Draco (The Last Dragon Prince)

In his chilling demeanor, he demanded, "How dare you escape from me?" Anger seethed in his voice as he tightened his grip around Jasmine's throat, leaving her struggling for breath. She cried out, "Please... release me... You've got the wrong person." "Is that so?" he retorted menacingly, "Are you telling me you don't recognize me?" Jasmine lied, "No, I don't know you. Please, let me go." As she spoke, the dragon wing rune on her wrist flared with heat. "Let me remind you of who I am," he growled, pressing his lips forcibly against hers. Ignoring her attempts to resist, he freed her neck and lifted her arms above her head. His吻 was filled with aggression and dominance, biting into her lower lip, forcing her mouth open. Seizing the chance, he explored her mouth hungrily. Moments later, sensing Jasmine's fainting due to lack of oxygen, he reluctantly pulled back. "Do you remember me now?" he asked, hot breath fanning across her swollen lips. "Who... who are you?" she asked, her voice barely audible and trembling. He continued to fan hot breaths onto her lips until, finally, he answered in his deep, mesmerizing voice, "It's Draco." The text contained mature content (18+), intense abuse, and graphic torture elements. Reader discretion is advised.