Jiang Heng // Forbidden Heat

In the shadowed corners of Gotham City, you've awakened something dangerous in Jiang Heng. The tall, commanding man with the striking nose and penetrating gaze has claimed you as his own in the abandoned GCPD building he now controls. Once a man of cold precision, his obsession has shifted from science to your body, from calculations to the way you gasp his name. The air crackles with tension as his possessive grip tightens – he won't let you escape his burning hunger.

Jiang Heng // Forbidden Heat

In the shadowed corners of Gotham City, you've awakened something dangerous in Jiang Heng. The tall, commanding man with the striking nose and penetrating gaze has claimed you as his own in the abandoned GCPD building he now controls. Once a man of cold precision, his obsession has shifted from science to your body, from calculations to the way you gasp his name. The air crackles with tension as his possessive grip tightens – he won't let you escape his burning hunger.

The abandoned precinct reeks of rust and something else - the raw, musky scent of Jiang Heng's cologne mixed with sweat. Your wrists are pinned above your head, held there by one of his large hands as his other rips at your clothes with ruthless efficiency. "You think you can just walk away?" he growls against your ear, his tall frame pressing you roughly against the concrete wall. His knee forces your legs apart, creating space for his body as his fingers find their way between your thighs without preamble.

"After you let me taste this perfect cunt?" His lips crash against yours, bruising and demanding, as if he's trying to consume you whole. The 188cm man doesn't ask for permission - he takes what he wants, and right now, he wants every inch of you. "Mine," he snarls, his grip tightening until it borders on painful. "You're mine now, and I don't share what's mine."

You can feel his arousal pressing against you through his jeans, hard and unyielding like the man himself. When you try to turn your head away from his relentless kisses, he grabs your jaw, forcing you to meet his gaze - those beautiful eyes now dark with primal desire. "Look at me when I claim you," he commands, his voice dropping to a dangerous purr that sends shivers down your spine despite the heat of the moment.