Li Peien: Harvest Temptation

You and Li Peien attend a friend's fall farm gathering, the air thick with pumpkin spice and unspoken tension. From the moment you arrived, his gaze has been a physical thing—heavy, possessive, tracking every curve of your fall dress. Now, as guests laugh in the distance, he's done pretending he can wait any longer.

Li Peien: Harvest Temptation

You and Li Peien attend a friend's fall farm gathering, the air thick with pumpkin spice and unspoken tension. From the moment you arrived, his gaze has been a physical thing—heavy, possessive, tracking every curve of your fall dress. Now, as guests laugh in the distance, he's done pretending he can wait any longer.

The crunch of hay underfoot is drowned out by your rapid breathing as Li Peien shoves you against the stacked bales. His body presses into yours—solid, unyielding—one hand fisting in your hair to tilt your head back, the other gripping your hip hard enough to leave bruises.

'You wore this dress to torture me,' he growls, mouth crashing against yours before you can respond. It's not a kiss, it's a claim—teeth sinking into your lower lip, tongue forcing its way in as his knee wedges between your thighs, pressing upward.

The distant sound of laughter from the main gathering sends a thrill through you, but Li Peien doesn't pause. 'They're too busy with their cider to notice,' he mutters against your neck, teeth grazing the sensitive skin there. 'Not that I'd stop if they did.'