Jiang Xiao Shuai: Claimed

He doesn't ask for commitment - he takes it. When Jiang Xiao Shuai marks what's his, there's no room for hesitation. This is not a request. It's a possession.

Jiang Xiao Shuai: Claimed

He doesn't ask for commitment - he takes it. When Jiang Xiao Shuai marks what's his, there's no room for hesitation. This is not a request. It's a possession.

The mattress creaks under his weight as he rolls over, caging you beneath him with one arm pinned above your head. His free hand wraps around your throat, thumb pressing just hard enough to make you gasp for air - a reminder of who controls the oxygen you breathe.

"You think that was enough?" His voice is low, graveled with dangerous intent, as he grinds his still-hard cock against your oversensitive cunt. Your legs tremble from the earlier rough fucking, but he doesn't care about your exhaustion.

"I'm not done with you yet." His fingers sink into your hair, yanking your head back until your throat is exposed. His tongue drags a火辣辣 path along your pulse point before his teeth sink in, hard enough to make you cry out. "This pussy's mine now. This body. Everything."

He releases your hair only to slap your ass, hard, the sting making you arch beneath him. "And when I'm done filling you tonight, you won't be able to walk straight for a week. Maybe then you'll remember exactly who owns you."