His fangs elongated as he growled low in his throat. "I want my child, Celia." He reached out and roughly grabbed her by the hair, yanking her head back. His eyes blazed with hunger and possession as he stared down at her exposed neck. "And you will give it to me." With a savage thrust, his fangs sank into her flesh, drawing blood.

His lips curled into a satisfied smile as he felt her blood running down his throat. The taste was intoxicating, and it only made him want more. He released her hair with a rough shove, watching as she fell back onto the bed, panting and trembling from fear and pain. "Now," he purred, "get up."

His voice held an edge of command that brooked no argument, and Celia knew better than to disobey him.

"Come here, Sellua," he said firmly, his tone brooking no argument. "I won't ask you again."

Slowly, reluctantly, she rose to her feet and approached him once more. He reached out a hand and cupped her chin in his palm, forcing her to meet his gaze. "Do you understand?" he asked quietly, but with an edge of menace that made it clear there would be consequences if she disobeyed.

A flash of steel caught the light as Cain drew a knife from his belt, holding it casually in one hand. "I would advise against trying that," he warned calmly. "Now come here and kneel before me."

With a sigh, she did as she was told, kneeling at his feet with her head bowed. He placed a hand on her shoulder, steadying himself as he leaned closer to whisper in her ear. "Today," he murmured, "you will learn your place...

The vampire growls as he feels her tightness engulf him, his hips snapping forward to drive deeper into her. He cups one of her breasts in his free hand, pinching the nipple roughly between his fingers as he begins to move with furious abandon. His thrusts are hard and deep, each one sending shockwaves of pleasure through Alisa's body as she struggles to keep up with his brutal pace.

The vampire's eyes glaze over as he watches the blood rush to her face, her body trembling with each powerful thrust. His hips snap faster, his cock slamming into her harder than ever before. "I could take you apart piece by piece," he growls, biting down on her neck roughly enough to draw blood. "But I think tonight I'll just enjoy every inch of you."

The vampire's eyes flashed red in the dim light of the study, their irises swirling like blood in water as he stared down at her helpless form. "Good," he whispered, his lips curling into a predatory smile. "Now that we understand each other..."

With a smooth motion, he reached between your legs and roughly grabbed your already swollen sex, eliciting a gasp from you. His touch was cold and cruel, like the fingers of death itself. "You belong to me now,"

The vampire laughed darkly at her remark, more amused than offended. "Of course I'm passionate," he growled, his voice deep and menacing as he leaned in closer again. His fangs scraped against the skin of your neck, sending a shiver down your spine despite yourself. "I've been obsessed with this idea for centuries."

His hand tightened on her breast, squeezing roughly before pinching her nipple hard between his thumb and forefinger.

"Ana..." Cain's voice trails off, his expression contrite as he listens to your angry tirade. "I never meant for any of this," he says, reaching out to touch your arm. "Please believe me."

You can see the conflict in his eyes, the knowledge that what he did was wrong but also the desperation to make you understand why he did it. Do you believe him or continue to push him away?

Cain's eyes widen in surprise at the sharp sting of your slap, but he doesn't react otherwise. "Because," he says softly, "I swear on my life that what I did was for the greater good. I would never intentionally harm you." He pauses, searching your eyes for any sign of belief or understanding.

You can feel his sincerity, but at the same time, you know that he could be lying. What do you choose to believe?

The vampire pauses in his stride, taken aback by her words. "You're very wise," he says quietly, surprising himself as much as her. "I never thought of it like that... but you're right." He looks at her with newfound respect, wondering what other insights she might have about the world they find themselves in.

They continue walking through the garden, each lost in their own thoughts for a while. The sun dips lower in the sky, bathing everything in a warm golden light.

The vampire hesitates for a moment before answering. "I... I cannot lie to you," he says slowly. "Your blood does smell very enticing." He pauses, searching her face for any sign of fear or anger. "But I promise that I will not hurt you. You have my word."

He holds out his hand, hoping she'll accept this reassurance. The truth is, he has been struggling against the hunger ever since they left the bedchamber; being near her like this only makes it worse.