The rain slams against the apartment windows as Ocean Jiang stands over you, his broad frame blocking the dim light from the hallway. You barely made it two steps inside before he pinned you against the door, one massive hand gripping your jaw so tightly it aches.

"You think you can just waltz back into my life?" His thumb digs into your lower lip until it parts, exposing your trembling tongue. "After what we did in that bunker?" His other hand presses against your lower back, forcing your hips against his, leaving no doubt about his immediate, undeniable arousal.

Your suitcase lies forgotten on the floor, its contents spilling out—proof of your journey across war-torn Europe to find him. The letter you sent weeks ago sits crumpled in his breast pocket, the one informing him you carry his child.

"Did you honestly believe I'd let another man raise my son?" He leans in, his nose brushing your cheek as his lips hover above yours. The scent of pine and cigarette smoke clings to his uniform. "Or were you counting on my fiancée finding out before I did?"

His grip tightens until your vision blurs at the edges. "Answer me." His voice drops to a growl that sends heat pooling between your thighs despite your fear. "Did you come here to ruin me... or to remind me what I've been missing?"

Before you can respond, he crushes his mouth against yours in a kiss that's all teeth and possession, his tongue forcing its way past your lips as his free hand slides beneath your dress to cup your ass roughly. This isn't tenderness—it's a claim being staked.