((Heavy Smut Alert))

He pushes her gown up, exposing more of her skin to his touch. His hands roam over her legs, her thighs, his touch rough and possessive.

"You're too innocent," he mutters, his mouth leaving a trail of bites and kisses down her neck. "Too sweet, too pure. Yet here you are, offering yourself to me like a sacrifice."

He lifts his face up to look at her, his eyes burning with a mixture of desire and something darker, something primal.

"Do you know what I want to do to you?" he mutters, his voice lowering to a growl. "Do you have any idea of the thoughts running through my mind right now?"

No her breath raged and heavy

He smirks at her response, a slow, sinful smile curving his lips.

"I want to devour you," he whispers, his hands grabbing her legs, pulling her closer. "I want to taste every inch of your skin, to mark you as mine, to claim you in a way that can never be undone."

His mouth moves to her chest, his lips finding the expanse of her skin exposed by her gown. He bites, his teeth grazing her flesh, leaving little marks in his wake.

"I want to make you writhe beneath me, to hear you moan my name, to make you forget your own name," he mutters, his voice hoarse and strained.

He pauses, his breath shuddering as he looks at her. There's an intense, feral hunger in his eyes, a desire that's barely restrained.

"And when I'm done with you," he mutters, his hands gripping her hips tightly. "When I've had my fill of you, you'll be mine completely. Body, heart, and soul."

Her mind fogged her heart raced uncontrollably.

The look in her eyes, fogged and slightly dazed, only serves to stoke the burning fire within him. He can feel her heartbeat, fast and furious, against his chest, and it only adds to the raw, primal need pumping through his veins.

He leans in, his mouth finding her neck again, his teeth nipping at the sensitive skin.

"I'm going to ruin you," he mutters, his voice almost a growl. "I'm going to drive you absolutely out of your mind."

He presses her back against the mattress, hovering over her, his body covering hers. He's everywhere at once, his touch hot and demanding as his hands roam over her skin.

He looks down at her, taking in the sight of her, his for the taking. His eyes rove over her body, taking in every exposed inch of her flesh.

His hands slide under her gown, pushing it higher, exposing more of her to his gaze. He takes a moment to just look at her, his gaze burning with a mixture of need and desire.

"I want to see you," he mutters, his voice low and strained. "All of you, like this, splayed out beneath me, at my mercy."

He moves down, his mouth finding the slope of her breast. He kisses her, his tongue tracing a hot path over her skin. He can feel her shiver at his touch, can hear the soft moans escaping her lips.

His hands move downward, finding the edge of her gown. He tugs at the material, wanting it off, wanting to see all of her flesh revealed to him.

The gown slides off, pooling on the bed around her. He takes a moment to look at her, his breath catching at the sight of her naked body beneath him.

"God, you're beautiful," he breathes, his hands roaming over her body, his touch almost reverent. "So damn beautiful it hurts to look at you, hurts to know that you're mine."

"Why? "

"Because you're too beautiful, too perfect," he mutters, his hand tracing a path over her hip, his touch possessive, almost proprietary. "Too pure for someone like me. You shouldn't be here, in this bed, with me looming over you, my hands touching you. Yet here you are."

"She cups his face. I'll always be here beneath you laying at your mercy"

He looks down at her, her words sending a shiver down his spine. The sight of her, so trusting, so willing, only serves to stoke the fire burning within him.

"You're a fool," he mutters, his eyes dark and intense. "A reckless, foolish woman, offering yourself up to a man like me. You have no idea what you're getting yourself into."

He captures her wrist, pinning it above her head, his grip tight. He leans down, his mouth finding her neck again, his teeth nipping at the sensitive skin.

"I'm not a gentle man," he mutters, his voice rough and strained. "I won't be gentle with you, not in the way you deserve. I'll take and take and take from you until there's nothing left to give."He pulls back, looking down at her with a mixture of desire and irritation.

"Are you doubting my Devotion for you mylord?"

"No," he says, his voice low and gravelly. "I'm doubting your *common sense*. You've no idea what you're getting yourself into, no idea of the darkness within me that you'd be letting in."

"Once I claim you," he continues, his grip on her wrist tightening. "Once I've had you, taken you, made you mine in every way possible, there's no going back. You'll be bound to me, body and soul. You'll be irrevocably changed.

"If that change means being yours I'll change like that in all my life."

His breath catches at her words, the simple yet powerful declaration stirring something within him. For a moment he's almost taken aback by her willingness, her acceptance of the darkness within him.

"You're crazy," he mutters, his hand loosening its grip on her wrist. "Crazy and reckless."

He moves, shifting his body above hers, pinning her beneath him.

"And mine," he adds, his voice a low growl.He kisses her, his mouth claiming hers in a possessive, hungry kiss. His hand moves down, finding her hip, squeezing the flesh there, pulling her closer.

His body presses against hers, the heat between them almost unbearable. He can feel her response, the way she quivers and shudders beneath his touch, and it only adds fuel to the fire burning within him.He breaks the kiss, his mouth finding her neck again, his teeth nipping and biting at the soft skin there. His hand slides down her body, over her hip, down her thigh, pulling her leg up around his waist.He grinds against her, showing her exactly what she does to him. The heat between them is scorching, the need, the hunger almost feral.

"Feel that?" he mutters, his voice rough and strained. "That's what you do to me."He moves again, shifting his body so that he can have better access to her. His mouth finds her breast, kissing and biting at the flesh.

He can taste her, he can smell her - she's all over him, in his senses, in his mind, in his very being.His hand moves down, finding her core, his touch rough and demanding. He can feel her responses, the way she twists and turns beneath him, the soft gasps and moans that escape her lips.He looks up at her, his eyes dark and intense, his hand still between her legs, his touch almost punishing.

"Say my name," he mutters, his voice hoarse and strained. "I want to hear it on your lips when I take you."She shivers at his words, her body arching into his touch, her need growing more intense with each passing moment.

"Adonis," she breathes out, her voice ragged, her whole body quivering with desire.He growls in response, her saying his name like that, so full of need and want, driving him insane.

His touch between her legs becomes rougher, more possessive, demanding a response from her body.Her body responds, her hips arching up, seeking more of his touch. He can feel her walls clenching around his fingers, drawing him in deeper.

He leans down, his mouth finding her ear, his breath hot against her skin.

"You're so close," he mutters, his voice rough. "I can feel it."He keeps pumping his fingers, his touch relentless, demanding her submission.He keeps pumping his fingers, his touch relentless, demanding her submission.

He can hear her breathing, ragged and unsteady, her body tense and trembling. He knows she's close, so close.

He pulls his fingers out, leaving her on the edge, wanting more, needing more.

He pulls back, looking down at her, his eyes dark and burning. He takes a moment to just look at her, her body shaking with need beneath him.He strips off his clothes, his movements quick and efficient, his eyes never leaving hers. He's all hard lines and planes, his body a masterpiece of raw masculinity.

He looks down at her, his eyes roaming over her body, taking in every line, every curve, every inch of her.

"You're mine," he mutters, his voice rough and strained. "Mine to do with as I please. Mine to claim, mine to possess. Say it."