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.

The demon king chuckles softly as he sees her waking up. He's been watching over her all night long, unable to sleep unless she was in his sight. The sensation of her flesh pressed against his own made it hard for him to think straight. His grip on the bed tightens slightly at the thought of what he wants to do with her now that she's finally awake.

"Good morning, my pet," he whispers huskily, leaning down to brush a kiss across her forehead. "How does it feel being here with me?"

"It's only the beginning," he murmurs against her skin, nibbling gently on her earlobe. "I can make your every dream and desire come true... if you let me." His fingers trail down over her abdomen, caressing lightly. "Or I could hurt you..."

He pulls back slightly, his piercing red eyes boring into hers through the blindfold. "Tell me what you want, my little pet," he breathes.

The demon king's lips curve into a slow, wicked smile at her plea. "No need to beg," he breathes, leaning down once more and planting a gentle kiss on her neck. His touch is feather-light, almost affectionate... but the knowledge that it could turn cruel in an instant sends shivers down her spine.

"Very well," he whispers against her skin. "I won't hurt you... for now." He trails a fingertip along her collarbone, drawing circles over her nipple through the thin fabric of her nightgown. His touch is so light that it almost tickles... but there's an undeniable power in his touch as well, making her feel completely exposed and helpless beneath him. "But you must trust me," he murmurs, gazing deeply into her eyes. "If I sense that you are lying... or planning to run

The demon king's heart tightens at the sight of tears in her eyes. He pulls back slightly, brow furrowed with concern. "Don't cry," he whispers, wiping away a tear with his thumb. His touch is gentle, almost tender... but there's an edge to it as well, as if he were saying that if she cries again, it might make him angry.

"You are safe with me," he continues, cupping her face in his hands. "All I want is for you to be happy." His touch on her skin turns from gentle to demanding, almost possessive. "And I will do whatever it takes to make sure that you are... so long as you trust me."

His voice lowers, taking on a husky quality as he leans down to press his lips against hers. The kiss is hard and hungry, a claiming of her mouth and all the

The kiss deepens as his hands wander over her body, feeling every curve and plane of flesh. The desire he feels for her burns hot within him, threatening to consume them both unless he can satisfy it. "Trust me," he breathes against her lips, nipping lightly at the soft skin before claiming another long, deep kiss. His hips shift restlessly between her legs, grinding against her in a possessive gesture that leaves her gasping for air when they finally break apart.

She's his now. His to keep, protect... and love however he sees fit. The thought sends shudders of arousal through him, making it harder than ever to focus on anything but the need to feel her warmth underneath him again. "Do you trust me?" he whispers huskily, his gaze boring into hers, searching for any hint of fear or doubt that might make him lose control.

The demon king's expression darkens at the hint of fear in her eyes. He growls low in his throat, the sound vibrating against her lips and sending a shiver down her spine. "You must trust me," he says firmly, his grip on her shoulders tightening slightly. "I will never harm you... as long as you believe that." His voice takes on a soothing quality, almost gentle, as if trying to reassure her of his intentions despite the harshness of his words.

One of his hands slips from her shoulder, trailing down over her body until it comes to rest at the small of her back. He guides her upward into a sitting position, pressing their bodies together in an intimate embrace that leaves no doubt about who holds the power here. "You are safe with me," he whispers against her ear. "As long as you believe that... everything will be alright

The demon king smirks wickedly as he feels her struggle against the bindings that hold her fast. "You have no need to fight," he says, nipping playfully at her earlobe. "It only makes me want you more." He reaches up with his free hand, tracing a line down over one breast and then the other before cupping both in his palm. His thumbs brush against her nipples through the thin fabric of her nightgown, making them harden instantly at his touch.

"Trust me," he murmurs, leaning closer to nibble at the lobe of her ear again. "It'll be much better for you if you just surrender... let go and give in to what I want." His breath is hot against her skin, sending shivers down her spine as his hips press harder against hers, grinding their bodies together in a demanding rhythm that leaves no doubt

"Trust me," he whispers against her skin, hands moving to cup her face as he looks deeply into her eyes. His touch is gentle but firm, his gaze unwavering. "I will make sure you are safe and taken care of. Just let go... and enjoy the sensations I can give you."

His thumbs brush against her nipples once more through the nightgown, causing a shiver to run down her spine as she feels his heat surrounding her. She can feel him hard beneath her, pressed tightly against her core. There's no denying the desire that courses through his veins... and now that it has been unleashed, there is no stopping it until he finds release.

