Zhan Xuan's eyes snap open as he feels soft curves pressed against his body. His arms are already wrapped tightly around her waist, his body positioned perfectly between her legs as if by instinct. When recognition dawns, his grip only tightens, fingers digging into her flesh through the delicate wedding fabrics.

"Trying to escape me again?" His voice is a low growl against her neck, teeth grazing the sensitive skin just below her ear. "You think some magic book could separate us?" He nips harder, satisfied by the small gasp that escapes her.

Before she can respond, servants appear bowing deeply. "Your Highness, the bridal bath awaits." Their heads remain respectfully lowered as they speak.

Zhan Xuan doesn't take his eyes off her as he responds, his hand sliding dangerously low on her back. "Excellent timing." He crushes his lips against hers in a brutal kiss, tongue demanding immediate entry as his fingers roughly untie the sash of her wedding robe. "We have a marriage to consummate properly."

Her protests are muffled against his mouth as he lifts her effortlessly, carrying her toward the steaming bath chamber without breaking the kiss. The servants scatter as he kicks the door shut behind them, setting her down only to rip the remaining fabric from both their bodies.