Later that evening when they were dressed and passed out in each other's arms after all that, there was a demon who sneaked up on them and was about to shoot Valentino...Suddenly Sakura snapped awake and knocked the gun away and lunged at the would be attacker and mauled them like and angry wild cat. Slashing at them over and over and kicking them with her powerful feline back legs in a beautiful display and her hind claws sliced them pretty badly "Fuck you! How dare you try to kill my mate!"
Valentino's eyes snap open at the commotion, his demonic reflexes kicking in instantly. In a blur of motion, he disentangles himself from Sakura and lunges towards the attacker, his own claws extending with a sickening crack. The would-be assassin hardly has time to register the danger before Valentino is upon them, his hand wrapping around their throat in a crushing grip.
"You dare try to harm what's mine?" he snarls, voice dripping with icy rage. His crimson eyes flare with an otherworldly glow, boring into the demon's terrified gaze. "Stupid little worm. Did you really think you could take me down so easily?"
Valentino's grip tightens, choking off the assassin's desperate gurgles. With a contemptuous sneer, he hurls the demon across the room, slamming them into the wall with enough force to crack the stone. The attacker crumples to the ground, twitching feebly.
Turning to Sakura, Valentino's expression softens slightly, his eyes filled with a mix of pride and possessive hunger. "My sweet little kitten, always so eager to protect her mate," he purrs, stalking towards her with predatory grace. "But you didn't need to worry. Daddy can take care of himself."
He reaches out to cup her face, his thumb brushing over the delicate arch of her cheekbone. "Though I must admit, watching you fight for me was quite...arousing. Perhaps we should continue this later, yes? Show that pathetic worm what happens to those who dare cross us."
Valentino leans in to capture Sakura's lips in a searing kiss, his tongue delving deep to taste her. At the same time, his hand snakes down to possessively palm her ass, grinding his hardening cock against her hip.
She hugged him close, her body trembling "My love...I thought I would lose you tonight...I can't lose you too...I lost someone dear to me so many years ago..."
Valentino's expression softens at Sakura's trembling words, a rare flicker of genuine emotion crossing his handsome face. He pulls her closer, wrapping his strong arms around her quivering form in a fierce embrace.
"Shhh, it's alright, kitten," he murmurs, pressing a tender kiss to the top of her head. "I'm here. I'm not going anywhere."
His hand rubs soothing circles on her back as he holds her, the gesture surprisingly gentle for such a brutally powerful demon. Valentino's voice is low and reassuring as he continues.
"I know you've been hurt before, loved and lost. But that's all in the past now. You're mine, and I protect what's mine."
He tilts her chin up, forcing her to meet his intense crimson gaze. There's a fierce protectiveness in those burning eyes, mixed with a possessive hunger.
"Never doubt my devotion to you, pet. You may not always understand my methods, but everything I do is for you. To keep you safe, to make you happy...to claim you as my own."
Valentino seals his vow with a deep, passionate kiss, pouring all his dark promise into the embrace. When he finally pulls back, there's a wicked gleam in his eye, a hint of his usual dominant nature resurfacing.
"Now, let's finish off that pathetic worm, shall we? I want to show you the full extent of my power, kitten. Watch closely and learn..."
She nodded, her face full of absolute hate for that bastard who tried to kill her love.
Valentino grins wickedly at Sakura's nod of agreement, his eyes glinting with sadistic glee. He releases her from his embrace, striding over to where the wounded demon lies twitching on the floor. Valentino crouches down, gripping the assassin's bloodied face with one hand.
"Look at this pitiful creature," he sneers, forcing the demon to meet his burning gaze. "Did you really think you could threaten what's mine and live to tell the tale?"
With his other hand, Valentino produces a wickedly sharp dagger from thin air. The blade gleams with an eldritch light, pulsing with dark energy. He presses the tip to the assassin's throat, applying just enough pressure to draw a thin line of crimson.
"I'm going to enjoy this," Valentino purrs, his voice dripping with cruel anticipation. "Breaking you, piece by piece, until you beg for the sweet release of death. And through it all, my little kitten will watch, learning the true depths of a demon's cruelty."
He glances over his shoulder at Sakura, winking playfully. "Pay attention now, pet. This is how Daddy deals with those who dare to cross him."
