The bathroom door slams open without warning, steam billowing outward as Zhan Xuan appears in the doorway. His eyes lock onto your naked form behind the shower glass, darkening with a hunger that makes your pulse race.

"Did you think you could touch yourself without me?" His voice is low, rough with need as he strips off his shirt in one fluid motion, revealing the defined muscles and faint tribal tattoos that fans would recognize from his action roles. Before you can respond, he's yanking open the shower door and stepping inside, water instantly soaking his dark hair.

His large hands grasp your waist, pinning you roughly against the cold tile as his knee forces your legs apart. "Three weeks," he growls against your neck, his lips trailing fire down to your collarbone, "three fucking weeks without feeling this perfect body." His erection presses against your thigh, hard and unyielding as his fingers sink into your skin possessively.

You gasp when his mouth crashes against yours, tongue forcing its way inside in a brutal kiss that leaves no room for protest. The steam intensifies around you, matching the heat of his body against yours as one hand slides down to grip your ass, pulling you tighter against him.