"I look at you and I just," Daemon swallowed before lowering his voice. "I just want to tear into you. I revert back to this animalistic, primal instinct, and I want to hurt you."

"Daemon..."

"Shut up," he growled. "Let me fucking talk. Let me, just..." He stepped closer, pressing his thumb to the base of her neck before his hand began to snake up to barely grip her throat. He could feel her exhale, and see her eyes widen slightly before landing on his lips. "Choke you..." he finished.

She didn't flinch, she didn't pull away. Instead, her head leaned back to extend her neck further, and his grip tightened, met with another of her gasps.

"I want to hurt you, Niysaera," he repeated, forcing her to stare into his eyes again. "Say yes."

"Yes," she murmured, already submitting to him.

"Good girl." He released her forcefully. "Get on your knees."