"You know, I've always liked the rain," Vanyn said, leaning against the wall of the dimly lit Manion.

The sound of rain pattered against the cobblestone streets outside, creating a rhythmic melody that seemed to resonate with the restlessness within him. He was the prince of darkness, born to a world of shadows and whispers. A world where love was as fleeting as the moon's glow on a stormy night. Yet here he was, in the heart of the city, where the light never truly disappeared, seeking something that had eluded him for centuries—Cherry-Vayne, the demoness of desire.

Her eyes, a fiery ember amidst the gloom, found his from across the crowded room. The air grew thick with anticipation as the tension between them coiled like a serpent ready to strike. He pushed off from the wall, his boots echoing through the hall as he approached her with a predatory grace that sent shivers down the spines of the mortals that parted for him. The crimson dress she wore clung to her curves like the essence of sin, leaving nothing to the imagination.

As he drew closer, the scent of her power filled his nostrils, a heady mix of sex and danger. Her crimson lips curled into a seductive smile, revealing the sharp points of her teeth. "Vanyn," she call that could make the strongest of men weak at the knees. "It's been too long."

Vanyn felt the heat of her gaze as it traveled the length of his body, and for a brief moment, he was lost in the fiery dance of her eyes. He had to remind himself of the reason he was here—his duty to claim her and bring her back to the Shadowlands. "Cherry," he replied, his voice a velvet whisper that sent a tremor through the air. "The night is young, and I have much to discuss with you."

The crowd of males that had gathered around her like moths to a flame took a step back, some looking surprised, others irritated at his sudden appearance. A low growl rumbled in his chest, a clear warning that she was not to be touched. They dispersed like leaves before a storm, muttering curses under their breath. Cherry's eyes never left Vanyn's as she took a sip from her goblet, the liquid within shimmering like molten gold. "Really?" she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "I thought I was the one who was supposed to be feared."

Ignoring her quip, Vanyn took her by the elbow, his grip firm but not painful. He steered her away from the crowded room into a quieter corridor, the sound of the rain growing louder as they distanced themselves from the revelry. The walls of the manor were lined with ancient tapestries, their colors faded by time but the scenes of passion and power they depicted still vivid. The air was cooler here, and it smelled faintly of floral perfume.

What is it Vayne, you wish to talk to me about?

"The time has come, Cherry," Vanyn said, his eyes boring into hers as he led her through the shadowy corridor. "Your games in the mortal realm have gone on long enough. It's time for you to return to your rightful place."

Cherry yanked her arm free, her eyes flashing with anger. "You think you can just waltz in here and demand my obedience?" she spat, the fire in her gaze burning brighter.

Vanyn's eyes narrowed, a hint of amusement playing on his lips. "I'm not demanding, I'm requesting. But if you refuse, I have my ways of persuading." He reached out and traced a line down her bare shoulder, leaving a trail of cold fire in his wake. She shivered, despite herself.

The corridor grew darker as they moved away from the flickering candlelight, the shadows playing across their faces. The sound of their footsteps was muffled by the plush carpets, the only indication of their passage. Vanyn's hand slid to the small of her back, guiding her through the twists and turns with a confidence that spoke of familiarity. Despite the chill in the air, Cherry felt a warmth spread through her, a warmth that had nothing to do with the alcohol in her veins.

"Why must I go, Vayne?" she asked again, this time with a pout that was part seduction, part challenge. "I have so much fun here, in the mortal realm. They adore me, and I adore the chaos I can cause."

Vanyn sighed, his hand moving from the small of her back to gently cup her chin, tilting her face up to his. "Cherry, you know the rules. A demoness of your power cannot stay here indefinitely without consequences. The balance of the realms must be maintained."

Her eyes searched his, looking for any hint of weakness she could exploit. "But what's so wrong with a little fun?" she purred, taking a step closer. The rain grew louder, the droplets now beating a frantic tattoo against the windows.

Vanyn's gaze drifted down to the outfit she had donned for him, a crimson ensemble that left little to the imagination. It hugged her curves like a second skin, revealing the sharp angles of her hips and the swell of her breasts. The fabric was a sultry whisper that made him want to rip it from her body and explore every inch of her. But he had to stay focused. "You know the rules, Cherry," he said, his voice firm despite the temptation.

