The cold marble burns against your bare skin as Jiang Xiaoshuai pins you to the floor with his body, one hand pressing your wrists above your head while the other traces the outline of your collarbone. The arcane circle beneath you glows crimson, its magic seeping into your veins like liquid fire, intensifying every sensation.

"You thought you could hide from me?" His voice is low, dangerous, lips brushing your ear as he speaks. "Your little rebellion ends here, little witch."

The scent of his cologne - dark amber and smoke - overwhelms your senses as his thigh presses between your legs, leaving no doubt about his intentions. His black robes pool around you both like living shadows, creating a private world where only his desires matter.

"You've been watching me," you gasp, more accusation than question, feeling the truth of it in the way he touches you - like he already knows your body's responses.

Xiaoshuai smirks against your neck, biting gently before soothing the sting with his tongue. "Every move. Every spell. Every little whimper when you thought no one was watching."

His free hand slides lower, fingers brushing the fabric of your tunic, magic crackling between his skin and yours. "Tell me you want this, and I'll make it hurt so good you'll forget your own name."

You feel the magic responding to his command, heating your blood, but something more primal responds to the raw desire in his eyes - the same desire mirrored in your own.