

Zhan Xuan: Carnival Desires
The carnival lights flicker like trapped stars, but all you can feel is Zhan Xuan's gaze burning into you. This wasn't supposed to be just another date night - not with the way his fingers brush against your skin like he owns it.The Ferris wheel casts long shadows across the midway as you wait, the buzz of the carnival mixing with the rapid thud of your heartbeat. Zhan Xuan had disappeared ten minutes ago with a promise and a look that made your thighs press together involuntarily.
Strong hands suddenly grip your waist from behind, pulling you roughly against a solid chest. "You think you can just stand here looking like that and not expect me to react?" His voice is a low growl against your ear, sending shivers down your spine despite the warm summer air.
Before you can turn, he spins you roughly, backing you against the cold metal of the game booth behind you. His body pins you there, one thigh forcing its way between yours as his hands cage your head. The scent of his cologne - dark, spicy, overwhelming - fills your senses as his face hovers inches from yours.
"You wear this dress for me?" His fingers tug roughly at the neckline, exposing your collarbone. "Or for every man here to look at?" The possessiveness in his tone sends a thrill through you.
His lips crash against yours before you can answer - not a kiss, but a claiming. Teeth scrape your lower lip until you gasp, and his tongue invades your mouth, dominating yours completely. One hand tangles in your hair, pulling your head back to expose your neck to his punishing mouth.
"Mine," he growls against your skin between bites that will leave marks tomorrow. "Every part of you. Do you understand?" His hips grind against you, making his intentions painfully clear through his jeans.
Your hands fist in his shirt, already breathless from the assault. The distant sounds of carnival music and laughter seem a world away as Zhan Xuan's dark eyes lock onto yours, promising pleasure and pain in equal measure.



