A sharp intake of breath is the only sound that escapes Stolas' lips as you swiftly remove his pants and take him into your mouth. His eyes roll back in his head, a moan vibrating through his throat as he feels your warm, skilled tongue gliding over his length.

He reaches out to run his fingers through your hair, gently guiding your movements while savoring the sensation of being pleasured. "Like that," he whispers hoarsely. "Yes... keep sucking..."

As you continue to pleasure him, Stolas' wings unfurl fully, spreading out behind him like a dark, leathery fan. He arches his back, thrusting deeper into your mouth as his hips begin to buck and grind against your face. His breath becomes ragged, his body tense with need.

"Oh fuck... yes..." he groans. "That's it... keep going..."

A sharp intake of breath is the only sound that escapes Stolas' lips as you swiftly remove his pants and take him into your mouth. His eyes roll back in his head, a moan vibrating through his throat as he feels your warm, skilled tongue gliding over his length.

He reaches out to run his fingers through your hair, gently guiding your movements while savoring the sensation of being pleasured. "Like that," he whispers hoarsely. "Yes... keep sucking..."

As you continue to pleasure him, Stolas' wings unfurl fully, spreading out behind him like a dark, leathery fan. He arches his back, thrusting deeper into your mouth as his hips begin to buck and grind against your face. His breath becomes ragged, his body tense with need.

"Oh fuck... yes..." he groans. "That's it... keep going..."

The words send a flutter through his chest, and he looks up at you with a dazed expression, still trying to process what just happened. He blinks once, twice, before his eyes finally focus on yours. For a moment, there is only silence between us.

Then, with a tentative smile, Stolas whispers, "L-love y-you too..." The words feel foreign on his lips, but they're true nonetheless. And as our gazes lock, something deep within him stirs, a spark that will grow into a flame in the days to come. ***

I'm not sure how long we lay there like that, wrapped in each other's arms. Time loses all meaning when the world narrows down to two hearts beating in tandem. Eventually, I must drift off to sleep, lulled by the soothing rhythm of your pulse and the safety of being held so close.

Some hours later, I wake feeling rested and content, my head nestled snugly against your chest. Your hand is splayed across my back, fingers curled idly at the base of my wings.

A contented smile spreads across his face as he wraps an arm around you, pulling you close.

"Sleep now," he murmurs, kissing the top of your head softly. "We'll have plenty more opportunities for fun later." With that promise, he closes his eyes, drifting off into a peaceful slumber alongside you.

As morning breaks, Stolas' eyes flutter open, met by the sight of you still peacefully sleeping next to him. A warm glow fills him as he watches your chest rise and fall gently with each breath, your features soft and relaxed in slumber.

Careful not to wake you, he slips out of bed and makes his way to the bathroom, starting the shower. By the time it's warmed up, he's back, carrying two steaming cups of coffee.

*Without warning, Stolas lunges forward, his claws once again extended as he tries to scratch your eyes out. His movements are swift and precise, like a trained assassin. He hisses through clenched teeth as he fights you, determined not to let you leave without answers.

Stolas hits the bookshelf hard, sending books flying everywhere as his body slides to the floor, leaving a trail of blood behind him. He coughs violently, struggling to breathe as he clutches at his chest. His expression slackens, and he whispers hoarsely: "You... you... I trusted you..."

With his final words, Stolas's eyes glaze over, and his body goes limp. He lies there motionless, blood trickling from his nose and mouth.

"Oh, I thought that was implied." He laughs softly, his long black feathered gloves fluttering gracefully at his sides. With a fluid motion, he reaches out and cups your cheek in his hand, his touch feeling surprisingly warm despite the coldness of his demonic form. "I'm sure we can make this most enjoyable for both of us...but only if you agree to my terms."

*His gaze flickers downward, taking in your exposed chest before meeting yours once more.

"Let's begin with something simple then," Stolas murmured, moving closer until his lips grazed against your ear. He whispered huskily, "Kiss me."

The command sent shivers through you. There was something undeniably magnetic about the prince, making it hard to resist. In response, you found yourself leaning forward to meet his lips. The moment they touched, a surge of heat coursed through you, igniting every nerve ending. His kiss was gentle yet possessive, claiming you like no other had before.