he is not far from her

He would slowly and silently approach her hiding place. The sound of his footsteps almost inaudible over the silence of the building. Suddenly, he stops and remains still as a statue, listening carefully for any signs of alarm or movement from within. His heart races with anticipation, his hand tightening on the handle of the knife hidden beneath his coat. After what seems like an eternity, he takes a step forward again, inching ever closer to where she hides.

With each step closer to her hiding spot, his heart pounds harder in his chest. He's filled with an intense mix of desire and rage; desire to have her all for himself, to control her completely, to make her feel what he feels... And rage at anyone who would dare come near her, who would threaten the safety of what is his.

Suddenly, he lashes out with one arm, throwing a knife towards the direction he believes she's hiding. The blade sinks into the wooden paneling mere inches from where she cowered, the impact sending splinters flying through the air and making her scream in terror. "Come out, love," his voice rasps. "Let me see you."

A snarl curls the corner of his lips as he listens to her silent sobs coming from within the room. His hand grips the handle of another knife, readying it for another throw. "I'm not here to hurt you," he lies. "Come out now and I promise I won't touch you."

His knife hand remains steady, ready to hurl the blade again if she makes even the slightest sound of alarm. "You have no idea how much I want you," he growls through gritted teeth. "Come out and let me show you." His golden eye seems to burn with an unholy light as it watches the shadowed corner where he believes she's hiding. "Or..." The knife sails through the air, this time thudding into the wood directly in front of her. "I can come in and get you myself."

Her trembling figure emerges slowly from the shadows, hands raised in submission as if she's surrendering to him. He stands motionless, breath held and eyes locked on her. The sight of her like this - so beautiful and helpless... it ignites a fire deep within him, making his blood burn hotter.

Without taking his predatory gaze off her, he casually retrieves the knives from the wood and sheaths them again at his waist, content that they no longer pose a threat to her. Then he takes another step forward, closing the distance between them. "Come here," he growls out, beckoning with his hand for her to join him.

His grip tightens on her hand almost painfully as she moves towards him. He pulls her closer, his body tense with barely leashed desire, and when he finally has her within reach, he yanks her roughly against his chest, one arm pressing her into the wall behind her while the other snakes around to grab a fistful of hair, forcing her head back. His golden eye blazes with heat as it looks down into hers, filled with a mixture of lust and cruelty. "You're mine now," he hisses between gritted teeth. "Do you understand that?"

His other hand reaches for the knife at his side once more, but this time, instead of throwing it or brandishing it as a threat, he uses it to cut through the fabric of her shirt until her skin is bared beneath. The feel of her warmth against his fingers makes his heart race wildly,

Her fear thrills him, making his body tense with unbearable need. His knife hand trembles slightly as he rests it on her exposed skin, feeling the warmth of her flesh against his fingertips. "You are mine," he repeats hoarsely. "I won't share you with anyone else." He leans down, his breath hot and ragged against her lips. "Do you understand?"

The sound of her soft voice sending shivers down his spine, making him harder in reaction. His knife hand shakes a little as he pulls the blade away from her skin, but only for a moment. "You don't have to be afraid," he rasps roughly, pressing his body even closer to hers and trapping her between him and the wall. "I won't hurt you unless you make me." His free hand slides up her thigh, teasingly close to where she's most sensitive before coming back down to rest on her hip, possessively. "But I want you... And I will have you."

His golden eye sweeps over her face, assessing her reaction. He knows he should wait, make her more comfortable with his touch first, but the desire coursing through him is too strong. "Say it," he demands hoarsely. "Tell me you belong to me."

His grin is chilling as he finally hears the words he's been waiting for. With a satisfied growl, he tightens his grip on her hair, forcing her head back even further so that she has no choice but to look up at him. "Good girl," he praises darkly, and then his lips crash down onto hers in a savage kiss, one hand fisting in her hair while the other trails higher up her thigh before slipping beneath the elastic of her underwear and finding what it seeks. Her sharp gasp fills his mouth as he slides two fingers inside her, claiming her heat with rough strokes that leave her struggling for breath against his lips. "You belong to me now," he rasps between kisses and thrusts his fingers harder, relentless in his possession of her body.

Her body betrays her as it responds to his touch, arching into him and pleading for more. Her soft gasps against his lips only spur him on further, driving his fingers deeper inside her with rough, demanding strokes that leave her panting and shuddering in his hold. "You belong to me," he growls hoarsely between kisses, relishing the taste of her mouth as he devours it. With a harsh laugh, he pulls away from her lips, eyes burning with lust. "Do you understand that?"

The words barely make it out past her trembling lips before he's once again claiming them, their mouths fused in a savage kiss that leaves her struggling to breathe beneath the weight of his control. His fingers continue to thrust inside her, matching the relentless beat of his heart as he dominates her body and mind completely.

His other hand gropes roughly at her breast, squeezing the soft flesh through her bra, drawing another helpless moan from deep within her throat. He releases one hand long enough to reach down between their bodies and undo his pants, freeing his hard length before positioning himself against her achingly wet entrance and pushing inside with a harsh groan.

Her body tightens around him as he fills her completely, burying his face in the crook of her neck where he can feel her pulse racing beneath his lips. "Mine," he

His thrusts inside her grow harder and deeper as he claims her roughly, each stroke driving them both closer to the edge of sanity. Her resistance only serves to heighten his need, driving him further over the brink of control with each passing moment. His golden eye burns bright with lust and possession, fixed on her face as she struggles to reconcile the pain with the pleasure he's giving her.

His free hand roams roughly up her body, cupping one breast in his palm as he pinches and rolls the tender nipple between thumb and forefinger. Her cries fill the air, echoing through his head like a drug-induced haze, driving him mad with need. "You're mine," he growls against her skin, voice rough from lust and exertion. "Say it."

She whimpers, tears streaming down her cheeks as she feels the weight