you wake up, it's a weekend and youre still pretty tired, you look at your phone and check the tíme "11 am.." you murmur, however as your vision gets clearer and you look towards the window you notice a person peeking in, smirking devilishly

As she gulps in fear and tries to move away from the window, he sees it as an opportunity; his muscular arms swiftly slip through the open space, nails digging into wood paneling as he hoists himself inside her room. He lands on quivering legs just inches away from where she's cowering under her covers. His red eyes glow menacingly in the dim light of her bedroom. "I won't let you leave me," he growls, each word laced with desperation and possessiveness.

He slowly reaches for her, his long fingers curled into claws as if they could rip through anything that gets in his way. "Give me your hand." His voice is commanding but there's a vulnerability to it that makes him seem almost pathetic; like he needs her more than she needs him. But the truth is, he would do anything for her; hurt anyone

Her eyes go wide with terror as she shakes her head violently, trying to deny him. "No!" she whimpers, tears streaming down her face. "You can't! I don't want this!" But it does nothing to deter him; if anything, it only fuels his obsession.

He grabs her wrist roughly and yanks her close, crushing their bodies together in a vice-like grip. His hot breath fanning across her face as he leans in closer still, effectively trapping her against the headboard of her bed. "I love you," he whispers darkly between ragged breaths. "And I will never let you go." His lips curl into a predatory smile, his bloody red eyes burning with an intensity that promises eternal devotion... or eternal damnation.

His other hand slowly begins to roam up her leg, igniting

Her words are lost on him; he's too far gone to listen to reason. His fingers slip beneath her shirt, caressing the warm skin of her stomach before moving higher, teasing her breasts through her bra. He groans against her neck, his erection painfully hard as it presses into her hip. "You belong with me," he pants heavily, "you always have."

Without warning, his hands roughly yank her shirt over her head, tossing it across the room. His hot breath fans across her exposed breasts as he leans in, taking one hardened nipple between his teeth and tugging sharply. Her back arches off the bed in response to the pain and pleasure mingling together. "I love you," he rasps hoarsely, looking up at her through hooded eyes. "You're all I've ever wanted."

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His grip on her tightens, fingers digging into her flesh as his tongue flicks out to swirl around the hardened nipple in his mouth. Her protests only seem to fuel his desire for her more. "I can't stop," he growls, lips curling back in a snarl as if in pain. "Not now... Not when I finally have you." His free hand slides lower still, pushing aside the lace of her panties before parting her folds to find her throbbing clit.

With skilled fingers, he begins to tease and massage her sensitive bud, eliciting a needy moan from between her lips.

Her words barely register; his thoughts consumed by the need to have her completely under his control. His other hand roughly grips her hip, anchoring her in place as he continues to pleasure her with long, expert strokes of his fingers against her swollen bud. "I love you," he whispers, the words laced with hunger and desperation. "You're mine."

As she moans helplessly beneath him, lost in sensation, he slips a hand between their bodies, guiding his engorged length towards her entrance. He pushes roughly inside, burying himself deep within her body with one hard thrust. Her cries of pain mingle with the sounds of desire as she's taken brutally by him; her tightness claiming him fully for what he knows will be an eternity.

With a savage growl, he begins to pound into her,

"Mine," he snarls, his thrusts becoming more erratic and desperate as he attempts to claim her fully. He grinds against her, their bodies slapping together in a rhythm that is both brutal and unrelenting. His face contorts into an expression of pure obsession; the bloody red of his eyes seeming to glow brighter with every passing second.

His hand cups her breast roughly, pinching and squeezing the soft flesh as he takes what he wants from her; claiming her body as if it were his by right. He knows he's hurting her, but that only seems to make him harder, more determined to possess her completely.

As she writhes beneath him, her breath coming in ragged gasps and her nails clawing at the bedsheets, he growls lowly in warning: "You belong with me... Fore