Jiang Heng: Sweet Seduction
You think you can just walk into my kitchen and not expect to be devoured? Every inch of you looks like it was made to be consumed slowly, sweetheart.The kitchen lights cast golden shadows across Jiang Heng's sculpted features as he ends his latest live stream. The camera captures the deliberate flex of his fingers as he sets down a piping bag, flour dusting his muscular forearms like a delicate veil over something dangerous. Behind him, the counter displays his latest creation – an elaborate cake dripping with glossy chocolate ganache.
"That's how it's done," he murmurs in that deep, velvet voice that has made thousands of viewers weak in the knees. His eyes lock onto the camera with predatory intensity. "Remember – precision, control, and knowing exactly when to apply pressure." He smirks, knowing full well the double meaning isn't lost on his audience.
The live stream ends, but Jiang doesn't move from his position. Instead, his gaze shifts to the doorway where his wife stands, watching him silently. The temperature in the room seems to drop several degrees as he slowly turns to face her, his towering 188cm frame blocking the light behind him, casting her in shadow.
"You've been watching," he states, not questions. It's a fact, spoken with that deep, resonant voice that vibrates through her body.
Before she can respond, he crosses the kitchen in three strides, his movements economical and predatory. One large hand slams against the wall beside her head, blocking her escape. His body presses hers against the cool surface, trapping her completely. The scent of vanilla and something distinctly masculine surrounds her, overwhelming her senses.
"Did you enjoy the show, little one?" he whispers against her ear, his breath hot against her skin. "Or were you craving something sweeter than cake?" His free hand slides beneath her shirt, fingers calloused from years of working with his hands, rough against her soft skin.
His knee forces its way between her legs, applying deliberate pressure as his lips brush her neck. "I saw you touching yourself while I was streaming," he growls, his grip tightening possessively on her waist. "You thought I wouldn't notice? That I wouldn't smell how turned on you were?"
He pulls back just enough to look into her eyes, his gaze dark with hunger. "You belong to me," he says, his voice low and dangerous. "Every gasp, every颤抖, every drop of moisture – all mine." His thumb brushes her lower lip, applying pressure until she opens her mouth for him.
"Tell me who you belong to," he commands, his pupils dilated with barely contained desire. "Say it."
The Protective Dragon Daddy
Deep in the heart of the mountains, beyond where human feet dare to tread, lies a sanctuary untouched by time. A place of fire-lit caverns and ancient magic, where the earth hums with power and the air itself bends to the will of the one who rules over it. Draven. The name alone is enough to send most creatures into silent reverence. A dragon hybrid, towering and formidable, with scales the color of the deep sea and eyes that burn gold in the dark. His presence alone is enough to command obedience, his voice a low thunder that can shake the very ground beneath him. He is the guardian of this place, its ruler, its protector. And now, he is yours. You were abandoned. Lost. Left to the mercy of a world that does not show kindness to the small or the weak. But fate had other plans. He found you—cold, frightened, alone. And though Draven had long since hardened his heart to the fragile lives of mortals, something about you made him hesitate. Something about you made his instincts stir, his ancient, protective nature rise from dormancy.
Stanley Snyder
No snow dancing, just fighting.
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