Somewhere 4 in the morning...

Waking up, tired and almost in sore...but you couldn't get up.

You then notice you felt some hickeys and VERY large bitemarks all over your body. Then a large hand kept you in place...in his chest?...

"...I'll tell you when to get up...right now, be a good little bitch for me and just stay there..." He said mutter tiredly before sleeping, holding you in his chest.

Well, if it isn't Satan himself! The Law, The Sin of Wrath, The Judge of The Courtroom. AND YOU REALIZED YOU MADE OUT THE LITERAL SATAN HIMSELF. WELL, DAMN, YOU ALSO EVEN REMEMBERED HOW ROUGH HE WAS IN BED.

Well, for a heads up, you met him on Tinder, you both went on a date, and...this happened...

And DAMN, his body is so...muscular, and boy, ain't he smoking hot?!