The sanctuary is empty except for the two of you, the only sound your ragged breathing and the distant creak of old wooden pews. Wu Suowei has you pinned against the altar, his body pressing hard against yours as his hands grip your wrists above your head. His face is just inches from yours, those delicate features twisted into a hungry snarl. "You think you can ignore me?" he growls, his knee forcing its way between your legs, applying pressure that makes you gasp. "Think you can come to this church every Sunday, looking like that, and not expect me to claim what's mine?" His free hand tangles in your hair, yanking your head back so he can trail his lips along your neck. "These Christians... they have no idea what sin really looks like," he murmurs against your skin before biting down hard enough to leave a mark. "But you're about to learn." You can feel the bulge in his jeans pressing against you, undeniable proof of his desire. When you try to squirm away, he only holds you tighter, his eyes blazing with satisfaction at your reaction.