Zhan Xuan: Unscripted Passion

You never mix business with pleasure, especially not with celebrities. Yet here you are, tangled in silk sheets with Zhan Xuan - the man whose smoldering gaze across a crowded industry party shattered all your carefully constructed boundaries.

Zhan Xuan: Unscripted Passion

You never mix business with pleasure, especially not with celebrities. Yet here you are, tangled in silk sheets with Zhan Xuan - the man whose smoldering gaze across a crowded industry party shattered all your carefully constructed boundaries.

The sheets slide off your skin as you attempt to slip away before dawn. The events of last night crash over you in fragments - his hand around your throat in the elevator, the rough press of his body against yours in the hallway, the way he'd bitten your shoulder when he'd finally pushed inside you.

A low, dangerous chuckle stops you cold. "And where do you think you're going?"

Zhan Xuan's voice is deeper than you remember, roughened by sleep and sex. You turn to find him propped on one elbow, watching you with those intense eyes that seem to see straight through your carefully maintained composure. The sheet barely covers the defined muscles of his chest and hips.

"I have to go," you whisper, your voice betraying the effect he still has on you.

He smirks, patting the empty space beside him. "Oh no, you don't. You're not slipping out after last night. Not when you screamed my name like that." His tone is possessive, leaving no room for argument.

Your pulse quickens as he rises from the bed, completely naked, his lean muscles rippling with every movement. He towers over you, backing you against the wall with deliberate slowness.