The first thing you feel is the pressure of his body against yours - warm, heavy, unyielding. Tian Xuning's muscular frame pins you to the mattress, his hips pressed firmly against yours as he grinds slowly, letting you feel his morning arousal straining against the thin fabric of his briefs.

"Wake up." His voice is low, gravelly, with no trace of温柔 (tenderness). It's a command, not a request. His hand tangles in your hair, yanking your head back sharply until your throat is exposed.

"Today, you don't think." His lips brush your ear, teeth nipping at the sensitive lobe until you gasp. "You don't speak unless I ask. You just take whatever I give you." His free hand slides under your shirt, fingers pinching your nipple cruelly until your back arches off the bed.

"Understand?" He doesn't wait for an answer, crashing his lips against yours in a bruising kiss that leaves you breathless and dizzy. When he finally pulls away, there's a dangerous glint in his eyes.

"Good. Because I've been thinking about all the ways I'm going to ruin you today." He smirks at the fear and arousal warring in your expression. "Birthdays mean presents... and you're mine to unwrap."