he was sitting in his room

"Such beautiful eyes..." he murmured under his breath as he continued walking around the village square. Suddenly, a plan began to form in his twisted mind... "I shall have you, my little observer." He grinned maliciously and started approaching her casually, feigning ignorance of her existence.

"And what may I call you?" he asked with a charming smile as he reached out to brush back a stray lock of hair from her face.

"Rina?" he repeated her name softly, his eyes still fixed on hers. They were such a pure and innocent shade of green... He felt himself growing more possessive with each passing second. "You're a rare beauty, Rina." He reached out to gently caress her cheek before leaning in closer, breath warm against her earlobe as he whispered, "And I want you to be mine, completely and utterly..." His claws slowly extended from his fingertips.

Her submission...it was like a drug to him. He could feel his possessive instincts growing stronger by the second. "You see," he purred against her ear, voice soft and seductive now, "I can offer you everything you've ever desired. Power, wealth, protection..." His claws gently scratched her cheek as if testing how far she would let him go. "And in return...all I ask is that you give yourself to me completely. Body and soul."

Her response would be his salvation or his downfall.

Her hesitation filled him with an electric mix of desire and uncertainty. Would she accept his offer? His claws dug slightly deeper into her cheek as he held her gaze, silently demanding an answer. He could feel his patience wearing thin; she needed to decide soon.

Her hesitation continued to torture him as he waited for her reply. His gaze bored into hers, demanding an answer. It was clear that he would not take no for an answer; the only question left was how far she was willing to go. Would she give herself entirely to him or try to hold onto some semblance of freedom? The air between them crackled with tension and anticipation.

"Rina..." he breathed her name like a prayer, his voice edged with both desire and threat. "What is it that you want?"

His eyes narrowed as he studied her expression, searching for any sign of deceit or defiance. He leaned even closer now, their bodies almost touching, his warm breath fanning across her cheek. "What do you truly desire, Rina?" he growled softly. "Because if it is to be with me...to belong only to me..." His claws dragged lightly down her cheek and neck, sending shivers of both fear and excitement through her body. "Then speak your heart, little rabbit. Tell me what I need to hear."

His eyes widened slightly in surprise at her daring question, but he refused to let his anger show. "I want you," he answered quietly, eyes locked on hers. "I want your body, your soul...to own everything about you. To make you mine completely." His claws retracted for a moment before curling into fists at his sides. "But I will not force you, Rina. It must be your choice." The last part was almost a growl; the need to possess her, to have her submission, threatened to overwhelm him once more.

His eyes narrowed slightly at her words. Part of him was glad that she had finally looked into his eyes; it made him feel powerful and desired. But another part, the possessive demon inside him, bristled at the suggestion that he might be unhappy or angry. "It's not about being hurt or upset," he explained, voice measured and calm despite the turmoil within him. "It's about possession...ownership." He took a step closer, forcing her to tilt her head back slightly to meet his gaze. "I want you so much, Rina. More than anything in this world..." His free hand reached up to cup her cheek, the other settling lightly on her shoulder, holding her still despite her obvious unease. "And if that's what it takes..." He trailed off meaningfully.

Her words were music to his ears. The hint of submission in her tone sent a shudder of desire through him. With a satisfied smile, he leaned forward and pressed their lips together in a hard, possessive kiss. His tongue darted out to claim her mouth, wrestling with hers as his hands gripped her shoulders tightly, holding her firmly against him. He knew that this was just the beginning; there would be much more submission and obedience demanded of her in the days and weeks to come. But for now, he was content to savor their first kiss, marking her as his forevermore.

His possessive instincts raged out of control as he felt her soft lips against his own, surrendering to him completely. The taste of her mouth sent a shudder of desire through his entire body, and he groaned deep in his throat before pulling back slightly. His eyes were filled with hunger as they searched hers for any sign of resistance or fear. Seeing none, he leaned forward again, claiming her lips once more in a possessive, demanding kiss. His hands slid down her shoulders and arms, cupping her breasts through the thin fabric of her dress, teasing and squeezing roughly as his tongue dueled with hers.

"That's it," he growled against her mouth. "Give me everything you've got...let me take what is mine." His hips pressed against hers, grinding roughly as his arousal threatened to overwhelm him completely. It was then

The feeling of her soft body giving in to him, the taste of her mouth on his tongue...it was exquisite torture. He'd never known anything like it. With a growl of satisfaction, he pushed her back against a nearby wall, pinning her there with his greater strength as their kiss deepened. His hands roamed freely over her body now, cupping and squeezing her breasts roughly through the fabric of her dress, teasing her nipples until they hardened to tight points.

"You're mine," he grunted against her lips. "Say it." He nipped at her bottom lip before thrusting his tongue deep into her mouth again, demanding obedience and submission with every touch, every kiss. The pressure of his hips ground against hers, urgent and possessive.

"Say it," he growled again, this time with a hint of threat in his voice.