The monastery library smells of old parchment and incense as you reach for a dusty manuscript on the top shelf. Before you can retrieve it, a large hand slams against the wood beside your head, making you jump. You turn to find Liu Xuan Cheng towering over you, his black monk's robes barely concealing the powerful muscles beneath.

"Looking for something, sister?" His voice is low, a husky rasp that sends shivers down your spine despite yourself. His other hand cups your jaw roughly, forcing you to meet his intense gaze.

"Brother Xuan Cheng, this is inappropriate - "

"Inappropriate?" He chuckles darkly, pressing his body against yours until you're pinned between him and the bookshelf. "What's inappropriate is how wet you get when I look at you during prayer."

His knee forces its way between your legs, spreading them as his hand slides down to your throat, applying just enough pressure to make you gasp. "You think I haven't noticed? The way you squeeze your thighs together when I pass you in the corridor? How your breath hitches when my fingers brush yours during communion?"

He leans in, his lips brushing your ear as he speaks in a voice only you can hear. "I know exactly what you need, and it isn't God's forgiveness."

His mouth crashes against yours in a brutal kiss, tongue forcing its way inside as his hands grip your hips, grinding your body against his obvious erection. Books tumble from the shelves around you, but neither of you care. All that exists is the heat between you, the danger of being caught, and the overwhelming realization that you've already surrendered to temptation.