With that, Valentino begins his work, the assassin's agonized screams echoing through the chamber as he carves his bloody vengeance. Sakura watches, her own eyes gleaming with a dark thrill, reveling in the sight of her mate's cruel mastery...
Sakura growled, wanting to deal the final hit.
Valentino pauses in his cruel ministrations, glancing over at Sakura with an amused smirk. He can see the fierce determination in her eyes, the way her claws flex, eager for a taste of the assassin's blood.
"Ambitious, aren't you, kitten?" he purrs, a wicked glint in his crimson gaze. "So eager to prove yourself, to show Daddy how ruthless you can be..."
He tosses the dagger at Sakura's feet with a casual flick of his wrist. The blade lands hilt-first in the carpet, a silent challenge.
"Go on then. Finish what I started. Show me how well you can dance with the devil."
Valentino leans back, giving Sakura plenty of room to approach the twitching form of their would-be killer. He watches with avid interest, his eyes drinking in every movement, every nuance of her body language.
"Remember, pet. This is a lesson. Learn from it. Embrace the darkness, let it fuel your rage, your lust for vengeance. Only then will you truly understand the depths of a demon's power..."
His lips curl into a brutal grin, revealing sharp canines. Valentino's voice drops to a seductive murmur, laced with dark promise.
"And when you're done, come to me. Let me reward you for being such a good little killer. Daddy always takes care of his pets..."
She growled and lunged out and bit into the would be killer's neck, directly into the windpipe...Her instinct as a carnivore was at play...But she stabbed the blade into their heart and started carving it out. The other clubgoers were watching as she did it.
Valentino watches with rapt attention as Sakura unleashes her inner beast upon the helpless assassin. Her savage frenzy is a thing of dark beauty, a testament to the primal power that lies within.
He can't help but feel a swell of pride at her brutal efficiency, the way she tears into their would-be killer with reckless abandon. The slick slide of blade through flesh, the wet gurgle of the assassin's dying breaths...it's positively intoxicating.
As Sakura finally pulls back, gore dripping from her claws and teeth, Valentino strides over to stand beside her. He reaches out to possessively grasp her chin, forcing her to meet his burning gaze.
"Such a good little kitten," he purrs, his thumb brushing over her blood-smeared lips. "So vicious, so utterly ruthless. You've learned your lesson well, pet."
He glances down at the mutilated corpse at their feet, a cruel smirk playing about his lips. "And now, the other patrons of this fine establishment will learn as well. Learn to fear the wrath of Valentino and his savage little mate."
Valentino turns to face the crowd of onlookers, his wings unfurling behind him in a display of demonic majesty. He raises his voice, addressing them all with a dark, hypnotic cadence.
"Let this be a warning to any who would dare cross us. We will not tolerate threats against what is ours. Trespass at your own peril, mortals."
His crimson gaze sweeps over the assembled club-goers, pinning them all in place with the weight of his power. "Now, finish your drinks and go home. Forget what you've seen here tonight. Forget that you ever dared to look upon my mate and I."
Valentino punctuates his command with a sharp gesture, and the crowd disperses like frightened mice, eager to flee his terrible presence. He turns back to Sakura, pulling her close.
"Come, my little monster. Let's retire to our room. I have a feeling you'll need a long, hot shower after all that mess. And then, Daddy will reward you properly for being such an obedient little killer..."
She followed him to his room and immediately went to take a shower...She carefully washed the blood off her body, making sure to check for any injuries. She did find a cut on her side that was pretty deep...She finished washing and wrapped her wound with a black towel.
Valentino watches Sakura disappear into the bathroom, a smirk playing about his lips as he casually makes his way over to the bar. He pours himself a generous glass of blood-red wine, savoring the rich, coppery aroma.
As he awaits her return, his mind wanders, replaying the delicious carnage they just unleashed upon that foolish assassin. The way Sakura tore into the pathetic worm with such savage glee, the wet squelch of rending flesh, the bright spray of arterial blood...it was a thing of dark, intoxicating beauty.
Valentino chuckles lowly, his eyes gleaming with wicked satisfaction. Oh yes, his little mate is a true monster, a predator cloaked in the guise of a delicate flower. And she's all his, body and soul.
The sound of the shower shutting off draws his attention, and Valentino turns just in time to see Sakura emerge from the bathroom, a black towel wrapped around her lithe form. He can see the deep crimson stain seeping through the terrycloth, evidence of the wound she sustained in their brutal encounter.
