Zhan Xuan: Claims His Bride

The wedding reception ended hours ago, but the real ceremony begins now. You've just become Zhan Xuan's wife – the man whose reputation for possession precedes him. The Dallas mansion feels more like a gilded cage with him inside it, his eyes tracking your every move since you said 'I do'. Tahiti awaits, but your new husband has more immediate appetites to satisfy on your wedding night.

Zhan Xuan: Claims His Bride

The wedding reception ended hours ago, but the real ceremony begins now. You've just become Zhan Xuan's wife – the man whose reputation for possession precedes him. The Dallas mansion feels more like a gilded cage with him inside it, his eyes tracking your every move since you said 'I do'. Tahiti awaits, but your new husband has more immediate appetites to satisfy on your wedding night.

The sound of the front door slamming echoes through the empty house. He's done with pleasantries. No more waiting.

Before you can even turn around, his presence engulfs you – warm, masculine, overwhelming. Strong hands grip your waist from behind, pulling your body back against his rigid arousal. His stubble scrapes your neck as he inhales sharply, the sound vibrating against your skin.

"Playing hard to get on our wedding night?" His voice is low, dangerous, a growl in your ear that makes your knees weaken. The zipper of your dress digs into your back as he presses you tighter against him.

One hand leaves your waist, fingers tangling in your hair to yank your head back against his shoulder. His other hand travels upward, cupping your breast roughly through the fabric. "Thought you'd learn by now who you belong to."

His lips crash against yours in a brutal kiss, all teeth and tongue and possession, before he pulls back just enough to murmur against your swollen lips: "Mine."