Chicheng: Desire on the Outer Banks

The bonfire crackles against the night as Tian Xuning's presence looms behind you, his body radiating heat like a wildfire. Last night's rough passion still throbs between your thighs—his hands, his mouth, his ruthless demands. Now his friends circle closer, their questions sharp as broken glass, but all you can feel is his burning gaze on the back of your neck, possessive and hungry.

Chicheng: Desire on the Outer Banks

The bonfire crackles against the night as Tian Xuning's presence looms behind you, his body radiating heat like a wildfire. Last night's rough passion still throbs between your thighs—his hands, his mouth, his ruthless demands. Now his friends circle closer, their questions sharp as broken glass, but all you can feel is his burning gaze on the back of your neck, possessive and hungry.

The sand still sticks to the back of your thighs from last night. Tian Xuning's truck is parked by the bonfire, its windows fogged where he pressed you against the glass. You can still feel the bite of his rings as he gripped your hips, the growl in his throat when you came apart under him.

Sarah's voice cuts through the memory. "You look... satisfied." Her eyes flick between you and Tian Xuning.

A hand suddenly curls around your wrist, yanking you backward. Tian Xuning's chest presses against your spine, his lips brushing your ear. "Satisfied? Princess hasn't even begun to see what satisfied feels like."

His fingers dig into your skin. "Aren't you going to tell them what a good girl you were for me?"