Back in Daemond's dorm, the door clicked shut with a sense of finality. The tension in the air was thick, and Mahnoor felt it as Daemond stood silently behind her, his breathing still heavy from the confrontation with Edward. She turned around slowly, but before she could say anything, Daemond surged forward, grabbing her waist and pulling her sharply towards him.
His grey eyes were dark, filled with something primal. Without a word, he pushed her back until the edge of the bed caught her legs, making her fall onto it. He moved over her, pinning her down with his body weight, his arms on either side of her, trapping her beneath him. His face was inches from hers, his breath hot and ragged against her skin.
"I mean it, Mahnoor," he growled, his voice low and dangerous. "I'll hurt anyone who dares to come near you. Anyone who even looks at you the wrong way."
His intensity sent a shiver down her spine, and she could feel the raw power in his grip as his hands moved to hold her wrists above her head, securing her in place. She could see the possessiveness in his eyes, the desperation, the need to claim her as his and his alone.
Mahnoor's pulse quickened as she stared up at him, her mind racing. This was exactly what she had wanted—Daemond, wild and unrestrained, needing her in a way that was almost dangerous. She had orchestrated it all so perfectly, and now, he was hers. Completely.
His grip tightened on her wrists, and he lowered his head, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispered, "You belong to me, Mahnoor. No one else. Do you understand?"
She nodded, breathless, her heart pounding as his words washed over her. There was something thrilling about the way he claimed her, about the intensity of his need to protect her, even if it meant resorting to violence.
"No one else," she whispered back, her voice soft but filled with a hidden satisfaction. She loved the way he needed her, how he was willing to go to any length to prove it.
Daemond pulled back slightly, his gaze searching her face as if looking for any sign of doubt. But Mahnoor's expression was one of complete submission, her lips curving into a small, satisfied smile.
Seeing her response, Daemond lowered his head again, pressing his forehead against hers. "I don't care if I have to hurt people, Mahnoor. I'll protect you from anyone who tries to take you from me."
His words were a mixture of passion and threat, and Mahnoor reveled in them. She lifted her head just enough to close the distance between their lips, kissing him deeply, as if sealing a pact. His body responded immediately, pressing harder against hers, his kiss turning fierce and possessive.
She could feel the weight of his emotions in every movement, in the way his hands gripped her, in the way his lips claimed hers. He was lost in her, and she in him. And as he kissed her, she knew there was no turning back now.
Daemond had made it clear—anyone who came near her would face his wrath. And Mahnoor, with her manipulative mind and hidden desires, wouldn't have it any other way.