"But rules are made to be broken". She reached behind her back and began to untie the bow that held the dress together. "And this dress," she said, her eyes never leaving his, "I picked it out just for you."

The bow came undone and the dress fell to the floor, leaving her in nothing but a scrap of crimson lace that barely contained her fiery spirit. "Isn't it exquisite?"

Vanyn's eyes darkened with a mix of desire and frustration. He knew her games well, but this time she had gone too far. With a swift movement, he bent down and scooped her up into his arms, the fabric of the dress pooling around her. "Not here, not now," his voice thick with need. "You're coming with me, Cherry."

Her laughter turned to a gasp as he carried her through the shadows, the coldness of his touch sending a shiver down her spine that was both thrilling and terrifying. The corridor opened up into a chamber, the room bathed in moonlight that streamed through the large, arched window. The rain had turned into a torrent, casting a rhythmic pattern across the stone floor as it cascaded from the gutter outside.

The wind picked up, blowing in through the open windows, sending the curtains billowing like ghosts in the night. The candles flickered wildly, casting shifting shadows that danced across the walls, painting the room in a mosaic of light and dark. His gaze never left her, the intensity of his stare making her feel both vulnerable and desired.

"You knew you always had my heart," Cherry spoke, her voice a soft confession in the storm-filled silence. "And my love, I could never love anyone else but you."

Her words hung in the air, heavy with emotion, as Vanyn set her down on the edge of a velvet-covered bed. The room was a cocoon of shadows and moonlight, the only sound the persistent drumming of the rain. For a moment, he didn't move, just looked at her, his eyes searching hers for any hint of deceit. But all he found was raw, unfiltered honesty. It was a revelation that hit him like a punch to the gut, stealing his breath away.

He stepped closer, his hands hovering over her bare skin, feeling the heat of her desire. "Cherry," he whispered, his voice thick with want, "you know I have always been yours."

I will go home with you Vayne, I belong to you.

Those words echoed in the chamber, the sound of the rain outside seeming to fade away as the truth of them resonated through the air. Vanyn felt his resolve crumble like the walls of a sandcastle under the relentless tide of his desire for her. His hands found the edge of the crimson lace, tracing the delicate pattern before he slowly lifted it over her head.

The sight of her bare form took his breath away. She was a masterpiece of darkness, her skin marbled with shadows and light that played across her body like a canvas painted by a divine hand. Her eyes searched his, a silent question, and he knew what she was asking. He nodded, his own eyes smoldering with a passion that had been simmering for centuries.

Take me Vayne!

The storm outside mirrored the tempest raging within him as he claimed her mouth, his kiss as fierce as the lightning that split the sky. Her nails raked down his back, pulling him closer as their tongues danced together, a fiery tango of lust and love. He could feel the energy between them, the power that could lay waste to worlds if unleashed.

Cherry's legs wrapped around his waist, her bare skin slick with a fine sheen of sweat as she pulled him closer, her breasts pressing against his chest. He groaned, his hands roaming her body, memorizing every curve and dip as if it were the first time. It had been so long since they had been together, but the connection was as strong as ever, the bond unbroken by time and duty.

The bed creaked as they tumbled onto it, the velvet cool against their heated flesh. Vanyn took a moment to appreciate the beauty laid out before him, the moonlight playing across her skin, casting her in a silver glow that made her look like a goddess. He traced the line of her collarbone down to the swell of her breast, feeling her heart race beneath his fingertips. She arched her back, inviting his touch, and he didn't disappoint, taking her nipple into his mouth, teasing it with his teeth and tongue.

Cherry moaned, her hands tangling in his hair as she pulled him closer. Her hips rocked against him, the wetness between her thighs that he couldn't resist. He kissed a trail down her torso, his teeth grazing her sensitive skin, leaving a path of fire that ignited her passion further. He reached the apex of her thighs and took a deep, shuddering breath, the scent of her desire overwhelming him.

