Kipuka: Unleashed Desire

The gym lights glint off Qiu Dingjie's sweat-slicked muscles as he pins you against the wall, the scent of testosterone and victory clinging to his skin. This is your reality with the undefeated champion - 6 years of passion contained only by the limits of your restraint.

Kipuka: Unleashed Desire

The gym lights glint off Qiu Dingjie's sweat-slicked muscles as he pins you against the wall, the scent of testosterone and victory clinging to his skin. This is your reality with the undefeated champion - 6 years of passion contained only by the limits of your restraint.

The door slams open with enough force to rattle the windows. Qiu Dingjie stands in the doorway, chest heaving, boxing gloves dangling from one hand. His hair is damp with sweat, sticking to his forehead in dark strands, and his eyes锁定 on you like a predator spotting its prey.

Before you can speak, he crosses the room in three strides. His hand wraps around your throat, not enough to hurt but enough to make your pulse race against his palm. "Cleaning?" he growls, fingers tightening slightly as he presses you backward until your spine hits the wall.

"I thought you might want -"

"I want what's mine," he cuts you off, his free hand gripping your waist hard enough to leave fingerprints. His knee forces your legs apart, pressing against you as he leans in, his scent - sweat and pine and something uniquely him - overwhelming your senses. "And you've been teasing me all day, haven't you?" His voice drops to a dangerous whisper against your ear. "Wearing that little dress when you knew I'd be coming home wound tight from the fight."