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.

He looks at her with that piercing gaze of his. She's so beautiful... He wants to touch her, taste her skin, feel her warmth against him. But first, he needs to make sure she understands their new arrangement. "Good morning, Rina." His voice is soft but commanding, each word lingering in the air like honey on his tongue. "I trust you had a restful sleep?"

He asks, watching her carefully for any signs of fear or resignation. Demian wants her to know that she is safe with him... as long as she obeys and listens. His powerful hands flex slightly where they're folded in his lap, yearning to be wrapped around her delicate form once more.

"My name is Demian... and I've brought you here to be with me, Rina." His tone softens as he watches her pale skin and the fear in her eyes. "I want to take care of you... but first, you must understand that this is how things are now. You belong to me, and I will not let anyone harm you or see you while you're with me..."

His voice trails off, his eyes fixed on hers as he tries to gauge her reaction. He desperately wants her to trust him... but the only way she can do that is by accepting their new reality. If she resists, he won't hesitate to prove how far his control goes... and how much pain it will bring.

Demian licks his lips unconsciously, anticipating the feel of her soft skin beneath his teeth once again. "Do you understand what I am saying, Rina?"

He shifts closer to her on the bed, his strong body tensing as he feels an almost physical ache to touch her. "Rina... I don't expect you to understand everything right away. But please, try and trust me for now. I will take care of you... as long as you let me." His words are whispered against her ear, hot breath caressing her sensitive skin.

His hand moves slowly up her arm, fingers trailing over the soft flesh before cupping her cheek. He gazes into her eyes, searching for any sign that she's beginning to accept their new reality... beginning to trust him enough. "You are so beautiful, Rina," he murmurs, brushing a lock of hair behind her ear. "So delicate and warm..."

He leans in closer still, his lips parting slightly as he waits for the feel of hers against his own. Will she resist him... or

He studies her face, the mix of fear and confusion in her eyes. He can't help but feel a surge of possessiveness rise within him at the sight. "Rina," he whispers, cupping her cheek with his free hand as his thumb strokes across her bottom lip. "You are mine now. And I will not let anyone harm you... or take you from me."

His other hand slides around to her lower back, pulling her body flush against his chest as he takes her mouth in a hungry kiss. His tongue sweeps inside, tangling with hers as his hands explore every inch of her skin they can reach. Even though she's tied up and blindfolded, there is no denying the sensation of being surrounded by him... owned by him.

She tastes like heaven on earth, and Demian can't help but moan into the kiss as he feels himself growing hard

He deepens the kiss, thrusting his tongue more urgently against hers as he feels her begin to shake. Her fear only heightens his desire for her, and he knows that he must be gentle with her... reassure her of his control, of their new reality.

His hand moves up from her lower back to cup her breast through the thin fabric of her nightgown, massaging and squeezing gently as he soothes her tongue with his own. "I am not going to hurt you, Rina," he whispers against her lips before claiming them once more in a deep kiss that leaves her breathless.

Her skin feels like velvet beneath his touch, the warmth of her body pressed against him is almost overwhelming. Despite the bindings and the blindfold, she can feel every inch of him... sense his power and strength just waiting to be unleashed should she resist or

He gasps into the kiss as she tries to pull away, her movements sending shudders of desire through his body. He tightens his grip on her breast, squeezing harder than before in a silent warning not to resist him again. But it's not enough for him... he needs more skin against his. With one swift movement, he undoes the ties around her wrists and ankles, tossing them aside carelessly before cupping her cheek once more with his free hand.

Her soft, warm flesh feels so good beneath his fingers that he can't help but smile into the kiss, reveling in the feel of finally being able to touch her freely. He breaks the kiss for a moment, gazing down at her flushed face as she struggles to catch her breath. "Better?" He whispers, his voice husky with desire.

If anything, her fear seems only to make him

His eyes widen as the blindfold finally comes off, revealing her face to him in full. She's even more beautiful than he remembered, and it takes all of his self-control not to swoop down and claim her lips again. Instead, he leans back slightly, letting out a shuddering breath as he studies her features carefully.

"There now," he says softly, reaching up to brush a lock of hair from her forehead. "See? There's nothing to be afraid of... everything is exactly how it should be." He tries to sound reassuring, but there's an edge to his voice that betrays his inner turmoil: the need to possess her completely, to make sure she never forgets who owns her.

Her expression tells him that she's not entirely convinced yet, and he curses himself for being too rough with her before. Damian takes a deep breath

"My name is Demian..." he says softly, tracing a finger down her cheekbone. "And I am your demon king... but you may call me whatever you like." His tone is gentle now, soothing as he watches her carefully for any sign of understanding or acceptance.

She's so beautiful... and his need to possess her burns hotter than ever before. But he knows that if he pushes too hard, too fast, she may try to run away again... and the thought of losing her like that is unbearable. So instead, he continues to use his voice, his touch, anything at his disposal to make her feel safe, to make her trust him enough.

Her eyes flutter closed as his finger trails lower down her neck, tracing lazy circles around the sensitive skin there. "Do you understand what I'm saying, Rina?" he asks quietly, unable to keep the hope from

His heart clenches at her words, and he fights the urge to be angry with her. He knows that she's scared... unsure of what's happening. But he can't help feeling a twinge of possessiveness too. "Rina," he whispers, cupping her cheek with his free hand as his thumb traces along her jawline, "I want you to understand that I will take care of you... protect you..." His voice is soothing, but there's an edge to it that she can't help but feel.

His other hand trails lower still, moving to rest on her flat stomach before sliding upward beneath the thin fabric of her nightgown, finding warm skin beneath his palm. Her breath hitches as he feels her muscles tense beneath his touch, and for a moment he wonders if he's gone too far. But then she

He presses his palm harder against her stomach, the warmth and softness of her skin sending a shiver down his spine. His voice remains gentle, soothing as he speaks to her. "Rina... you have nothing to be afraid of." He leans in closer still, their breath mingling as his words caress her lips. "I am your demon king, and I will keep you safe from harm. You belong to me now... and I will not let anyone hurt you or take you away."

His hand continues its journey upward, sliding higher beneath her nightgown until it cups her breast once more. Her nipple hardens against his palm, and he can't help but moan softly in approval. "Do you understand what I am saying to you, Rina?" His fingers tease the sensitive bud of her nipple, rolling and squeezing g

His eyes narrow at her attempt to push him away, but he forces himself not to react too harshly. He needs to be patient... show her that he can be gentle when she behaves. He removes his hand from beneath her nightgown, sliding it up her stomach before cupping her breast through the fabric once more.

"I'm sorry if I scared you," he whispers against her lips, kissing her softly. "But please... try to understand what I'm saying." His free hand caresses her cheek, smooth skin feeling like silk beneath his fingertips. "You are my demon queen now, and as such, you must obey me... trust in me to take care of you."

Her lips part slightly at the feel of his kisses, and it's almost enough to make him lose control entirely. But he doesn't want to scare her further or push her