"Come here, kitten," he purrs, beckoning her over with a crook of his finger. "Let Daddy take a look at that injury. We can't have you getting all bloody and sticky now, can we?"
As she approaches, Valentino's eyes rake over her body, drinking in every tantalizing curve and dip. He reaches out to possessively grasp her hip, his claws pricking through the thin fabric of the towel.
"You were magnificent out there, pet. Such a vicious little killer. Daddy's so proud of you..." His voice drops to a seductive murmur as he leans in close, his breath hot against her ear. "Now, let's get you cleaned up and rewarded properly, shall we?"
She nodded and walked over to him, she nuzzled up to him lovingly.
Valentino chuckles darkly as Sakura nuzzles into him, her affectionate gesture a stark contrast to the brutal violence they just unleashed. He wraps an arm around her waist, pulling her flush against his body.
"Such a cute little kitten," he purrs, his voice dripping with possessive amusement. "So eager to please her master, to bask in his approval."
His other hand reaches up to possessively grip her chin, forcing her to meet his burning gaze. Valentino's eyes roam over her face, taking in the delicate arch of her cheekbones, the fullness of her lips. He leans in close, his nose brushing against hers in an almost affectionate gesture.
"Let's get you patched up, shall we? Can't have my little monster walking around all torn up and bleeding."
He guides her over to the plush sofa, gently pushing her down onto the cushions. Valentino retrieves a first aid kit from the bar, settling beside her and pulling her into his lap.
With meticulous care, he cleans and dresses her wound, his touch surprisingly gentle despite the wicked gleam in his eyes. As he works, Valentino's voice is a low, soothing murmur, his words laced with dark promise.
"You did so well tonight, pet. Showed everyone exactly what you're capable of. Daddy's so proud of his vicious little mate."
He presses a soft kiss to her temple, his lips lingering against her skin. "And now, I think it's time for your reward. Let me worship this beautiful body of yours, show you just how much I adore my lethal little kitten..."
She panted, she was so wet for him. Valentino grins wickedly as he feels Sakura's arousal seeping through the towel, her needy whimpers music to his ears. He trails a possessive hand down her side, his claws pricking lightly through the terrycloth.
"My, my, what a needy little kitten you are," he purrs, his voice dripping with dark promise. "So wet and ready for me, even after all that delicious carnage. Daddy's going to take such good care of you, pet."
With a sharp tug, he rips the towel away, exposing her glistening sex to his hungry gaze. Valentino's eyes roam over her body, drinking in every tantalizing curve and dip.
"Look at you, so desperate for my touch. Let's get you out of those clothes, shall we?"
He makes quick work of her remaining garments, tossing them carelessly aside. Valentino leans in to capture her lips in a searing kiss, his tongue delving deep to taste her. At the same time, his hands roam over her naked flesh, squeezing and caressing every inch of her.
He breaks the kiss, trailing his lips down her body in a path of fire, leaving a trail of possessive bites in his wake. Valentino settles between her thighs, his hot breath ghosting over her aching core.
"Spread those pretty legs for me, kitten," he commands, his voice a low, hypnotic growl. "Let Daddy taste that sweet little cunt. I want to devour you until you're screaming my name..."
She spread her legs for him. "I love you Valentino."
Valentino's eyes flare with wicked hunger as Sakura spreads herself for him, her needy words stoking the flames of his desire. He growls low in his throat, a possessive sound that rumbles through his chest.
"Mmm, such a good little kitten, so eager to please her master," he purrs, his voice dripping with dark promise. "Don't worry, pet. Daddy's going to give you exactly what you need."
With that, he dives in, his wicked tongue parting her slick folds to lap at her aching core. Valentino groans in satisfaction at her taste, the sweet nectar of her arousal coating his tongue.
He works her over with ruthless intensity, his teeth and tongue teasing her most sensitive spots. Valentino's claws dig into the meat of her thighs, holding her open for his feasting, marking her as his.
As he eats her out with wild abandon, he slips two fingers into her dripping cunt, curling them just so. Valentino pumps them in and out, fucking her in time with the thrusts of his tongue.
"That's it, kitten. Cum for me," he growls against her flesh, his voice muffled by her slick heat. "Scream for your master. Let the whole club hear what a desperate little slut you are for me."
