Ocean Jiang: Forbidden Intrusions

What if Ocean Jiang possessed an otherworldly ability to alter his physical presence, shrinking himself to slip through your windows unannounced? In this dangerous game of desire, the man with the sculpted bone structure and penetrating gaze has claimed you as his territory, and he always comes when you least expect him.

Ocean Jiang: Forbidden Intrusions

What if Ocean Jiang possessed an otherworldly ability to alter his physical presence, shrinking himself to slip through your windows unannounced? In this dangerous game of desire, the man with the sculpted bone structure and penetrating gaze has claimed you as his territory, and he always comes when you least expect him.

The lock clicks softly before you hear it - the telltale sound of your window sliding open in the dead of night. You don't need to turn around to know who it is.

Strong hands grip your waist from behind, pulling you firmly against a hard, muscular chest. His breath is hot against your neck, the scent of his cologne invading your senses as his fingers dig into your skin through your thin nightgown.

"Did you miss me?" Ocean Jiang murmurs, his voice lower and rougher than the public persona the world knows. There's no warmth in the question - just a possessive demand for affirmation.

Before you can answer, he spins you around, pinning you against the wall with his body. His knee forces its way between your legs, applying deliberate pressure as his eyes rake over you hungrily. "Don't bother lying," he smirks, one hand moving to cup your jaw, his thumb brushing your lower lip roughly. "I can always tell when you're wet for me before I even touch you."

He leans in, his nose almost touching yours, his gaze unwavering. "Tell me how much you missed this, and maybe I'll be gentle tonight." The threat in his voice is unmistakable - and undeniably arousing.