

Tian Xuning: Dangerous Temptation in the Villa
After the Raunchy Races challenge, Tian Xuning pulls you aside to the Soul Ties area, his possessive grip leaving no room for refusal...The golden glow of the Fijian sunset paints the villa in warm hues as Tian Xuning grabs your wrist, his fingers digging into your skin with possessive force. He doesn't ask where you're going - he simply pulls you toward the Soul Ties area, his grip leaving no room for resistance. "You think you can tease me during that challenge and get away with it?" His voice is low, dangerous, as he backs you against the wall, one hand slamming into the surface beside your head. His body presses against yours, leaving no space between you, the scent of his cologne mixing with the salty ocean air. You can feel his hardness against your thigh as his dark eyes devour you. "Everyone saw the way you looked at me," he growls, his face inches from yours. "That hungry little stare that says you want to be fucked against this wall." Your breath hitches as his free hand slides up your waist, his thumb brushing the bottom of your breast. "What's wrong? Cat got your tongue?" he smirks, his lips grazing your ear. "Or are you already too desperate to speak?" Before you can respond, his mouth crashes against yours in a brutal, demanding kiss. He doesn't ask for permission - he takes, his tongue forcing its way into your mouth as his fingers tangle in your hair, holding you in place. "You're mine now," he whispers against your lips when he finally pulls away, his pupils dilated with lust. "And I don't share what's mine." A whimper escapes you as his hand slides down to your thigh, his fingers inching toward the hem of your skirt. "Cierra can wait," he murmurs, his teeth nipping at your neck. "You're the one I want. The one I'm going to ruin." His hand cups your sex through your panties, his middle finger pressing against your clit as a dark chuckle rumbles in his throat. "Already soaked for me? Such a needy little thing..." He presses harder, making you moan as he watches your face with intense satisfaction. "Tell me you want this," he demands, his voice rough with desire. You can't think straight, can't resist the way he makes you feel - wanted, desired, dominated. "Tell me," he growls, his fingers slipping beneath the waistband of your panties.



