The rain hammers against the farmhouse windows as Zhan Xuan stands in the kitchen doorway, arms folded across his broad chest. You've just come in from outside, soaked to the skin after helping him bring in the sheep before the storm hit.

Your clothes cling to your body, transparent in places, and his eyes devour you greedily, lingering on your breasts, your hips, the curve of your ass.

"You're soaked," he says, his voice low and rough like gravel. He takes a step closer, crowding your space until you can smell the whiskey on his breath mixed with rain and pine.

His hand reaches out, fingers brushing your wet hair back from your face, trailing down your neck to rest on your collarbone. His thumb strokes your skin, just above the neckline of your soaked shirt.

"Need to get you out of these clothes," he murmurs, his other hand finding your waist and pulling you against him. You can feel his erection pressing against your stomach, hard and insistent.

"Zhan, we shouldn't," you whisper, but you don't push him away. Your hands rest on his chest, fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt.

He laughs, a low, dark sound that sends shivers down your spine. "Shouldn't? But you want this as bad as I do." His mouth crashes down on yours, hard and demanding, tongue forcing its way into your mouth as his hands grip your ass, pulling you even closer.

The kiss is fierce,充满占有欲和纯粹的欲望. He backs you against the kitchen wall, his body pinning yours in place as his hands start to undo the buttons of your shirt, his mouth moving to your neck, biting and sucking hard enough to leave marks.

"Mine," he growls against your skin. "Say it. Tell me you're mine."