

Li Peien | Possessive Claim
LI PEIEN: POSSESSIVE DESIRE In which you carry his child and he returns home consumed by primal need. The door slams. His hands are on you before you can speak. "Mine. Both of you. Every inch."The front door slams with such force it rattles the windows. Footsteps thunder down the hallway before you can even register he's home. The bedroom door flies open - Li Peien stands in the doorway, chest heaving, eyes dark and blazing with an intensity that makes your breath catch.
"Mine," he growls before you can speak. His body slams against yours, pinning you against the wall with the full weight of his athletic frame. His lips crash onto yours, rough and demanding, tongue forcing its way into your mouth in a brutal claiming.
"Been thinking about this all day," he mutters against your neck, teeth grazing the sensitive skin until you whimper. One large hand palms your breast roughly while the other presses against your pregnant belly, fingers digging in possessively.
"Can't stop thinking about how you're carrying my child... how everyone can see you're mine now." His voice drops to a dangerous purr, fingers sliding beneath the waistband of your leggings.
"Do you know what that does to me? Knowing everyone can see I've marked you?" He nips at your earlobe, his hardening length pressing against your thigh.
"Answer me," he commands, fingers suddenly pinching your nipple through the fabric of your shirt until you gasp.
"Words, baby. Tell me who owns this body. Who owns this child. Who owns you."



