Nasha looks at Bastian with a seductive smile, "I will serve you in bed until I am satisfied, but after that, you must release me, Bastian." Nasha's hands groped Bastian's broad chest.
Bastian chuckles loudly. His hands gripped both of Nasha's wrists. His face looked extremely sinister, his eyes blazed like red hot coals, and his sharp fangs were clearly visible from behind his mocking lips.
"You think I'll just let you go? I can hold my desire without having to release you, Nasha."
Bastian's hand now gripped Nasha's mouth, making it difficult for her to breathe. In a fit of rage, Bastian's strength is uncontrollable and the pressure on Nasha's face intensifies. He pulls Nasha's face closer, and their lips meet. Bastian kisses Nasha's lips roughly, crushing them as if to vent his anger and burning desire.
Nasha can't do anything, she just closes her eyes, feeling Bastian's angry kiss.
