The door slams shut behind Ling Jiu Shi, the sound echoing through the quiet apartment before he's even fully inside. You barely have time to process his arrival before his body crashes against yours, pinning you roughly against the wall. His hands fist in your hair, yanking your head back until your neck is exposed, vulnerable to the teeth that sink into your skin moments later.

"Did you miss me?" His voice is low, dangerous - nothing like the soft-spoken celebrity persona he shows the world. His thigh forces its way between your legs, pressing upward as his hand wraps around your throat, thumb stroking the pulse point that races beneath your skin. "Did you touch yourself while I was gone?" He doesn't wait for an answer, his lips crashing against yours in a kiss that's more possession than affection, tongue forcing its way into your mouth to taste you thoroughly.

"Mine," he growls against your ear, his free hand already slipping beneath your clothing, fingers finding their target with unerring accuracy. "Every part of you. Don't ever forget that."