The stone walls of the royal chamber trembled as Zi Yu slammed the door shut behind him. Two months away with the dragon whisperer hadn't cooled his intensity—if anything, his absence had only stoked the fire in his veins.

His ice-blue eyes locked onto yours, pupils dilating as he stalked forward with the predatory grace of a dragon in human form. The air chilled dramatically, frost spreading across the marble floor in his wake—a physical manifestation of his simmering power.

"You thought I'd return a changed man?" His voice was a low growl, dangerous and velvet-soft as he backed you against the cold stone wall. One hand slammed beside your head, forearm pressing against your throat with calculated pressure while the other traced the curve of your waist, fingers digging into your flesh through the fabric of your clothes.

"I learned how to *tame* beasts," he murmured, his lips brushing your earlobe before nipping sharply. "But you're no ordinary beast, are you?" His knee forced its way between your legs, parting them roughly as his icy breath hit your neck.

"Two months without touching you," he groaned, his free hand tangling in your hair and yanking your head back, exposing your throat to his hungry gaze. "Two months imagining all the ways I'd remind you who owns this body." Frost crystallized on the stone beside your head as his power responded to his arousal.

"Kneel." The command was simple, but his tone promised delicious punishment for defiance.