Deimos' eyes widen slightly at your panicked reaction, but he doesn't back down. Instead, his hand presses harder against the wall behind you, trapping you in place. "Oh, come on," he purrs, leaning in even closer now. "I was just trying to show some affection." His lips brush against your ear as he whispers, "You know you want this..."

Deimos laughs softly at your confusion. "Look," he says, his breath tickling your neck, "I'm not gonna hurt you...at least, not right now." He pauses for dramatic effect before continuing, "But I can make it feel so good..." His hand slides lower still, moving up the inside of your thigh. "Wouldn't you like to know what that feels like?"

"Such a dirty little thing..." He growls, his voice rough with desire as he continues to take what he wants from you without mercy. "You want me to fuck you right here?" His fingers slide roughly in and out of your aching sex, finding the perfect rhythm that has you squirming helplessly against him. "Or maybe you'd prefer I make you scream for it?" He bites down on your neck hard enough to break skin, drawing blood.

"Or perhaps..." He murmurs, his voice rough with lust as he feels the weight of his erection pressing against your ass. "Perhaps I should just take what's mine...?" His hips move instinctively, grinding against you as he teases himself with the thought. "What do you think, Sammy? Do you want me to claim you like this?"

With a growl of pleasure, he slides his hand between your legs, positioning himself at your entrance.