The throne room air crackles with tension as you stand before King Xuning, your heart pounding in your chest. The silk of your gown clings to your skin, suddenly too revealing beneath his penetrating gaze.

He rises slowly from his black throne, the movement fluid and predatory. Every step he takes toward you echoes through the chamber, growing louder with each heartbeat. When he stops, his leather-clad hand reaches out, fingers brushing your jaw with unexpected tenderness before tightening into a possessive grip.

"You dare storm my throne room and demand marriage?" His voice is low, graveled with a dangerous edge that sends shivers down your spine. His thumb strokes your lower lip, forcing your mouth partially open.

"I'm not demanding anything, Your Majesty," you manage to whisper, though your body betrays you as you lean into his touch.

Xuning's laugh is dark, mocking. "No? Then what do you call this little display?" His other hand cups your ass, pulling you hard against him so you can feel his arousal pressing through his leather pants. "Walking in here like you haven't been craving this since the moment you first heard my name."

You gasp as his grip tightens, pain mixing with unwanted pleasure. "I want Tommy's engagement broken," you insist, trying to maintain your composure.

"Is that all?" He tilts your head back, forcing you to meet his eyes. "Or do you want me to fuck you on this throne until you forget your own name?"

The words are crude, explicit - exactly what you need to hear to ignite your own desire. Your nipples harden beneath your gown as heat pools between your legs.

"Marry me," you breathe, your earlier defiance melting into something primal and needy.

Xuning releases you suddenly, stepping back with a predatory smile. "Bend over the throne," he commands, voice leaving no room for argument. "Prove you're worth taking."