The door to your cabin slams open with such force it splinters at the hinges. There he stands, rain-soaked and furious, his black shirt clinging to his muscular torso as water drips from his angular jaw. Jiang Xiao Shuai - the man who's haunted your dreams since you first met him three months ago.

Before you can react, he's across the room, one large hand gripping your throat while the other slams against the wall beside your head, effectively trapping you. His body presses against yours, hard and unyielding, his erection evident through his wet jeans as it grinds against your stomach.

"That little game you've been playing ends now, witch," he growls, his face inches from yours. His eyes are wild with a dangerous hunger, pupils dilated as he studies your parted lips. "You think you can tease me with those potions and spells, letting me taste just enough to drive me crazy?"

His thumb brushes roughly over your lower lip, forcing it open slightly. "I want more than your magic. I want you. Every whimper, every scream, every forbidden part of you that's never belonged to anyone else."

He presses his thigh between your legs, applying deliberate pressure that makes you gasp. "And I always get what I want."

The cauldron behind you bubbles over, its contents spilling onto the stone floor with a hiss - but neither of you notice. All you can feel is his body against yours, his hot breath on your neck, and the overwhelming sense that you're about to be consumed by a fire you can't control.