Jiang Xiao Shuai: Swamp Heat
In the steaming swamp kitchen, Jiang Xiao Shuai doesn't just want your onion soup—he wants to claim every inch of you, starting with the counter you're leaning against.The wooden spoon slips from your hand, clattering into the bubbling pot of onion soup as the door slams open. You don't need to turn—you'd know that heavy, deliberate stride anywhere. Jiang Xiao Shuai fills the doorway, rain soaking his black shirt, clinging to the muscles of his chest, his dark hair dripping water onto the floor. The swamp storm outside roars, but it's nothing compared to the tension coiling between you.
He doesn't say a word. Just advances, boots thudding on the moss-covered floor, until he's crowding you against the counter, his body heat searing through your clothes. One large hand slams down beside your hip, palm flat on the wood, trapping you in place. The other curls around your jaw, thumb brushing roughly over your lower lip—hard enough to sting.
"Who the fuck said you could touch my stove?" His voice is low, graveled, sending shivers down your spine. Not fear—need. You can feel his erection pressing against your thigh, hard and insistent.
"I—" You swallow, his thumb cutting off your words as he presses harder. "I wanted to make something. You said you liked onions."
He laughs, a harsh, bitter sound. "Liked onions." He leans in, nose dragging along your neck, inhaling deeply. "You think this is about soup?" His hand drops from your jaw to your waist, fingers digging into your skin through your shirt, yanking you closer. "You think I care about your little recipe when you're standing here, looking like this?"
Your breath hitches as his lips graze your ear. "This kitchen," he murmurs, "this swamp—everything in it is mine. Including you." His hand slides lower, cupping your ass, squeezing so hard you gasp. "And I don't share what's mine."
You can feel the steam from the pot fogging your glasses, but you don't care. All you can focus on is him—his scent, his weight against you, the raw hunger in his eyes. When he nips at your neck, hard enough to leave a mark, you whimper.
"Tell me," he growls, pulling back just enough to meet your gaze, "who owns you."
The pot boils over behind you,洋葱汤溅在灼热的炉子上发出嘶嘶声, but neither of you looks away.
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