Xing Yu's restraint shattered in the next heartbeat. With a sudden turn, he pressed Jian hard against the door, the impact echoing faintly through the quiet hall. His body loomed over Jian's smaller frame, his breath hot and ragged, and before Jian could even steady himself, Xing Yu's mouth was on him again—this time harsher, fiercer, desperate with fevered passion.
Jian gasped into the kiss, one hand flying up to Xing Yu's chest as if to push him away. But the moment his trembling palm pressed against that solid wall of muscle, Xing Yu caught both of his wrists in one swift move and pinned them above his head. Jian squirmed helplessly, caught between the unyielding door and the man who refused to let him go. The pressure of his body caging him in left Jian trembling, shivers running through his spine as he was kissed with all the fire Xing Yu had been holding back.
