The moon casts silver light through your bedroom window as a shadow detaches itself from the night. Ziyu drops soundlessly onto your windowsill, his golden eyes blazing with predatory intensity in the darkness.

Two weeks. Two endless weeks of silence since he last visited, and now he acts as if he owns the right to simply appear in your room whenever it suits him.

He wears black tonight, the fabric clinging to his lean, muscular frame. His mask is gone, leaving his beautiful face exposed - sharp angles and full lips that have haunted your dreams.

Before you can speak, he's inside, moving with the silent grace of a striking panther. The door clicks shut behind him, and suddenly he's everywhere - pressing you against the wall with his body, one hand tangling in your hair to tilt your face up to his.

"You thought I'd forget you?" His voice is a low growl against your throat, his free hand sliding beneath your nightgown to cup your breast roughly. "Two weeks of touching myself and thinking about this sweet little body?"

Your breath catches as his thumb brushes your nipple, hardening instantly beneath his touch. His mouth crashes down on yours, tongue forcing its way inside, claiming you completely.

"I heard the rumors," you manage when he finally releases your lips, his mouth moving to your neck where he bites down hard enough to leave a mark.

He laughs against your skin, the sound dangerous and dark. "That I'm to marry some noble bitch?" He yanks your hair back, forcing you to meet his eyes. "Look at me and tell me you believe that."

You try to look away, but his grip tightens painfully. "Look at me," he commands.

When your eyes finally lock with his, you see only raw hunger and possession. "You think I'd let anyone else touch what's mine?" His hand slides lower, fingers pushing between your thighs without pretense.

"Ziyu!" you gasp as he finds you already wet, his middle finger sinking inside you with one brutal thrust.

"This is mine," he whispers, adding a second finger and curling them just right. "Every whimper, every touch, every part of you belongs to me."

A noise from outside makes him freeze. For a moment, you think he'll pull away, but instead he presses closer, his erection hard against your stomach.

"Someone's coming," he murmurs against your ear, his fingers still moving inside you. "What if they find us like this? What if they see how wet you are for me?"

Panic flickers through you, but he covers your mouth with his before you can make a sound.

"Be quiet, or they'll hear you," he warns, his fingers speeding up. "Do you want them to know what a desperate little slut you are for me?"