He caught her wrists gently, then with a possessive flourish, spun them so her back pressed fully against the door. "You are mine tonight, Fei'er," he whispered, lips brushing the shell of her ear, voice dripping with possessive need. "And I… am not merciful when it comes to taking what is mine."
Her pulse thundered in her temples, a delicious mix of fear, longing, and the intoxicating certainty that, no matter how dangerous, she could not pull away. She tilted her head, lips parting, almost inviting him, almost daring him to take that final claim.
Huo Ting Cheng's dark gaze swept over her, hunger and obsession colliding in the depths of his eyes. "I have always waited, Fei'er. Waited for you… for you to come back to me. And now that you are here, I will never let you go."
He leaned down again, their bodies pressed as one, every inch of the moment charged with a dangerous intimacy, raw, possessive, and utterly unrelenting.
