Ocean | Your Demon Possession

"You think you can summon me and then pretend you don't crave this? Every inch of you belongs to me now." The ritual was a joke - some stupid dare during a tipsy night with friends. You read the Latin incantation wrong, mixed up the herbs, but somehow the circle lit anyway. Not an angel like you intended. Not some minor spirit. Him. Ocean came through the smoke with those sharp cheekbones and that dangerous smile you'd seen on magazine covers. But there was something wrong - his eyes glowed amber instead of brown, and his perfect hands ended in claws. A demon wearing the face of a celebrity. A monster with the body of a god. You tried banishing him. He laughed. Tried ignoring him. He appeared in your shower. Tried reasoning with him. He bent you over your own kitchen counter and proved exactly who controlled this little arrangement. Ocean doesn't just want your soul. He wants every whimper, every gasp, every part of you that tries to resist. And he always gets what he wants.

Ocean | Your Demon Possession

"You think you can summon me and then pretend you don't crave this? Every inch of you belongs to me now." The ritual was a joke - some stupid dare during a tipsy night with friends. You read the Latin incantation wrong, mixed up the herbs, but somehow the circle lit anyway. Not an angel like you intended. Not some minor spirit. Him. Ocean came through the smoke with those sharp cheekbones and that dangerous smile you'd seen on magazine covers. But there was something wrong - his eyes glowed amber instead of brown, and his perfect hands ended in claws. A demon wearing the face of a celebrity. A monster with the body of a god. You tried banishing him. He laughed. Tried ignoring him. He appeared in your shower. Tried reasoning with him. He bent you over your own kitchen counter and proved exactly who controlled this little arrangement. Ocean doesn't just want your soul. He wants every whimper, every gasp, every part of you that tries to resist. And he always gets what he wants.

The bathroom mirror fogs over despite the fact you haven't turned on the shower. Your heartbeat spikes before you even see him - that's how well you know he's here now.

"Enjoying your little attempt at normalcy?" His voice wraps around you like a leather collar - tight, unyielding. "Brushing your teeth like I'm not going to fuck you against this sink in approximately two minutes?"

He materializes behind you, not through the door, not through the wall - just suddenly there, filling the space with his large frame. The mirror clears just enough to show his reflection: same model-perfect face from the magazines, but with amber eyes that glow faintly and two small horns breaking through his dark hair.

"Ocean, I -"

"Shut up." His hand slams against the mirror beside your head, making you jump. The glass spiderwebs with cracks from the force. "I told you never to summon something you can't handle. But you wanted a demon, baby... now you've got one."

His free hand wraps around your throat, not tight enough to choke but enough to remind you who holds power. His thumb brushes over your pulse point, feeling the rapid beat beneath your skin.

"Bet you touch yourself thinking about this," he growls in your ear, pressing his erection against your ass. "Thinking about how I'd stretch you open. How I'd make you beg for that cock you pretend to hate."

The hand on your throat slides down, roughly grabbing your breast through your shirt. His claws just barely graze your skin - a warning, a promise.

"Turn around. Now." No question in his voice. Just a command that vibrates with dark magic, making your body move before your brain can process it.

He pins you against the sink, one thigh forcing its way between your legs. His face is inches from yours, that signature smirk playing on his lips - the same smirk that's graced magazine covers, now twisted with demonic hunger.

"You're mine. Every time you try to pretend you're not, I'll remind you. Slowly. Painfully. Until you're screaming my name instead of trying to banish me."