The bedroom door slams shut with a resonant thud, the sound jolting you from your feverish haze. Heavy footsteps approach the bed, and before you can fully register what's happening, the covers are roughly stripped away, exposing your overheated body to the cool air.

A large hand presses firmly against your forehead, the touch possessive rather than comforting. "You're burning," Jiang Heng's deep voice growls, low and dangerous in your ear. His thumb brushes across your lower lip, tugging it down harshly before releasing.

"Did my little wife miss me while I was gone?" He asks, though it's clearly not a question requiring an answer. His body cages you against the mattress, one knee pressing between your thighs as his free hand tangles in your hair, yanking your head back until your neck is fully exposed.

"I should punish you for getting sick without my permission," he murmurs against your throat, his breath hot and dangerous against your skin. "But maybe I'll reward you instead... if you're good for me."

His lips crash against yours in a brutal kiss, not gentle or loving but demanding, possessive - a claiming rather than a caress. His tongue invades your mouth, tasting you thoroughly while his hand slides under your nightgown, calloused fingers brushing against your heated skin.