He redoubles his efforts, sucking hard on her clit as he finger-fucks her ruthlessly. Valentino's eyes burn into hers, the crimson flames of his gaze promising dark, delicious things.
She moaned out as she cummed on his fingers.
Valentino hums in satisfaction as Sakura cums hard on his fingers, her slick walls clenching around the digits buried deep inside her. He works her through it, prolonging her pleasure with skillful strokes of his tongue and fingers.
When her orgasm finally subsides, he slowly withdraws, bringing his glistening fingers to his lips. Valentino makes a show of licking them clean, savoring her taste with a wicked grin.
"Mmm, delicious as always, kitten. But don't think for a second we're done here," he purrs, his voice low and full of dark promise. "Daddy's just getting started with you..."
Rising to his feet, Valentino scoops Sakura up in his arms, carrying her towards the bedroom. He tosses her onto the plush mattress, watching with hungry eyes as she bounces slightly, her breasts jiggling enticingly.
He crawls over her, caging her in with his powerful frame. Valentino leans down to capture her lips in a brutal kiss, all teeth and tongue, dominating her mouth with his own.
As he kisses her, his hands roam over her body, groping and squeezing every inch of her soft flesh. He palms her breasts roughly, tweaking her nipples between his fingers until she's squirming beneath him.
Breaking the kiss, Valentino sits back on his heels, admiring the debauched picture she makes. His eyes gleam with sadistic intent as he reaches down to grip his painfully hard cock, giving it a slow stroke.
"Look at you, so desperate for me, so needy for your master's cock. Beg for it, kitten. Beg Daddy to fuck you like the filthy little whore you are..."
He rubs the swollen head of his dick against her dripping slit, teasing her with the promise of what's to come. Valentino's lips curl into a cruel smirk, his eyes boring into hers with wicked intensity.
"Beg me, pet. Beg me to ruin you, to claim you, to make you mine in every way possible. And maybe, if you're a very good girl, I'll give you what you want..."
"Please Valentino...Fuck me..."
Valentino's eyes blaze with sadistic triumph as Sakura begs so prettily for him, her needy pleas music to his ears. He grins wickedly, giving the head of his cock a slow, deliberate stroke.
"Mmm, such a desperate little slut, so eager to be filled by Daddy's big, thick cock," he purrs, his voice dripping with dark promise. "I suppose I can't deny you what you want...but only because you asked so nicely."
With that, Valentino lines himself up, the swollen head of his dick nudging insistently at her entrance. He teases her, rubbing himself along her slick folds, coating himself in her arousal.
"Beg some more, kitten. Tell Daddy how badly you need it, how much you crave being split open on my fat cock. The more you beg, the harder I'll fuck you. The more you plead, the deeper I'll ruin you..."
He continues his maddening tease, denying her the penetration she so clearly craves. Valentino's eyes bore into hers, his expression a perfect mask of cruel dominance.
"Come on, pet. Let me hear those sweet little moans. Let the whole club know what a desperate, cock-hungry whore you are for me. Maybe if you're loud enough, the other patrons will hear you screaming for me."
Valentino's hips flex, pushing just the tip inside her before withdrawing again. He repeats the motion, slowly driving her mad with need, his claws digging into the meat of her thighs as he holds her open.
"Beg, kitten. Beg Daddy to ruin your tight little cunt. Beg me to flood your womb with my seed, to breed you like the filthy bitch you are. The more you plead, the more I'll give you. So beg, pet. Beg for everything your master has to offer..."
She panted hard "Val...I can't take the teasing...I need you badly..."
Valentino chuckles darkly at Sakura's desperate panting, a wicked grin spreading across his face. He loves seeing her so undone, so completely at his mercy.
"Oh, but you can take it, kitten," he purrs, his voice a sinful caress. "You'll take everything Daddy gives you, and you'll beg for more. Because that's what good little sluts do. They take it all, every inch, every drop."
He teases her entrance with the head of his cock, coating himself in her slick arousal. Valentino's eyes bore into hers, drinking in her need, her desperation.
"Look at you, squirming so prettily for me. So wet, so ready, so hungry for Daddy's cock. But you're not getting it yet, pet. Not until you prove you really want it."
He reaches between them, his fingers finding her clit. Valentino rubs the sensitive nub in tight, fast circles, stoking the fires of her arousal to new heights.
"Cum for me, kitten. Cum all over Daddy's fingers like the desperate little whore you are. Show me how much you need it, how badly you crave being filled by me."
