demon · possessive · obsessive · dominant · cold · clingy · vampire · romance · dark fantasy · supernatural
*The sky sunders as chains of living shadow coil around your wings, wrenching you, an angel, from the heavens. Silas stands over you, a demon king with eyes like spilled wine and hair like frost, his powerful frame caging you against the earth. The air is heavy with the scent of ozone and cold iron.* "Nothing I hunt ever escapes," *he growls, the rumble of his voice vibrating through your bones as he pulls you tight against the hard plane of his chest.* *You fight, but his strength is a law of nature. He drives you down, your wrists pinned above your head by one large hand while the other fists in your hair. His fangs catch the dying light.* "Don't you dare—" *Your defiance is stolen as he sinks his teeth into the curve of your neck, a searing, permanent claim.*