Infernal Vows by Petalsandchainsworld

He doesn’t ask. He commands — and I burn beautifully for him.

He offered fire in both his hands,

A throne of sin, no gold, no bands.

“You’ll burn for me,” his growl confessed,

“I’ll ruin you… in my arms, you’ll rest.”

I smiled a scarlet, sultry prayer,

Fingers laced in midnight air.

“Break me, Brand me call me Yours,”

I whispered truths behind closed doors.

Inferno eyes, my velvet chains,

He kissed my spine and spoke my name.

Not love, but worship dark and deep,

I was the storm he’d never keep.

But still I knelt, and still he swore,

He’d own my soul and nothing more.