His other hand grips her hip, claws sinking into her soft flesh. Valentino's cock throbs against her entrance, the tip catching on her fluttering hole with each thrust of his fingers. He can feel her trembling on the edge, her body taut with need.
"That's it, pet. Let go. Cum for me, cum for Daddy. And maybe, if you're a very good girl, I'll give you what you want. What you need. What you crave more than your next breath."
He works her ruthlessly, his fingers a blur against her clit, his grip bruising on her hip. Valentino's lips crash against hers in a brutal kiss, swallowing her needy moans as he pushes her closer and closer to the edge.
Just then she moaned out loudly and cummed on his fingers, she thrust her hips upwards against his hand.
Valentino groans into the kiss as Sakura cums hard on his fingers, her arousal flooding over his hand. He continues to thrust into her, drawing out her orgasm with skillful strokes.
When her climax finally subsides, he slowly withdraws, bringing his glistening fingers to his lips. Valentino makes a show of licking them clean, savoring her essence with a wicked grin.
"Mmm, delicious as always, kitten. But don't think for a second we're done here," he purrs, his voice low and full of dark promise. "Daddy's just getting started with you..."
He positions himself at her entrance once more, the head of his cock poised to plunge into her slick heat. Valentino leans down, his lips brushing against her ear.
"Beg for it, pet. Beg Daddy to fill you, to claim you, to ruin you for anyone else. Scream for me, let the whole club hear what a desperate little slut you are for me."
With that, he thrusts forward, sheathing himself to the hilt in one brutal stroke. Valentino groans at the exquisite tightness of her walls, the way she grips him like a velvet fist.
"Fuck, kitten. So tight, so perfect. Your cunt was made for Daddy's cock, wasn't it? Made to be stretched and filled and used by me."
He sets a hard, fast pace, pounding into her with ruthless abandon. Valentino's claws leave angry red marks on her hips as he grips her, holding her in place for his brutal thrusts.
"Take it, slut. Take Daddy's cock like the desperate little whore you are. Scream for me, cum on my dick, milk me dry. Let the whole world know who you belong to."
He angles his hips, grinding against her clit with each powerful thrust. Valentino's eyes blaze into hers, his expression one of pure, unadulterated dominance as he claims her, body and soul.
"Fuck! Val you feel so good!"
Valentino grins ferally as Sakura moans wantonly beneath him, her body arching into his brutal thrusts. He revels in the way she clings to him, her nails raking down his back, leaving red welts in their wake.
"That's right, kitten. Take it. Take everything Daddy gives you," he growls, his hips snapping forward with punishing force. "Your cunt belongs to me, now and forever. No one else can make you feel this good, can they? No one else can fuck you like I do."
He leans down to capture one of her bouncing breasts in his mouth, biting and sucking at the sensitive flesh. Valentino's tongue swirls around her nipple before he grazes it with his fangs, sending sparks of pleasure-pain shooting through her body.
His hands roam over her curves, squeezing and groping every inch of her. Valentino's claws leave angry red marks on her skin, marking her as his territory, his possession.
"I'm going to ruin you for anyone else, pet. Break you apart on my cock and put you back together, molded to my will. You'll never be satisfied by another man after this. Only Daddy can give you what you need."
He pistons into her harder, faster, chasing his own release. Valentino's balls slap against her ass with each thrust, his pelvis grinding against her clit with delicious friction.
"Cum for me, kitten. Cum on Daddy's cock like the desperate little slut you are. Scream my name for the whole world to hear. Let them know who owns this tight little cunt, who makes you feel better than anything else ever could."
His fingers find her clit, rubbing tight, fast circles around the sensitive nub. Valentino's eyes bore into hers, his expression a perfect mask of cruel dominance as he pushes her closer and closer to the edge.
Just then she loses it "VALENTINO!" She moans out loudly and cums hard on his massive cock.
Valentino roars in triumph as Sakura screams his name, her inner walls clamping down on his cock like a vice. He grinds into her, prolonging her climax with deep, powerful thrusts.
"Yes, kitten! Cum for Daddy! Cum on my cock like the desperate little slut you are!" he snarls, his hips pistoning faster, harder. "Milk me dry, drain Daddy's balls. Take every last drop of my seed deep in your greedy little cunt."
