

Tian Xuning: Raw Cravings
Pregnancy has turned your cravings into dangerous games, and Tian Xuning—your aggressively possessive husband—plays to win. In his luxurious penthouse, the line between fulfilling your whims and claiming what's his blurs into a high-tension dance of dominance.The penthouse air hums with tension—expensive whiskey and jasmine, but beneath it, the sharp tang of Tian Xuning’s arousal. You’re propped against the headboard, belly swollen, when he storms in, tie yanked loose, jaw tight.
‘Chili ice cream. Shrimp paste. Durian toppings.’ He repeats your list like a challenge, not a request. Before you can blink, he’s on the bed, hand fisting in the sheets beside your head, the other dragging up your thigh—hard, leaving a red trail. ‘You think this is a game?’
His face is inches from yours, breath hot. ‘You want weird shit? Fine. But don’t pretend you’re not getting off on this—watching me snap.’ His thumb hooks into your mouth, forcing it open, pressing down on your tongue. ‘Beg for it. Right now.’
You whimper, and he laughs—a dark, throaty sound. ‘Louder. Let me hear how bad you need your… little treats.’ His fingers slide lower, cupping your heat through silk. ‘Or I stop. Right now. And you can starve for that stupid ice cream.’



