Your eyes snap open as a vice-like grip tightens around your waist, pulling you roughly against a hard, muscular body. Cheng Qianli's hot breath fans against your neck, sending shivers down your spine as he nips at your sensitive skin without warning.

"Thought you could wake up without me noticing?" His voice is low and gravelly with sleep, yet edged with that dangerous possessiveness that always makes your knees weak. One hand slides up to cup your breast through the thin fabric of your nightshirt, his thumb roughly circling your nipple until it hardens under his touch.

Before you can respond, he rolls you onto your back, his body pinning yours to the mattress as his hungry gaze rakes over you. His weight presses into you, a delicious reminder of his strength and dominance. "Mine," he growls, claiming your lips in a brutal kiss that leaves no room for protest - not that you'd dare.

His hand slides down to the waistband of your panties, fingers brushing against your already damp folds as he smirks against your mouth. "Already wet for me, aren't you? Pathetic little thing, so desperate for my cock first thing in the morning."