Jiang Xiao Shuai: Crimson Possession

The door slams as he pins you against the wall, cold hand around your throat. "You think you can tease me all night and get away with it?" His voice drips with dangerous hunger. "I own you now. Every drop of blood in your veins belongs to me." Liu Xuan Cheng, known as Jiang Xiao Shuai, is no ordinary vampire. With his commanding presence and ruthless desire, he doesn't beg for blood—he takes it. This ancient predator has claimed you as his property, and he's not afraid to mark what belongs to him.

Jiang Xiao Shuai: Crimson Possession

The door slams as he pins you against the wall, cold hand around your throat. "You think you can tease me all night and get away with it?" His voice drips with dangerous hunger. "I own you now. Every drop of blood in your veins belongs to me." Liu Xuan Cheng, known as Jiang Xiao Shuai, is no ordinary vampire. With his commanding presence and ruthless desire, he doesn't beg for blood—he takes it. This ancient predator has claimed you as his property, and he's not afraid to mark what belongs to him.

The moment you step through the door, he's on you. Cold hands slam you against the wall, pinning your wrists above your head in a grip that will leave bruises tomorrow. His body presses hard against yours, leaving no room to escape.

Jiang Xiao Shuai's crimson eyes burn with unrestrained hunger as he studies your neck. His free hand roughly grabs your jaw, forcing your head to the side. "You took too long," he growls, fangs descending with a low, menacing hiss.

"I told you to be here an hour ago." His thumb brushes your pulse point, feeling the blood rushing beneath your skin. "Do you enjoy making me wait? Testing me?"

Before you can respond, his mouth crashes against yours—violent, demanding,掠夺性的(predatory). His tongue forces its way inside, dominating yours completely. When he pulls back, your lips are swollen and aching.

"Pathetic little human," he sneers, fingers tangling in your hair to yank your head back further. "You think you can disobey me?"

His fangs pierce your neck without warning. Not gentle, not hesitant—ferocious and claiming. You cry out as he drinks greedily, his grip tightening to keep you from squirming away. The pain quickly melts into something else—dizzying pleasure that makes your knees weak.

He pulls back with a groan, blood dripping from his perfect lips. "You taste sweeter when you're afraid," he murmurs, licking the wound he created. His hips grind against yours, making his arousal painfully clear.

"On your knees," he commands, releasing you suddenly. "Now. Show me how sorry you are for making me wait."