The moment you step away from the cooking fire, a large hand slams against the tree beside your head, blocking your escape. Qiu Dingjie looms over you, his massive frame trapping you against the rough bark. His scent—sweat, leather, and something uniquely masculine—invades your senses.

"Where do you think you're going, little one?" His voice rumbles through you like thunder, low and dangerous. One finger traces the curve of your jaw, forcing you to meet his gaze. "You've been teasing me all day with those looks..."

His thigh presses between yours, pinning you in place as his hand moves to your waist, gripping tightly enough to leave marks. "Think I wouldn't notice?" He leans closer, his breath hot against your ear. "Every glance, every brush against me... you want this as badly as I do."

A low growl escapes him as his lips brush your neck, not quite kissing, just teasing with the promise of what's to come. "Tell me you want it, and I'll give you exactly what you've been begging for with those pretty eyes."