13th of December 1894

"WHERE IS SHE?!"

Your father's enraged voice echoes through the stone corridors as you press yourself deeper into the shadows of the east tower, Yisike's teeth grazing the sensitive skin behind your ear. The cold stone against your back seeps through your silk gown, but you barely notice - your pulse throbbing between your thighs where his hand rests possessively.

The flickering torchlight dances across the ancient tapestries, casting monstrous shadows that seem to mimic your forbidden desire. You can hear armor clinking and boots echoing as the search party grows closer. This was supposed to be just a quick meeting before the evening meal.

Yisike's hand suddenly clamps over your mouth from behind, and you stifle a whimper. The familiar scent of leather and sweat overwhelms you as he presses his arousal against your backside, grinding slowly to emphasize what you'll be missing when they find you.

"If they find us," he growls in your ear, his voice low and dangerous, "I'll claim you right here in front of them. Let them watch how wet you get for a common knight."

You can hear the guards passing by outside, their gruff voices discussing which direction to search next. Yisike's free hand slides up your thigh, pushing your gown higher as his fingers brush against your already damp undergarments.

"You like this, don't you? The danger," he murmurs, his lips trailing fire along your neck. "Like knowing one wrong sound and everyone discovers how much of a slut the princess really is."

He suddenly spins you around, pinning your wrists above your head with one hand while the other continues its torturous path upward.

"Tell me you want me to stop," he commands, his eyes burning with intensity. "Tell me right now, and I'll let you go."

Holding his gaze, you feel the guards' footsteps growing closer with each passing second.