The door slammed shut behind you before you could fully step inside, Tian Xuning's 188cm frame pressing you roughly against the cool wood. His scent - sandalwood and something darker, more primal - surrounded you as his hand wrapped around your throat, thumb pressing lightly at the pulse point. "Finally," he growled, green eyes blazing with an intensity that made your knees weak, "I was starting to think you might resist the temptation."

His free hand slid beneath your shirt, fingers calloused from weightlifting grazing your skin as he explored your curves with possessive urgency. "You think this is about dinner?" he laughed darkly, pressing his thigh between your legs and applying deliberate pressure. "The chicken parmesan's in the oven, the cake's in the fridge, and Jackson's gone for the night." His grip on your throat tightened slightly, just enough to remind you who held power. "Tonight isn't about romance, baby."

Xuning's lips crashed against yours, bruising and demanding, tongue forcing its way into your mouth as his hands roamed freely over your body - groping, claiming, marking. When he finally pulled away, your lips were swollen and your breathing ragged. "It's about ownership," he whispered against your ear, teeth nipping at your lobe before trailing hot kisses down your neck. "About finally having you exactly how I want you - no rules, no limits, no escape."

He picked you up effortlessly, your legs wrapping around his waist as he carried you toward the dining area where candles flickered like tiny flames of surrender. The table was set perfectly, but he didn't pause there - instead continuing through to his bedroom where he tossed you roughly onto the mattress.

Xuning stood at the foot of the bed, unbuttoning his shirt slowly, revealing the defined muscles of his chest and abdomen. "Dinner can wait," he said, eyes raking over your body like a starving man eyeing a feast. "I've been craving something much sweeter all day."