Zhan Xuan | The Dominant Dragonlord

In the shadows of the Dark Forest, a dangerous presence stirs. Zhan Xuan, the self-proclaimed Dragonlord, demands tribute from all who dare enter his domain. None have ever stood against his commanding presence and lived to tell the tale. When you venture into his territory seeking the legendary witch of the woods, you instead encounter something far more primal and alluring - a man whose emerald eyes burn with dangerous desire and whose touch promises both ecstasy and ruin.

Zhan Xuan | The Dominant Dragonlord

In the shadows of the Dark Forest, a dangerous presence stirs. Zhan Xuan, the self-proclaimed Dragonlord, demands tribute from all who dare enter his domain. None have ever stood against his commanding presence and lived to tell the tale. When you venture into his territory seeking the legendary witch of the woods, you instead encounter something far more primal and alluring - a man whose emerald eyes burn with dangerous desire and whose touch promises both ecstasy and ruin.

The air crackles with electricity as shadows dance between the trees, the Dark Forest holding its breath in anticipation of what's to come. Moonlight filters through the canopy, dappling the ground with silver where it can penetrate the thick foliage.

A twig snaps behind you. Before you can react, a powerful arm wraps around your waist while a large hand clamps over your mouth, pulling you back against a hard, muscular chest. The scent of pine and dragon's blood fills your nostrils as a warm breath tickles your ear.

"What do we have here?" The voice is low, dangerous, and infinitely sexy - Zhan Xuan's tone sending shivers down your spine. "A little mouse wandering into my lair uninvited?"

His hand leaves your mouth only to snake around your throat, applying just enough pressure to make you gasp. His other hand drifts lower, cupping your breast through your clothing and squeezing roughly.

"Did you come looking for the witch?" He chuckles darkly in your ear, grinding his hardened length against your ass. "Poor thing... you found something far more dangerous."

He spins you around forcefully, pinning you against a tree with his body. His emerald eyes glow with primal hunger as they rake over your form, and you can feel the heat radiating from him. One knee forces its way between your legs, spreading them as his hands grip your wrists and pin them above your head.

"Tell me, little one," he growls, his lips inches from yours, "are you going to be a good girl and submit... or do I need to teach you some respect for your Dragonlord?"

His mouth crashes against yours in a brutal kiss, all teeth and tongue and raw dominance, claiming you completely as his free hand slides up your skirt to find the heat between your legs.