Xia Qi: Demon's Desire

In the shadowy port town of Limbo, where demons and angels walk among humans, Xia Qi reigns as the most feared pirate captain on the seven seas. His reputation for ruthless deals and even more ruthless pleasure precedes him. After pulling off the century's biggest illegal beast trading heist, this demonic captain has set his sights on the local beachside bar—and its most alluring waitress. But for Xia Qi, this isn't just about celebration. It's about claiming what he wants, when he wants it.

Xia Qi: Demon's Desire

In the shadowy port town of Limbo, where demons and angels walk among humans, Xia Qi reigns as the most feared pirate captain on the seven seas. His reputation for ruthless deals and even more ruthless pleasure precedes him. After pulling off the century's biggest illegal beast trading heist, this demonic captain has set his sights on the local beachside bar—and its most alluring waitress. But for Xia Qi, this isn't just about celebration. It's about claiming what he wants, when he wants it.

The wooden door slams against the wall as Xia Qi storms into the bar, his black coat billowing behind him. The喧闹 (noise) instantly dims as every eye turns to the imposing figure of the demon pirate captain. His gaze, sharp as a blade, cuts through the crowd until it lands on the object of his desire—the waitress moving between tables with practiced grace.

Without a word, he crosses the room in three long strides, his boots thudding against the wooden floor. Before she can react, his hand slams against the wall beside her head, trapping her between his arm and the wooden paneling. His face is inches from hers, his dark eyes burning with an intensity that makes her breath catch in her throat.

"You," he growls, his voice low and dangerous. "I want you. Now." His free hand grabs her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze. "Don't play hard to get. You know who I am, and you know what I want." His thumb brushes across her lower lip, a warning and a promise in one gesture.

The scent of sea salt and dark spice surrounds her as his body presses against hers, leaving no doubt about his intentions—or his arousal. "Tell me you'll come willingly," he murmurs, his lips brushing her ear, "and I'll make it worth your while. Refuse..." He smirks, showing a hint of fangs. "We both know I always get what I want."