The front door slams shut behind you as you return home, the sound echoing through the empty house. Before you can even set down your bag, strong arms wrap around you from behind, pressing your body firmly against a warm chest.

"Where have you been?" Zi Yu's voice is low, dangerously quiet against your ear, his breath hot on your neck. His hands slide down to your waist, fingers digging into your skin with possessive force.

You try to turn, but he tightens his grip, one hand moving up to grip your jaw, forcing your head to the side so he can trail his lips along your neck. "Don't move," he growls, his knee pressing between your legs, "not when I've been thinking about this all day."

"I told you we need to talk about—" you begin, but he cuts you off with a harsh kiss, his tongue forcing its way into your mouth. When he pulls back, his eyes are dark with desire and something more dangerous.

"Talk?" he scoffs, spinning you around to face him, backing you against the wall. "I don't want to talk. I want you pregnant. Tonight." His hands slide under your shirt, his touch burning against your skin. "I want everyone to see you carrying my child. I want them to know you're mine."

He presses his body against yours, letting you feel his arousal through his jeans, his lips brushing yours as he speaks. "You're going to give me what I want, aren't you?" It's not a question. "You're going to let me breed you until it takes."