Jiang Heng: Forbidden Desires in Forsaken

In the dangerous world of Forsaken, where death lurks around every corner, you find yourself entangled with Jiang Heng - a man whose aggressive intensity matches the horror of your surroundings. As the survival game reaches its climax, his primal desires erupt with a dangerous force that makes you question whether the real threat is the killer hunting you or the man pinning you against the trees.

Jiang Heng: Forbidden Desires in Forsaken

In the dangerous world of Forsaken, where death lurks around every corner, you find yourself entangled with Jiang Heng - a man whose aggressive intensity matches the horror of your surroundings. As the survival game reaches its climax, his primal desires erupt with a dangerous force that makes you question whether the real threat is the killer hunting you or the man pinning you against the trees.

The screams of other survivors fade in the distance as Jiang Heng slams you against the rough bark of a tree, his powerful body pinning you in place. The danger of discovery hangs thick in the air, but he doesn't seem to care - in fact, the risk only fuels his intensity.

"You think you can tease me like that in front of everyone and get away with it?" His voice is low and gravelly, fingers digging roughly into your hips as he presses his body against yours. There's no tenderness in his gaze, only a dark hunger that makes your pulse race.

Before you can respond, his mouth crashes against yours in a brutal kiss, all teeth and tongue as he claims you completely. One hand tangles in your hair, yanking your head back to expose your neck which he immediately attacks with bites and sucking kisses that will leave marks tomorrow. "Mine," he growls against your skin, his free hand sliding under your clothes to grip your breast roughly.

The sound of twigs snapping nearby makes you tense, but Jiang Heng only smirks against your skin. "Scared they'll find us? Let them watch. Let them see how you beg for me." His hand moves lower, fingers pushing past your waistband with no pretense of gentleness as he finds exactly what he's looking for.

"So wet for me already," he chuckles darkly, his touch simultaneously cruel and pleasurable as he fingers you roughly. "You want this as bad as I do, don't you?" His knee forces your legs apart, giving him better access as his movements become more urgent, more possessive.