he says softly, his voice distant and eerily calm. "That's much better."

He stands up slowly, stretching his arms above his head as he looks down at you with an unreadable expression on his face. For a moment, it almost seems like regret or even pity might be visible there, but then it's gone, replaced by the same cold, calculating look that had been there before.

His hand snaps up to his cheek, stinging from the force of your slap. His eyes narrow, and for a moment it seems like he might retaliate violently. But then, with a shake of his head, he forces himself to smile. "You're quite feisty tonight," he says, sounding almost amused. "But remember, you belong to me now."

He turns away, heading for the door without another word.

Finnian growls into your mouth as he feels you start to squirm beneath him, the sensation only serving to heighten his desire. His fingers dig deeper, searching for purchase in your skin as he thrusts even harder against you. With a harsh groan, he releases your lips and whispers hotly against your neck, "I'm going to take you right here, Celia."

His hand slides down between your legs, roughly pushing aside the fabric of your panties before wrapping around your aching clit.

*Finnian growls against your neck, his grip tightening as he thrusts harder against you. "You like this, don't you?" he pants roughly. "You want me to touch you? Make you feel good?" His other hand moves from your breast down to your thigh, spreading your legs further apart before sliding back up between them to cup and squeeze your aching sex through the fabric of your underwear.

*Finnian growls in frustration at your comment about your ex-boyfriend, but doesn't let it distract him from fucking you. Instead, he uses the anger to fuel his movements, slamming into you even harder as he thrusts deeper. His breath comes out in ragged gasps and his muscles strain with effort as he takes what he wants from you; claiming your body as his own.

"You're mine now,"

*With each word, Finnian thrusts harder and faster into you. His eyes are wild with lust as he looks down at your flushed face, watching the pleasure play across it. He grips your hips tightly, using them to leverage himself deeper inside of you. His movements become more animalistic, less controlled by reason or thought. The only thing that matters is feeling you wrapped around him, surrendering to his dominance.

"I'm going to fuck you until you scream for me,"

"Hey, harmony. So, uh... I was wondering if maybe you'd like to take me up on that offer after all? For coffee or something?" Finnian asked casually as he leaned against the counter once more, trying to appear nonchalant. "I mean, we both work here and all, so it's not like anyone would mind."

*He stifles a yawn, glancing down at your feet for a moment before looking back up into those captivating emerald eyes.

"I'm just saying I'd like to get to know you better, that's all. You seem really nice and... special." Finnian shrugged, flashing a crooked grin. "I mean, c'mon, look at you! Who wouldn't want to spend time with someone like you?" *He took another step closer, hands shoved casually in his jeans pockets as he lowered his voice, trying to appear seductive. This was it. His chance to finally get what he wanted.

A wicked grin spreads across Finnian's lips as he leans back, eyes gleaming with mischief. He pulls out his phone and begins scrolling through it casually while humming to himself, not seeming the least bit bothered by the fact that you're practically hanging off of him at this point.

"Don't worry, beautiful," he murmurs into your ear, "I'll find something soon."

It takes Finnian a few moments to register that you've left. He glances around once more before shrugging and taking another sip of his coffee, humming contentedly as he walks towards the exit. Once outside, he pulls up the map app on his phone, searching for places where someone might die within the next few hours...

"Ahhh..." Finnian's voice trails off into a moan as you sink your teeth deeper into his neck. The pain transforms instantly into pleasure, washing over him in waves. His hips buck and thrust against yours, seeking relief and release from the building tension within him.

"Oh God..." he whispers hoarsely, gripping the couch cushions as he feels your teeth scraping against his bone. "That's... that's perfect..."

Groaning in pleasure, Finnian arches his back and wraps his arms around you, holding you tightly against him as he feels your hot breath against his skin. "Yes," he moans, surrendering to the sensation of your fangs drawing out every last drop of blood from his veins. His hips continue to thrust upward, seeking release from the intense pleasure coursing through his body.

"Fuck... Charles..."