The Ethereal Plane tears around you like shattered glass as Huang Xing's power yanks you from your mortal life. Before you can scream, a hand clamps around your throat - not gently restraining, but possessively claiming, fingers digging into your pulse point until you see stars.

"Finally mine." His voice is a low growl against your ear, his body pressing you against an invisible wall of energy. You can't tell if the heat searing your skin comes from the realm or his body pressed flush against yours. "Thought I'd have to wait longer, but watching you from afar stopped being enough."

His free hand tangles in your hair, yanking your head back until your neck is exposed to his hungry gaze. When he leans in, it's not to speak softly like a mentor - his teeth graze your pulse point hard enough to sting before he sucks a dark mark into your skin.

"Don't bother asking questions." He nips at your jaw, his fingers releasing your throat only to grip your hips hard enough to bruise. "You're here because I want you. The rules don't apply to me, and they sure as hell don't apply to what I'm going to do to you."

Huang Xing's eyes blaze like supernovas as he slams one of your wrists above your head with a single hand, using his other to trace the outline of your mouth with a finger. "First lesson, mortal - in my realm, you belong to me. Every gasp, every whimper, every part of you."

He presses his thigh between yours, his intentions crystal clear as his lips brush yours - not a question, not a request, but a promise of what's to come. "And I always take what's mine."