Bound To The Devil

As they arrived home, the moment the door shut behind them, Damien wasted no time. He pressed Luca against the nearest wall, his large hands gripping Luca's waist with possessive hunger. His dark eyes burned with something deeper than lust-something primal, obsessive. His breath was heavy, his voice dripping with dangerous desire.
"You have no idea what you did to me today," Damien growled, his fingers tracing over Luca's trembling lips. "Hearing you call Ava your daughter in front of everyone... watching you glow with pride when they teased you about it." His teeth grazed Luca's jaw as he whispered darkly, "You were made to be mine, to carry my children, to belong to me in every way."

Luca's breath hitched as Damien pressed him harder against the wall, their bodies flush against each other. His heart pounded, knowing the sheer obsession burning behind Damien's words.

"I'm serious, malyshka," Damien murmured, his Russian endearment sending shivers down Luca's spine. "I want to fill you up, over and over again, until you're swollen with my child. I want you to be round with my baby, so everyone knows you belong to me." His grip tightened, his voice darkening. "No one will ever look at you the way that bastard did today. No one will dare think they have a chance with you. You'll be mine in the most permanent way possible."

Luca whimpered, his body betraying him. "D-Damien... you're insane."

Damien chuckled darkly, his lips trailing down Luca's neck. "For you? Always." His hands slid lower, gripping Luca's hips, possessively kneading them. "I can already picture it-your belly full and round, your body softer, more sensitive... craving me even more." He groaned at the thought, his own control slipping. "You'd look so beautiful like that, moya lyubov'. My perfect little husband, my perfect mother of our children."

Luca's mind spun. The intensity in Damien's voice, the raw obsession behind his words, made it impossible to breathe. "You're really obsessed with this, aren't you?"

Damien pulled back just enough to look into Luca's eyes, his own filled with dark devotion. "I don't want anything more in this world than to see you carrying my child. To see you swollen with me, tied to me forever." His voice lowered, his tone deadly serious. "I need it, Luca. I need to see you as mine in the most undeniable way."

Luca swallowed hard, his pulse racing. Damien wasn't just saying this in the heat of the moment. He meant every single word. And the way he was looking at him... it was as if Luca was the only thing keeping him sane.

"You looked so proud, introducing Ava as yours," Damien murmured, his lips brushing against Luca's jaw, trailing down to his neck. "I liked it. But I didn't like you leaning into that boy. Smiling at him." His fingers dug into Luca's waist, making him gasp.

"Damien-"

"I should ruin you for that." Damien cut him off, pressing him against the nearest wall. His hands slid up Luca's sides, slow, teasing, possessive. His thumb traced the curve of his lower lip. "Maybe I should make sure everyone knows exactly who you belong to. Put my mark on you in a way no one else ever could."

Luca shuddered at the intensity in Damien's eyes, dark with jealousy, with desire. "I wasn't-"

"You were," Damien countered, his voice dangerously soft. "And now, you're going to make up for it."

His lips crashed against Luca's, swallowing his protests, his hands already working at Luca's shirt. He backed him toward the bedroom, steps slow but deliberate, his body thrumming with an obsessive hunger that only Luca could satisfy.

"I want to make you mine," Damien breathed against his lips. "Completely. No escape. No running. I want to see you swollen with my child, tied to me forever."