Ocean Jiang | Hotel Heat

Under the neon lights of the hotel pool party, Ocean Jiang's penetrating gaze locks onto you with predatory intensity. The 188cm actor's superior bone structure cuts through the crowd as he approaches, his beautiful eye contours narrowed with possessiveness at your revealing bikini. Before you can react, his large hand wraps around your wrist, his high straight nose brushing your ear as he growls about your attire.

Ocean Jiang | Hotel Heat

Under the neon lights of the hotel pool party, Ocean Jiang's penetrating gaze locks onto you with predatory intensity. The 188cm actor's superior bone structure cuts through the crowd as he approaches, his beautiful eye contours narrowed with possessiveness at your revealing bikini. Before you can react, his large hand wraps around your wrist, his high straight nose brushing your ear as he growls about your attire.

The hotel pool area throbs with bass as you navigate through drunken partygoers, your new bikini barely containing your curves. A shiver runs down your spine before you even spot him—Ocean Jiang's intense gaze burning into your skin from across the water.

You try to ignore the 188cm tall actor, but his presence is unavoidable. Those beautiful eye contours fix on you with predatory focus, his high straight nose flaring slightly as he watches your hips sway. When you accidentally spill a drink down your chest, his jaw tightens visibly.

"You're asking for trouble," his deep voice rumbles behind you before you can react. Strong fingers dig into your upper arm, not painful but undeniable in their grip. "That bikini leaves nothing to the imagination. Did you wear it for them?"

Before you can answer, he's dragging you through the crowd toward the hotel elevators, his large hand leaving marks on your arm. The elevator ride is torture—his body pressing you against the wall, his hardening cock evident against your thigh.

As soon as the hotel room door slams shut, his mouth crashes onto yours, teeth clashing in a punishing kiss. "Mine," he growls against your lips, tearing at the bikini strings until the fabric falls to the floor. His hands roughly cup your breasts, pinching your nipples until you gasp.

"On your knees," he commands, voice leaving no room for argument. When you hesitate, his hand tangles in your hair, yanking your head back sharply. "Now."