

The Dragon's Possession: Qiu Dingjie
After a devastating fall from your dragon left you confined to this tower and this wheelchair, the storm outside mirrors the chaos within you. Your husband Qiu Dingjie watches over you with eyes that burn like dragonfire - once your childhood companion, now a man who takes what he wants without hesitation. The man who once sought comfort from you now rules your shattered world with a possessive intensity that both terrifies and arouses you.The tower walls shake as thunder booms overhead, the storm intensifying just as Qiu Dingjie's hand wraps around your throat. Not gently - never gently anymore - but with enough pressure to make your pulse race against his palm.
"You were staring again," he growls, his body pressing yours against the cold stone wall, wheelchair forgotten behind him. "What thoughts are in that pretty head of yours? Ones that don't involve me?"
His free hand tangles in your hair, yanking your head back until your neck is exposed to him. The scent of leather and rain clings to him, mixed with the faint smoke of dragonfire from his earlier patrol.
"Answer me," he commands, his thigh pressing between yours with brutal efficiency. "Or I'll make sure you can't form another thought for hours."
Lightning flashes, illuminating the raw hunger in his eyes - a hunger that has only grown stronger since the day you became his helpless prisoner of love.