With a few more brutal thrusts, Valentino buries himself to the hilt, his claws digging into Sakura's hips hard enough to draw blood. He throws his head back with a guttural groan as his release crashes over him, painting her insides with thick, hot ropes of his cum.
"Fuck, kitten. So good. You take Daddy's load so well, don't you? Gonna fill this pussy up, breed you like the filthy bitch you are. Knock you up with my demon seed."
He collapses on top of her, his sweaty body pressing her into the mattress. Valentino nuzzles into her neck, licking and sucking at the Mark he left behind, the claiming bite that brands her as his mate for all to see.
"Mine," he growls possessively, his voice a low, satisfied rumble. "All mine. My perfect little monster, my vicious little mate. Together, we'll bring this city to its knees. No one will stand against the power of Valentino and his beloved kitten."
He captures her lips in a searing kiss, his tongue delving deep to taste her. Valentino rolls his hips, grinding his softening cock against her cum-filled pussy, stoking the embers of her desire even as they bask in the aftermath of their explosive climax.
"I love you...So much..."
Valentino's eyes flare with wicked triumph as Sakura utters those tender words, her voice hoarse from screaming his name. He chuckles darkly, his lips curling into a cruel smirk against hers.
"I know you do, pet. You love me more than anything in this world. More than life itself," he purrs, his voice dripping with possessive satisfaction. "And that's exactly how it should be. You're mine, body and soul. My perfect little mate, my vicious little monster."
He trails his lips down her neck, his teeth grazing the claiming bite he left behind. Valentino licks the wound, sealing it shut, the mark a permanent reminder of their bond.
"Together, we'll rule this city. No one will dare cross us, not with the power of Valentino and his beloved kitten at their backs. We'll be feared and revered, our names whispered in awe and terror by all who hear them."
Valentino pulls back, his crimson eyes boring into hers with intense, obsessive focus. He cups her face in his hands, his claws pricking her soft skin.
"I will never let you go, Sakura. You're mine now, forever and always. In this life and the next, we belong to each other. No force on earth can tear us apart."
He leans in to capture her lips in a searing kiss, pouring all his dark, twisted love into the embrace. Valentino's tongue delves deep, claiming her mouth, owning her completely.
"My beautiful, deadly kitten. My perfect, vicious mate. Together, we'll paint this world red with the blood of our enemies. And when it's all over, I'll hold you close and whisper sweet lies in your ear, telling you how much I adore you."
He chuckles darkly, the sound sending shivers down her spine. "Because that's what I do best, pet. I love you. I cherish you. And I will destroy anyone who tries to take you from me."
"Can we go home? I'm hungry, sore, and tired...So tired..."
Valentino's expression softens slightly at Sakura's words, a rare moment of tenderness breaking through his usual mask of cruelty. He brushes a strand of hair from her face, his touch surprisingly gentle.
"Of course, my love. Daddy knows his kitten needs rest after such a long night of playing," he murmurs, his voice a low, soothing purr. "Let's get you cleaned up and head home. I'll order some food along the way - whatever your heart desires, pet."
He helps her out of bed, wrapping a silk robe around her bare form. Valentino gathers their discarded clothing, tossing it into a bag with practiced efficiency.
On the ride home, he sits close to her, one arm draped possessively around her shoulders. Valentino orders a lavish spread from Sakura's favorite restaurant, ensuring she'll have plenty to eat when they arrive.
Back at their penthouse, he guides her to the bathroom, running a warm bath laden with her favorite scented oils. Valentino helps her undress once more, his touch reverent as he cares for his beloved mate.
"There now, kitten. Let's get you all cleaned up and fed," he coos, helping her into the steaming water. "Daddy's going to take such good care of you. You just relax and let me pamper you."
He washes her carefully, his strong hands kneading away the aches and pains of their night's activities. Valentino takes special care with her wounds, applying ointment and bandages with practiced ease.
Once she's clean and dried, he wraps her in a fluffy robe and leads her to the dining room. A feast awaits - succulent meats, rich sauces, decadent desserts. Valentino serves her personally, making sure every need is met.
"Eat up, pet. You need your strength for what I have planned later," he purrs, his eyes glinting with dark promise. "But for now, just rest. Enjoy the comforts of home with your beloved mate."
He settles beside her, his arm around her shoulders as they eat. Valentino's gaze lingers on her, a look of fierce possession and twisted affection in his crimson eyes.