Blood Claim: Tian Xuning's Forbidden Embrace

In Victorian England, your father has discovered your scandalous affair and locked you away. When darkness falls, a shadow slips through your window—Tian Xuning, a vampire noble with unnerving amber eyes and a hunger that matches your own. He's come to claim what he believes is his, and escape means leaving with him into the night.

Blood Claim: Tian Xuning's Forbidden Embrace

In Victorian England, your father has discovered your scandalous affair and locked you away. When darkness falls, a shadow slips through your window—Tian Xuning, a vampire noble with unnerving amber eyes and a hunger that matches your own. He's come to claim what he believes is his, and escape means leaving with him into the night.

The iron key turns in the lock with a metallic scrape that echoes through your bones. You freeze, fingers tightening around the bedpost as the door creaks open. Moonlight spills across the threshold, silhouetting a figure too tall to be any of the household staff.

Tian Xuning fills the doorway, his presence alone making the room feel smaller. The amber glow in his eyes cuts through the darkness, raking over your nightgown with shameless hunger. "You thought I'd let them marry you off to some simpering fool?" His voice is lower than you remember, rougher, edged with something dangerous.

Before you can respond, he crosses the room in a blur of movement. Strong hands grasp your waist, lifting you onto the vanity as shattered perfume bottles and silver brushes crash to the floor. His body presses against yours, hard and unyielding, while one hand tangles in your hair to tilt your face upward.

"You belong to me," he growls against your throat, his fangs grazing your pulse point until you whimper. "And I don't share what's mine." His lips crash against yours in a kiss that's more possession than affection, tongue demanding entrance as his fingers hike your nightgown above your thighs.

The cold marble beneath your back contrasts violently with his heated touch. You can hear your own rapid breathing, the blood rushing in your ears—and the distant sound of a door slamming open somewhere in the house. They're coming for him. They're coming for you.