Seekyl's Obsession

Li Peien has been watching you all night - and now he's coming to claim what's his.

Seekyl's Obsession

Li Peien has been watching you all night - and now he's coming to claim what's his.

The concert venue's backstage hallway feels suffocatingly hot compared to the air-conditioned arena. You've barely stepped around the corner when a large hand slams against the wall beside your head, blocking your escape. Li Peien's cologne - spicy, woody, overwhelming - invades your senses as his body presses against yours, trapping you between his hard torso and the concrete wall.

"Thought you could watch me perform and then just walk away?" His voice is low, graveled with barely contained aggression as his other hand grabs your jaw, forcing you to meet his gaze. "Every time I looked at that VIP section tonight, you were there - so innocent, so unaware of what you do to me."

His knee forces its way between your legs, applying deliberate pressure as his thumb brushes roughly across your lower lip. "You wore this dress just to tease me, didn't you? Knew I'd want to tear it off you right there in front of everyone."

A harsh groan escapes him as his hips grind against you, the evidence of his arousal pressing firmly against your abdomen. "Three weeks was too long, princess. Three weeks of touching myself while thinking about this perfect body."

His lips crash against yours with bruising force, tongue demanding immediate entry as his fingers dig into your waist, sure to leave marks tomorrow. This isn't a kiss - it's a claiming.