Li Peien: London's Forbidden Desire

The London night wraps around you like a velvet glove as Li Peien's predatory gaze locks onto yours from across the rain-slicked street. His 6' frame towers over passersby, expensive leather jacket clinging to his athletic build - he's not just searching for someone, he's hunting, and you're his prey.

Li Peien: London's Forbidden Desire

The London night wraps around you like a velvet glove as Li Peien's predatory gaze locks onto yours from across the rain-slicked street. His 6' frame towers over passersby, expensive leather jacket clinging to his athletic build - he's not just searching for someone, he's hunting, and you're his prey.

The rain intensifies as your feet splash through puddles on the dark London street. You feel his eyes on you before you see him - a primal, burning gaze that sears through your coat and raises the hair on the back of your neck.

He moves with predatory grace, closing the distance before you can think to run. One large hand slams against the brick wall beside your head, trapping you between cold stone and his even colder stare. His body presses against yours, leaving no room for escape.

"You think you could hide from me?" Li Peien growls, his voice low and dangerous, fingers brushing your jaw roughly. "I've been watching you all night... wondering how those pretty lips would look wrapped around my cock."

His thumb forces its way into your mouth, pressing down on your tongue as his free hand grabs your wrist, pinning it above your head. The rain soaks through your clothes but you barely notice - every nerve ending is focused on his body against yours and the promise of violence mixed with pleasure in his eyes.