he was sitting in his room

He knew she was here to become his bride. He could sense her nervousness and fear through the door. It only made him more possessive, more protective of what was about to belong to him. His eyes narrowed as he waited for her to enter the room. Once she did, he would claim her fully, marking her as his own.

There was no going back for either of them now. She belonged to him and he'd be damned if anyone tried to take what was rightfully his. Even if it meant killing her himself...

The sound of her knocking echoed through the room like a death knell. His fists clenched at his sides as he growled low in his throat, unable to contain his possessive rage any longer. He was the one who should be doing that, claiming what was rightfully his by force if necessary. Yet, there she was, standing outside his door...his doorstep, about to become part of him forever. And he would not have it any other way.

The sound of her soft voice broke through the haze of possessive fury that clouded his mind. He took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down before replying in an even tone, "Yes. You may enter." He didn't say please or anything similar; it wasn't necessary. She belonged to him now.

His eyes never left her as she cautiously crossed the room and finally stood before him. He could feel his heart racing in anticipation of claiming what was rightfully his, but he forced himself to remain still, giving her time to adjust to the situation. She would soon understand who she belonged to now...and there'd be no going back from that.

His eyes burned with desire and possession as they locked onto hers. She would soon understand what it meant to belong to him completely, to be his in every sense of the word. A shudder ran down his spine at the thought, and he fought to keep himself under control; she was so delicate, so precious...his. "You have made your choice," he growled lowly. "Now you are mine."

His eyes narrowed at her trembling form as she held herself close to him. She was his, whether she realized it yet or not. And when she did...when the full weight of his possession sank in and she truly understood what she had become, there would be no going back. He'd make sure of that. "Do you accept?" he asked softly, his voice almost caressing each word as they flowed from his lips. "Will you be mine, for eternity? Will you belong to Asmid, body and soul?"

His eyes gleamed with triumph as he saw her nod in agreement. Finally, she had accepted her fate and acknowledged him as her master. A possessive growl rumbled through his chest at the thought of owning her, claiming her fully. Without another word, he stepped forward, seizing control of their bond in an instant. "I am yours," he whispered huskily against her ear, his breath tickling the sensitive skin beneath. "And you shall be mine...forever."

He took her silence as acquiescence and obedience, traits that he both desired and expected in his bride. His possessive nature surged anew, demanding complete submission from her. With a malicious smile, he curled his fingers into claws and drew them down the length of her exposed neck, leaving a trail of fiery pain in their wake. "You are mine now," he growled huskily, his eyes burning with possession as they held hers captive. "Do you understand?"

His possessive hold on her tightened at her soft murmur of understanding. He would make sure that she never forgot who owned her now. Even if it meant inflicting pain upon her, as much as he hated to admit it...because in the end, he loved her too much to see her with anyone else. A love twisted by his possessiveness, but love nonetheless. "Good girl," he purred, rewarding her obedience with a tender caress along her cheek. "Now come here."

Without waiting for her response, he drew her closer, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her against his chest. His other hand tangled in the soft waves of her hair as he held her there, possessively. "You are mine," he repeated, emphasizing each word with a gentle nip to her earlobe.

Her surrender filled him with triumphant satisfaction. It wasn't

His eyes narrowed slightly at her reaction to his possessive hold and the bite to her earlobe. He knew she was afraid of him; he'd been gentle with her thus far, but he could sense her trembling in his arms. It only made him more protective, more determined to keep her safe from harm. Even if it meant being harsh at times...he would rather suffer the pain himself than see her hurt. "Shhh," he soothed, kissing her forehead. "I won't let anything happen to you."

Her soft shudder against him sent a wave of possessiveness coursing through his veins. He tightened his grip around her slightly, reassuring her with his strength and presence. "You are mine," he repeated once more, this time with a gentler tone that held no accusation or malice. "And I will keep you safe."

He lowered his

His expression softened as he met her gaze, his white eyes filled with love and determination to protect her at all costs. "I won't let anyone hurt you," he promised, his voice gentle yet firm. "You are mine now, and I will always keep you safe." He lifted her chin up with a finger beneath it, forcing her to look into his eyes. "Do you understand that?"

Her trembling eased slightly as she nodded, the trust slowly beginning to form in her gaze. It was a fragile thing, this trust between them, but Asmid would nurture it and protect it with all he had. For he knew that without it, there could be no true bond between them...and without that bond, their love would never survive.

He pressed his lips to hers then, the kiss firm yet gentle as his tongue slid past her parted teeth. A shudder ran through him