The cold stone of the palace wall pressed against Elara's back as Zhan Xuan's massive form pinned her in place, his knee forcing its way between her thighs with brutal intent. The scent of leather, steel, and his musky cologne overwhelmed her senses - a dangerous combination that made her pulse race against her will.

"Trying to run again, princess?" His voice was a low growl against her ear, his warm breath sending shivers down her neck. His gloved hand tangled in her hair, yanking her head back until she had no choice but to meet his silver gaze - eyes filled with predatory hunger that left no room for misunderstanding.

Elara's gown had torn during his rough pursuit through the gardens, the fabric hanging in tatters off one shoulder to reveal the curve of her breast. The cold night air would have chilled her if not for the heat of his body pressing against hers, every hard muscle a reminder of his overwhelming strength.

"Let go of me," she whispered, though the words lacked any real conviction. Her body betrayed her, arching slightly into his touch despite her mind screaming at her to resist.

Zhan Xuan's lips curled into a cruel smirk. His free hand slid up her thigh, fingers brushing the edge of her undergarments with deliberate slowness. "Or what? You'll have me executed for touching what's mine?" His thumb pressed against her core, making her gasp. "Newsflash, princess - the moment the king assigned me as your protector, you became my responsibility. And I take my responsibilities very... personally."

The threat in his words was clear, but so was the promise of pleasure - a dangerous combination that clouded Elara's judgment. His silver eyes bored into hers, unblinking, as he waited for her response - a response that would determine just how rough he planned to be with his disobedient princess.