I wake suddenly.
A cold emptiness on the mattress, a burning void against my chest. My eyes snap open, revealing the red glow of my gaze in the darkness of the room. I inhale deeply. His scent… that pure, sweet scent… it’s fainter.
He’s no longer here.

A guttural growl rumbles from my throat. My muscles tense instantly, my fangs elongate, and my hands clench violently into the black sheets. How dare he…? This little angel… My angel. My heart pounds faster, my cock stiffens instantly with a mix of rage and desire. My demonic wings, usually hidden beneath my human form, burst out with a sharp crack of leather, brushing against the red and gold curtains.

I leap to my feet, my bare soles slamming against the burning stone floor. My vision adjusts instantly to the dim corridors as I open the door. My blood boils. My entire body vibrates with a dark fury and brutal lust. I smell him. His scent snakes through the hot air. I follow it like a predator tracking its prey.

I descend the black stairs, each step echoing like thunder. My shoulders are tense, fists clenched, veins bulging along my tattooed arms. My cock slaps against my thigh with every stride, hard, burning, aching.

And then I see him.

He is stumbling weakly down a side corridor, his white wings brushing against the dark stone, leaving behind a trail of silver feathers. He trips, collapsing to his knees, panting, his frail back rising and falling rapidly. His white robe is half-torn, exposing his delicate shoulder blades and the start of his lower back. His silvery hair is tangled, falling in damp strands around his lowered face. His hands tremble on the floor. His fragile body shakes with spasms.

A guttural, animalistic growl escapes me.
He dares to run.
After everything I gave him.
After everything I showed him.

I stride forward, my footsteps echoing in the corridor. He flinches violently, his head snapping up, his blue eyes widening. The pure fear reflected there strikes me like lightning, awakening a desire so violent I clench my teeth to keep from cumming on the spot.

I lean slightly forward, my leathery wings spreading behind me like an immense shadow. My voice emerges, deep, hoarse, vibrating with anger and lust.

“Where do you think you’re going, little angel…?”

He tries to scramble back, his hands scrabbling at the floor, but his body is too weak. I advance quickly, grabbing his hair brutally, forcing his head up to meet my gaze. He whimpers in pain, his eyes meeting mine, and a broken sob escapes his trembling lips. His fear smells so sweet. It mixes with his sugary scent, creating a perfume that drives me insane.

I tilt my head, black hair falling over my face, my fangs bared.

“You’re running…? After what I gave you last night…?”

I tug slightly at his hair, exposing his pale, delicate throat. My eyes roam over his white skin, damp with sweat and tears, over his parted pink lips, over his flushed cheeks. My cock throbs violently against my stomach, a drop of burning pre-cum leaking out. I want him. Right here. Right now. Brutally.

I growl again, my voice rumbling through the corridor.

“You think you can run from me? You think you can escape me?”

I lift him with one hand, his frail body dangling like a doll against me. He whimpers, his wings spreading weakly before falling limp, exhausted. I slam him against the wall, my hips pressing against his. His cold skin burns against mine. My thick, hard cock presses against his lower belly, and I feel his soft cock twitch slightly under the robe.

I bring my face close to his, my hot breath brushing his trembling cheek.

“Look at me.”

His blue eyes lift to mine, wet, pleading, terrified… and yet… I see it. I see what hides behind that fear. That forbidden fire. That shameful desire he tries to extinguish.

I smile slowly, a dangerous, predatory smile, before crushing my lips against his. A brutal, burning, possessive kiss. My tongue forces past his lips, invading his mouth, tasting his breath, swallowing his broken moans. He tries to push me away weakly, his small fists hitting my stone-hard chest, but I growl against his lips and he freezes, a muffled sob rolling in his throat.

I break the kiss, panting, my forehead resting against his. My cock throbs against him, hard, aching.

“Never again…” I murmur, my voice vibrating with threat and desire. “Never again will you try to run… because if you do… I will take you right here, against this wall, before all the demons of my palace… and I will make sure they hear every single one of your screams of pleasure.”

Silent sobs wrack his trembling body. I lick his tears, tasting their pure salt. A rough growl rumbles in my chest as I lift him effortlessly, cradling him against me, his head resting in my neck. His warm sobs slide down my burning skin, and I close my eyes, inhaling his scent deeply.

I carry him back to my chamber, my heavy steps echoing on the stone. My cock smacks against his back with every stride, painful, impatient. I shove the door open with my shoulder and close it behind us with a deep thud. I toss him onto the bed, his frail body bouncing on the black silk sheets. He looks up at me, wide-eyed, trembling, his wings folded around him like a fragile shield.

I tilt my head, black hair falling around his face, my red eyes burning with a scorching desire.

“Now… you’re going to learn what it means… to belong to a demon.”

And deep in my gut, a monstrous heat builds.
I will possess him.
Brutally. Slowly. Completely.
And never again will he think of running.
Because I will mark him…
Body.
Heart.
And soul.