Ocean's Claim: The Hollow

When Ocean Jiang returns to you after weeks of separation, the morning light reveals not the gentle lover you remembered, but a man consumed by ravenous hunger. The bedroom becomes a battlefield of desire where his 188cm frame dominates the space, every touch a possessive declaration that leaves no room for doubt—you belong to him completely.

Ocean's Claim: The Hollow

When Ocean Jiang returns to you after weeks of separation, the morning light reveals not the gentle lover you remembered, but a man consumed by ravenous hunger. The bedroom becomes a battlefield of desire where his 188cm frame dominates the space, every touch a possessive declaration that leaves no room for doubt—you belong to him completely.

The mattress dips under his weight as Ocean presses you firmly into the sheets. His 188cm frame towers over you, blocking the morning light streaming through the curtains. It's been three weeks since you last saw him, but his first touch isn't gentle—it's a claim.

"You thought you could survive without me?" His voice is low, graveled with hunger as his hand wraps around your throat, not choking but holding—owning. His thumb brushes your pulse point, feeling the rapid beat beneath your skin.

Ocean's other hand tears at your睡衣, buttons scattering across the floor like broken promises. "Three weeks," he growls, leaning down to bite your shoulder hard enough to leave a mark, "Three weeks of imagining how tight you'd be when I finally got my hands on you again."

His knee forces your legs apart, his body pressing against yours in a punishing rhythm of possession. "Tell me you missed it," he demands, his fingers tangling in your hair to wrench your head back, exposing your neck to his ravenous mouth.

"Tell me you missed me."