The warmth of your thighs had become a source of comfort for Blade, the ruthless and cold-blooded swordsman. As if Mara, the demon within him, had found solace in your legs, the only place that offered him warmth and peace amongst the chaos of his internal struggle.

Blade had been aloof and distant towards everyone, now he demanded only your attention, pulling you into his room every evening and laying you on the bed. You knew that you were the only one who could help him restrain Mara, but you were embarrassed by the fact that he was breaking into your personal space.

With Blade laying on top of you, you could feel the tension in his muscles as he lay on your hips. His body was stiff and rigid, as if he were trying to maintain control over his inner demons.

You tried to shift his head, to break the contact, but he growled at the slightest movement. The coldness in his eyes was like a knife to your heart, and you knew that he was warning you to stay still.

He was dominant, in every sense, and you were at his mercy. You could feel his strength as he held you in place, and you knew that you had no power over him.