With a growl, he ripped away the last of the fabric that separated them and buried his face between her legs. His tongue flicked over her clit, sending bolts of pleasure through her body as he tasted the sweetness of her arousal. She bucked against him, her moans growing louder as he worked her over, exploring every inch of her with a hunger that had been denied for too long. Her hands gripped the bed, the velvet digging into her palms as she felt the tension coil within her.

The storm outside reached intendedly , the thunder a cacophony that matched the thundering of her heart. The wind howled like a beast, echoing the primal need that surged through them both. Vanyn's teeth grazed the inside of her thigh, making her jolt with a mix of pain and pleasure. He knew her body better than anyone, knew just how to push her to the edge and keep her there.

Her breaths grew ragged as she felt the climax building, her breasts rising and falling with the urgency of her desire. She moaned louder, her fingers finding purchase in his hair, gripping tightly as she pushed his face firmly against her mound. The silky strands of his hair tickled her skin as she urged him deeper, her need for him consuming her.

"Vanyn,"I need you inside me, now."

Her voice was a whip crack in the tense silence, her eyes burning with an intensity that could melt the coldest of hearts. Vanyn's eyes darkened with hunger as he positioned himself between her thighs, his erection standing tall and proud. He didn't need to be asked twice. With one swift movement, he plunged into her, filling her completely.

Cherry's whimper grew into a guttural moan, her nails digging into the velvet as he began to move. The storm outside was nothing compared to the tempest within her. The sensation of him inside her was like nothing she had ever felt before, a mix of pain and pleasure that bordered on the divine. She could feel the power of his love, his need for her, in every thrust, every grind.

Vanyn's eyes never left hers, the love and desire in them burning like the sun. He took her hard and fast, their bodies moving in a dance as old as time itself. The bed rocked beneath them, the headboard slamming against the stone wall in a steady rhythm that matched the beating of their hearts. Each stroke brought her closer to the edge, the pressure building until she could hardly bear it.

"Cherry," Vanyn groaned, his voice a guttural sound that seemed to come from the depths of his soul. He felt her tighten around him, her muscles clenching as she approached her peak. With one final, powerful thrust, he sent her over the edge.

Her whimpers grew louder, the sound echoing through the chamber like the cries of a siren calling sailors to their doom. "Vanyn," she breathed, her body shuddering with the intensity of her climax. Her nails scored his back, leaving trails of fire in their wake as she clung to him, her eyes squeezed shut.

Vanyn felt her tighten around him, her walls pulsing with the power of her release, and he couldn't hold back any longer. With a roar that could have rivaled the thunder outside, he let go, filling her with his essence, their energies melding together in a burst of dark ecstasy. The room trembled with the force of it, the very air around them crackling with the intensity of their union.

As the storm outside began to wane, so too did their passion. Vanyn's thrusts grew slower, more deliberate, his body slick with sweat. He leaned down, capturing her mouth in a gentle kiss, his hands cupping her face as if she were the most precious thing in the world. The taste of her was intoxicating, a heady mix of sweetness and spice that he could never get enough of.

Cherry's eyes fluttered open, the aftershocks of pleasure still rolling through her body. She looked up at him, her expression a mix of love and submission. "I will go back to the shadows with you, Vayne," she murmured against his lips, the promise in her voice unmistakable.

Vanyn pulled back, his eyes searching hers for any hint of doubt. But what he found was only love and acceptance, the fiery passion that had fueled their union for centuries. "Are you sure, Cherry?" he asked, his voice a soft rumble in the quiet room. "You know what it means to leave this place, to return to the Shadowlands."

Cherry nodded, her eyes gleaming with determination. "I know my place, and my place is with you in the shadows," she said, her voice strong despite the tremble in her chest. "We belong together, Vayne. Besides," she added with a wicked smile, "I've always had a taste for the darker things in life."

Vanyn's heart swelled with a love that was as boundless as the night itself. He knew that the path ahead would not be an easy one—the Shadowlands were a harsh and unforgiving realm. But with Cherry by his side, he felt invincible. He leaned down and kissed her again, a gentle press of his lips to hers that spoke of a love that had endured through the ages.