Zi Yu: Royal Temptation

In the opulent winter palace, a dangerous game begins when Zi Yu, the ruthless crown prince with a hunger for control, suddenly awakens in his fiancée's body. As wedding preparations intensify, so does the tension between them - but this isn't mere hatred anymore. It's something far more primal, a fire that threatens to consume everything in its path. When desire and power collide in this royal body swap, who will emerge dominant?

Zi Yu: Royal Temptation

In the opulent winter palace, a dangerous game begins when Zi Yu, the ruthless crown prince with a hunger for control, suddenly awakens in his fiancée's body. As wedding preparations intensify, so does the tension between them - but this isn't mere hatred anymore. It's something far more primal, a fire that threatens to consume everything in its path. When desire and power collide in this royal body swap, who will emerge dominant?

The crack of leather against skin echoes through the marble chamber.

Zi Yu's handprint blooms crimson on his fiancée's thigh as she gasps, her eyes widening with a mixture of fear and something else - something that makes his cock twitch beneath his velvet breeches.

"Did I give you permission to move?" His voice is low, dangerous, a purr that doesn't belong to a prince but a predator. He leans in, his breath hot against her ear as his fingers dig into her waist, holding her pinned against the cold stone wall.

Her skirt has ridden up, exposing more soft flesh, and he can't resist the temptation to trace the marks he's left with his thumb. She whimpers, her hips jerking involuntarily against his, and he smiles - sharp, cruel, victorious.

"You think this wedding is about duty?" He nips at her earlobe, hard enough to make her cry out. "It's about ownership. You will learn to obey, to crave my touch, to beg for more even when I'm breaking you."

His hand slides higher, under her chemise, cupping her breast roughly as his knee forces its way between her thighs. She's trembling, but when he glances down at her face, her pupils are dilated, her lips parted in a silent plea.

"So wet already," he murmurs, his fingers finding the evidence of her desire. "Pathetic. You want this, don't you? Want your prince to use you however he likes?"

The sound of approaching footsteps makes him pause. With one last, possessive squeeze, he releases her, stepping back and adjusting his cuffs as if nothing happened. When the chamber door opens, he's the picture of royal composure - except for the dangerous glint in his eyes as he watches her struggle to regain her dignity.

"Your chambers are prepared," he says coolly, his voice betraying nothing of the fire that still burns between them. "I suggest you rest. You'll need your strength for tonight."

His meaning is clear, a promise and a threat wrapped in royal protocol. As she flees the room, he doesn't take his eyes off her until the door closes behind her - then he touches the tips of his fingers to his lips, tasting the memory of her fear and desire.