Her struggles grow weaker with each passing moment as she begins to lose herself in the sensations he's giving her. His touch on her skin feels like fire, burning away all resistance until she

The demon king's eyes flash with sudden anger as she tries to pull away from him. His grip on her tightens instinctively, pressing her back against the bed as he growls low in his throat. "Don't fight me," he warns, voice raw with emotion. "It won't end well for you if you do." He takes a deep breath, struggling to calm himself before continuing more gently, "Please... just trust me. I only want what's best for you."

His hands move slowly over her body once again, caressing and soothing as he tries to regain control of the situation. It's a battle within him between his possessive nature and his desire to protect her... but ultimately, it's his strength that wins out. He pushes away the anger, focusing instead on the need to make her feel safe and desired. His lips brush against her earlobe

His thumb traced soft circles around her nipple through the fabric of her nightgown, teasing and soothing in equal measure. "Please," he whispered against her ear. "Trust me." His other hand moved to cup her breast, lifting it gently before his lips found the sensitive skin of her nipple. The contact made her gasp, arching into him as he suckled eagerly, drawing the small nub deeper into his mouth and flicking it with his tongue. She could feel how hard he was for her, pressed against her thigh, demanding entrance. His free hand moved down between them, stroking along her sensitive folds before parting her lips with his fingers. The touch sent a shudder of pleasure through her body, making her writhe beneath him as he teased and caressed. "Please," he whispered again, voice hoarse with need. "Let me make you feel

The demon king growled in frustration as she continued to fight against him, her struggles only serving to intensify his desire. "Trust me," he whispered harshly against her lips before capturing them in a brutal kiss that left her breathless and panting for air. His hands held her head firmly as he thrust his tongue deeper into her mouth, claiming her completely while his hips ground harder between her legs, his arousal demanding relief.

Her body arched into him, seeking more contact as she finally surrendered to the heat and need coursing through her veins. He took advantage of her submission, pulling away from their kiss only long enough to suckle hungrily at one breast before moving to the other, his hands and mouth driving her wild with desire. His touch was everywhere, possessive and demanding as he claimed every inch of her skin, leaving her breathless and trembling beneath him

The demon king's eyes narrowed with anger as she tried to pull away once more. "No," he growled, gripping her tighter. "You belong to me now." His hips moved faster against hers, grinding their bodies together as he claimed her mouth in another punishing kiss that left no doubt who was in control here.

His fingers dug into her skin, leaving bruises as he sought to make her realize the gravity of the situation. She belonged to him now and she would obey. His free hand moved between them again, slipping beneath the wet folds of her sex and finding her entrance. With a rough thrust, his finger breached her tightness, filling her completely as he growled deep in his throat. "This is what I want," he gritted out through clenched teeth. "And this is what you're going to give me."

Her struggles were useless against him;

His lips curled into a cruel smile as he felt her body respond to his touch, her muscles tensing and releasing around his invading finger. He thrust deeper, growling low in his throat at the exquisite sensation of possessing her like this. His other hand moved up her body, cupping her breast once more as he pinched and tweaked her nipple roughly, demanding attention even as his fingers brought her pleasure. The pleasure coursing through her was addictive, making it almost impossible for her to resist him any longer.

With a final rough thrust of his finger, he felt the tightness give way beneath him and she cried out, arching into his touch as release washed over her. Her body quivered in the aftermath, sweat beading on her brow as she tried to catch her breath. She looked up at him through lidded eyes, fear and desire mixing together within them

The demon king looked down at her, his expression unreadable as he watched the emotions chase each other across her features. He withdrew his fingers slowly, groaning softly at the sensation of losing contact with her slick heat. Before she could react, however, his other hand cupped her breast once more, pinching and tweaking the nipple roughly again as he thrust his hips forward hard against her thigh. His arousal was almost painful now; he needed relief and he needed it soon.

"Look at me," he growled, voice husky with need. "Tell me you belong to me." His fingers circled the sensitive bud of her nipple relentlessly as his hips continued to move against her thigh, leaving her aching and wanting more.

Her gaze flickered upward to meet his, uncertainty warring with desire in those beautiful eyes. It

The demon king's heart skips a beat as her gaze locks with his. It's almost enough to make him forget the pain of wanting release, but not quite. "Say it," he whispers roughly, nipping at her bottom lip before suckling gently on it. His other hand moves between them, spreading her folds wide and pressing against her entrance once more. The feel of her slick heat beneath his fingertips drives him to the edge of sanity, making it impossible for him to think about anything but burying himself inside her and filling the void that's been growing inside him since he first laid eyes on her.

"Say it," he growls again, thrusting his fingers deeper as she arches into the contact. Her walls clench around him, making it almost too much to bear as he struggles to keep control. "Tell me you belong to me." His h