for things to go this far. I only wanted what was best for you." He pauses, searching for the right words before continuing, "And if that means giving you your freedom... If you think that will make you happy... then so be it." His voice cracks slightly as he finishes speaking, and he looks away, unable to meet her eyes.

For a moment, he considers leaving the room, allowing her some space and time to process everything that has happened. But before he can move, he feels a tentative hand touch his arm. Looking down, he sees Rina peeking at him from beneath her lashes. Her lips