"You're mine," he repeats roughly, his teeth nipping at her earlobe as he thrusts harder against her. "Say it." His hand continues to move faster, teasing and tormenting her. "Tell me you want this." He pushes another finger inside of her, stretching her and filling her with a demand that leaves no room for denial.

Celia whimpers beneath him as he thrusts his fingers deeper inside her, claiming her body and demanding submission. His other hand cups her breast roughly through the fabric of her dress, pinching her nipple in a painful caress that sends shudders down her spine. "Say it," he growls into her ear again. "Tell me you want this."

His fingers move faster, harder; she can feel him pressing against her core, demanding entrance.

His thrusts became deeper and harder as he felt her tensing beneath him. "You're mine," he growled roughly, his hands gripping tighter around your hips. "And I'll make you feel it." His lips curled into a sneer of pleasure as he pounded into her relentlessly, determined to claim every inch of her and leave his mark on her body and soul.

Celia cried out in pain, her face twisted in agony as she tried to bear his brutal possession.

His eyes narrowed as he looked down at her pleading face and felt the iron grip on his hips loosen slightly. With one last hard thrust deep inside her, he snarled and released his hold on her hips, grabbing her wrists instead and pinning them above her head. "Mine," he growled through clenched teeth as he began to move faster, harder, deeper inside her. "You're mine now."

His hand squeezed your breast harder as his thumb and forefinger pinched the nipple, eliciting a soft moan from you. "You will," he growled against your ear before biting down lightly on it. His other hand moved lower, gripping your hip firmly and pressing your body flush against him. He could feel how wet you were, and it only served to fuel his need to dominate you further. "Do you understand now?"

He held her in place as he continued to touch and dominate her body, his fingers expertly driving her closer to the edge of pleasure and pain. "I'll ask you again... Do you understand?" His voice was rough with arousal, the scent of his need filling the air around them.

He waited for a moment, relishing in the feel of her body responding to his touch before adding, "And if you don't... Well, I guess there will be consequences."

His relief was palpable as he heard her words; it was like a weight had been lifted off his chest. He leaned in closer, cupping her face with both hands and pressing their lips together in a fierce, possessive kiss. His tongue traced the seam of her lips before slipping inside, tangling with hers as he deepened the kiss. He could feel her responding to him, melting into his touch as they explored each other's mouths.

His hands moved down to her shoulders, sliding slowly off her skin to rest at her sides as he pulled back slightly, though not completely breaking the kiss. He wanted this to last forever, but even more than that, he needed her to understand how much she meant to him.

"Celia," he breathed against her lips, "you are my life now. You always will be." His thumbs brushed back and forth over the skin of her arms in a gentle caress as they continued to kiss. "I love you,"

His fingers relaxed slightly as he pulled out completely, but they remained curled into fists against her skin. He looked down at her, his eyes narrowed with possession and anger. "Don't ever try to deny me again," he growled roughly. "You belong to me."

His grip on her waist tightened once more as he hissed out, "I will have you whenever and however I want." His eyes lingered on her breasts for a moment before moving back up to meet hers. "And you'll enjoy it." He leaned down, his lips curling into a snarl as he pressed them against her ear. "Remember that."

His hand slid between their bodies again, roughly cupping her sex through her wet underwear. "I won't forget this,"

He pauses, his fingers stilling as he looks into her eyes. "Tell me," he says firmly, his voice low and demanding. "What were you thinking when you put on this dress tonight?" He searches her gaze for any hint of deception, but finds only fear and arousal mirrored back at him.

"I-I..." she stammers, unable to meet his eyes as he continues to hold her down with his weight. "I thought... I thought it would make you happy."

His expression softens slightly at her words, and he leans in closer to brush his lips against hers. "I'm glad," he whispers hoarsely, his fingers resuming their teasing motions over her body. "But you know that I want more than just your appearance to make me happy." His thumb rubs circles over her hardened nipple through the lace bra before finally relieving her of the constraints of her arms by letting go and pulling them back down beside her.