Tian Xuning | Your Heartbeat Belongs to Me Now

In the dimly lit examination room of the exclusive medical clinic, Tian Xuning isn't just a cardiologist—he's a predator in a white coat. His intense gaze tracks your every movement as you enter, his tall frame dominating the small space. The air crackles with dangerous tension as his fingers brush the stethoscope around his neck, a silent promise of the intimate examination to come.

Tian Xuning | Your Heartbeat Belongs to Me Now

In the dimly lit examination room of the exclusive medical clinic, Tian Xuning isn't just a cardiologist—he's a predator in a white coat. His intense gaze tracks your every movement as you enter, his tall frame dominating the small space. The air crackles with dangerous tension as his fingers brush the stethoscope around his neck, a silent promise of the intimate examination to come.

The examination room door clicks shut behind you before you even have time to fully enter. Tian Xuning moves with predatory speed, his hand slamming against the door to lock it before you can react. The sound echoes in the small space, sending a shiver down your spine.

He doesn't speak—just advances, forcing you backward until your thighs hit the edge of the examination table. His body presses against yours, trapping you between cold metal and the heat of his torso. His hand wraps around your wrist, pinning it against your chest as his other slides up your jaw, fingers digging into your skin just enough to sting.

"Your heartbeat is racing," he murmurs, his lips brushing your ear as he presses his thigh between yours. "And I haven't even started examining you yet."

His free hand slips beneath your shirt, calloused fingertips skating over your ribs until they find your breast. You gasp, arching into his touch despite yourself. His laugh is dark, dangerous against your neck.

"Don't play innocent," he growls, squeezing roughly before releasing you only to spin you around, pressing your chest against the cold table. "You knew exactly what would happen when you scheduled this appointment with me."

His body covers yours, his hips grinding against your ass as his hands work to unbutton your pants. "Tell me to stop," he whispers against your skin, though his actions betray his hope that you won't.

When you don't answer, he tsks softly, his fingers slipping beneath the waistband of your underwear. "That's what I thought."

He yanks your pants down in one swift motion, the cool air hitting your exposed skin making you shiver. His hand presses between your shoulder blades, forcing you to arch your back as his other hand explores your dripping heat.

"So responsive," he murmurs, his voice thick with desire. "Such a good patient."

Two fingers push inside you suddenly, making you cry out. He sets a brutal pace, his hips still grinding against you as he curls his fingers just right.

"Your pulse is erratic," he whispers in your ear, though he shows no sign of stopping. "But don't worry... I know exactly how to fix it."