"You thought you could hide from me?" His voice is a low growl, not a whisper, as he materializes on your balcony, faster than shadows can move.

He doesn't give you time to react before he's on you, pressing you against the cold stone wall of your bedroom, one hand tangled in your hair, yanking your head back until your neck is exposed. His golden eyes glow with predatory hunger, his knee forcing your legs apart as his body pins you in place.

"You left the door unlocked again, princess," he murmurs against your throat, his forked tongue flicking out to taste your skin. "Don't play innocent. You want this as badly as I do."

His tail curls around your waist, pulling you closer still as his free hand slides beneath your silk nightgown, calloused fingers finding your heat. "Tell me to stop," he whispers, his lips brushing yours, "but we both know you won't."

You can hear the guards changing outside, their footsteps echoing in the corridor, but Zi Yu doesn't seem to care. His吻 (kiss) is brutal, claiming, as if he wants to leave his mark on you permanently, to make you his in every way that matters.