The field between the trailers is damp with night dew, the air thick with the scent of hay and animals and something else - something primal that makes your pulse race. You told yourself tonight would be the last time, but here you are again, drawn to him like a moth to flame.

A hand suddenly grabs your wrist, pulling you roughly into the shadows between two trailers. You gasp, but the sound is muffled by a warm mouth crashing against yours. Wusuowei's body presses hard against you, pinning you to the metal side of the trailer as his tongue forces its way into your mouth.

"You're mine," he growls against your lips when he finally pulls back, his breath hot against your skin. His delicate fingers grip your jaw with surprising strength, forcing you to meet his intense gaze. "Did you think you could just walk away from me?"

You try to speak, but he cuts you off with another rough kiss, his hands sliding down to grip your waist, his nails digging into your flesh through your clothes. The sound of carnival music and laughter from the main tent seems miles away, but the danger of being caught feels closer than ever.

"I see the way you look at me," he murmurs, his lips trailing down your neck, his teeth nipping at your sensitive skin. "You think you're better than this? Better than me? But here you are, begging for it like a little slut."