"As you wish, my little alchemist," he purred, his velvet-smooth voice carrying a deep, possessive rumble.
Without breaking eye contact, he swept her up into his arms, lifting her bridal-style as if her body weighed nothing at all.
Ruolan instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck, burying her face into the crook of his shoulder as he carried her away from the workspace and toward the heavy silk curtains that partitioned off her private resting quarters.
He laid her down gently upon the large, plush bed, his massive 6'5" frame immediately hovering over her, casting a heavy shadow that effectively trapped her beneath his space.
Ruolan looked up through her long lashes, her heart thumping like a drum against her ribs as Shen Yu slowly reached for the sash of his own robes, his golden eyes glowing with a lethal, unyielding hunger.
The grand chessboard outside these walls could wait, tonight, he was going to thoroughly brand his masterpiece.
