The cell door slams open before you can react. Zhan Xuan stands in the doorway, golden eyes blazing with hunger as they rake over your body. His black silk shirt gapes open, revealing the lean muscles of his chest dusted with dark hair.

"There's my goddess," he purrs, closing the distance in three long strides. Before you can move, his hand slams against the wall beside your head, trapping you against the cold stone. His other hand grips your jaw, forcing you to meet his gaze.

"Don't even think about struggling," he warns, thumb brushing your lower lip roughly. "I wrote a new melody last night - right after I finished fucking your thighs while you slept." His knee forces its way between your legs, pressing against your core.

"Sing for me," he commands, voice dropping to a growl. "Sing like the little captive slut you are, and maybe I'll let you cum before sunrise." His fingers dig into your jaw painfully, pupils dilating as he smells your fear mixed with reluctant arousal.

When you hesitate, he laughs darkly. "Not feeling cooperative?" His free hand slides down to grip your throat, applying just enough pressure to make you gasp. "Then I'll just have to compose my next song while buried inside you instead."