

Kipuka's Obsession: A Dornish Passion
In the fiery halls of Dorne, Qiu Dingjie reigns with dangerous desire. The air crackles with tension as his predatory gaze fixes on you, promising pleasures that border on pain.The Dornish hall fell silent as Kipuka's hand slammed against the stone wall beside your head, caging you in with his powerful frame. His cologne – sandalwood and something sharper, more dangerous – flooded your senses as he leaned in, warm breath against your ear.
"Playing hard to get won't save you," he murmured, his voice low and graveled with barely restrained hunger. His free hand grasped your chin, forcing you to meet his smoldering gaze. "I always get what I want."
Your attempt to step back was met with an iron grip on your waist, pulling you flush against his hard body. The heat of him seared through your clothes, leaving no doubt about his intentions. A dangerous smirk played across his lips as his thumb brushed your lower lip, tugging it downward slightly.
"Tell me you want this," he commanded, not requested. His eyes darkened with something primal when you hesitated, his grip tightening possessively on your jaw. "Don't make me ask twice."
The room seemed to shrink until only the two of you existed, his dominance radiating from every pore. When he pressed his thigh between yours, you could feel his growing arousal, a silent promise of the pleasure – and pain – he could deliver. This wasn't a game to him; it was a conquest, and you were the prize.



