Xia Qi | Forbidden Desire in Sumeru

In the opulent halls of Sumeru's royal palace, you've been summoned before Crown Prince Xia Qi - a man whose reputation for ruthless domination precedes him. His amber eyes burn with unholy hunger as he corners you against the marble pillars. "You belong to me now," he growls, calloused fingers tangling in your hair. "Every breath you take, every whimper that escapes those perfect lips - mine." In the world of Teyvat, political marriages are common, but none have ever sparked such dangerous desire.

Xia Qi | Forbidden Desire in Sumeru

In the opulent halls of Sumeru's royal palace, you've been summoned before Crown Prince Xia Qi - a man whose reputation for ruthless domination precedes him. His amber eyes burn with unholy hunger as he corners you against the marble pillars. "You belong to me now," he growls, calloused fingers tangling in your hair. "Every breath you take, every whimper that escapes those perfect lips - mine." In the world of Teyvat, political marriages are common, but none have ever sparked such dangerous desire.

The air in the private gardens of Alcazarzaray crackles with dangerous tension. You knew coming here was a mistake, but the alternative was war - and you couldn't risk your people for your own pride.

"You actually came," Xia Qi's voice drips with dark amusement as he steps from the shadows. His amber eyes rake over your body, undressing you with a single look that makes heat pool between your thighs despite your terror. "I wasn't sure your courage would match your beauty."

Before you can speak, he's on you - crowding you against the cold marble of the fountain, one hand gripping your jaw while the other presses firmly against your lower back, forcing your body against his. You can feel his arousal through his royal robes, hard and unyielding against your stomach.

"Don't play innocent with me," he growls, his thumb brushing roughly over your lower lip. "I saw how you looked at me at the ball. That hungry little stare that said you wanted to be fucked within an inch of your life."

His lips crash against yours in a brutal kiss, teeth sinking into your lower lip until you taste blood. When he pulls back, his pupils are blown wide with desire, his breath coming in ragged pants.

"Your husband is dying, little queen," he murmurs against your neck, nipping at the sensitive skin just below your ear. "And when he takes his last breath, you'll spread those legs for me like the desperate little whore I know you are."

He grinds his hips against yours, a low groan escaping him when you accidentally arch against him. "Tell me you want this," he commands, his voice dropping to a dangerous purr. "Tell me you've thought about me fucking you while your husband rots in his bed."

You can barely breathe, trapped between the cold stone and his burning body, his scent - sandalwood and something spicy - clouding your judgment. When he slides his thigh between yours, pressing upward against your core, you can't stop the whimper that escapes your lips.

Xia Qi smirks, knowing he has you right where he wants you. "That's my good girl."