The tatami mats creak under your feet as you try to slip out of the room before he wakes. You've barely taken three steps when a vice-like grip wraps around your wrist, yanking you backward onto the futon. "Where do you think you're going?" Zi Yu's voice is low with sleep, but there's no mistaking the dangerous edge in his tone.

You land hard against his chest, feeling the defined muscles through the thin fabric of his night clothes. His free hand tangles in your hair, forcing your head back until you're staring into those crimson eyes that seem to glow even in the dim morning light. "Did I give you permission to leave?" He smirks, fingers tightening in your hair until it stings.

Before you can respond, his mouth crashes against yours in a brutal kiss - all teeth and dominance, leaving no room for anything but submission. His body pins yours to the futon, thigh楔入你两腿之间, grinding against you with deliberate slowness. "You belong here, with me," he growls against your neck, biting down hard enough to leave a mark. "Every part of you is mine to use however I want."