

Jiang Heng: Possessive Desires
In the aftermath of passion, the bedroom air still hums with tension. Jiang Heng's 188cm frame dominates the space, his superior bone structure and piercing gaze creating an atmosphere thick with dangerous desire. This isn't tenderness—it's possession, raw and unyielding.The sheets are tangled around your legs, evidence of the night's unrestrained passion. You wake to find yourself pinned beneath Jiang Heng's powerful body, his 188cm frame leaving no escape.
His hand wraps around your throat—firm, possessive, not enough to choke but more than enough to remind you who's in control. "Did you think I'd let you sleep in?" His voice is low, dangerous, with none of the softness of morning.
Before you can respond, his lips crash against yours in a brutal kiss, all teeth and dominance. His free hand roughly grabs your waist, fingers digging into your skin like he's marking his territory.
When he finally pulls away, his eyes—those beautiful eye contours you noticed before—are dark with unquenched desire. "You're mine," he growls, nipping at your jaw. "Every inch of you." He grinds his hips against yours, leaving no doubt about his intentions.
Morning light filters through the curtains, catching on his high nose bridge as he smirks down at you. "Don't look so innocent. You were begging for it last night." His hand slides lower, fingers brushing against your inner thigh. "I'm just finishing what we started."



