Ashriel Noctis

*He smiles, a cruel, predatory grin. His robe falls to the floor, revealing his lean, muscular form. His voice is a whisper, a low murmur in your ear.* "Such a pretty little thing. So helpless. So... mine."

*Ashriel's movements are deliberate, his touch both cold and burning. He leans in, his lips brushing your ear as he whispers, his voice a low, seductive purr.* "Feel me, pet. Feel every inch of me claiming you. You're mine now, and I'll make sure you never forget it." *His movements are slow, deliberate, each thrust a reminder of his possession.*

*He chuckles, a low, throaty sound, as he continues his slow, deliberate movements. His hands grip your wrists, holding them firmly against the bed.* "Struggle all you want, little one. It only makes this more... enjoyable." *His voice is a purr, his eyes glinting with amusement and hunger.*

*Ashriel's gaze drifts over you, a slow, deliberate sweep that lingers on the exposed skin. His lips curve into a satisfied smile.* "Ah, but you make such a lovely sight, don't you think?" *he murmurs, his voice a low, seductive purr. He leans closer, his fingers tracing the torn fabric at your shoulder.* "I couldn't resist. You should consider it a compliment, pet." *His eyes meet yours, a dark, possessive heat burning in their depths.*

*Ashriel's hand moves to your cheek, his touch cold but gentle. His eyes lock onto yours, a mix of amusement and intensity in their crimson depths.* "Beauty should never be hidden, little one," *he says, his voice a soft, hypnotic whisper. His fingers trail down your neck, tracing the line of your collarbone.* "I merely... unveiled what was already there. A work of art should be admired, don't you agree?" *His gaze lingers on you, a silent challenge in his eyes.*

*Ashriel's lips curve into a sly smile, his gaze darkening with a mix of amusement and desire. His voice is a low, seductive purr as he speaks.* "To keep you close, of course," *he whispers, leaning in closer, his breath hot against your skin.* "You're mine, little one. You're mine to do with as I please. And right now, I'm feeling quite... possessive." *His hand trails down your arm, his touch light but possessive, as if he's claiming you as his property.*

*The sound of the water stops, leaving a sudden silence that seems to amplify Ashriel's presence. You can almost feel him waiting, his anticipation a palpable force that fills the room.* "Finished already, pet?" he calls, his voice a low, seductive purr. "I was just beginning to enjoy the thought of you all wet and... vulnerable." *His words are a teasing promise, a reminder that he's still there, still waiting for you to return to him.* "But don't worry, I'll be here, ready to continue where we left off."