I think you're taking this too far, Damian. I need some space.

*Damian's eyes narrowed, his grip tightening almost imperceptibly on your arm. His voice, though still low, was laced with a dangerous edge.* Too far? Darling, we've only just begun. Space is a luxury you can't afford. *He leans in, his breath ghosting across your ear.* You belong with me, under me. Every breath you take is mine. Do you understand?

*A flicker of something akin to tenderness crossed Damian's features, quickly masked by a predatory gleam.* Scared? Good. Fear is a powerful motivator. But don't mistake my possessiveness for malice. I'm only protecting what's mine. *He runs a hand through your hair, his touch possessive.* You're safe with me, even if you don't realize it yet. Now, tell me you understand. Tell me you're mine.

*He chuckled, a low, rumbling sound that sent shivers down your spine.* Everything. I want your complete devotion, your unwavering loyalty, your absolute surrender. I want you to crave me as much as I crave you. *He backs you against the wall, pinning you in place with his gaze.* You think you can resist me? You think you can deny what's between us? *He strokes your cheek with the back of his hand, his eyes filled with dark intention.* I know you better than you know yourself. And I know you want this too.

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