I could hear heartbeat racing as if it felt like it might burst out of my ribs.
She lifted her trembling gaze to meet mine, her face completely red. "What are you saying, husband?"
I didn't bother answering with words. Instead, I snapped my fingers.
The office vanished.
The desk, the chairs, the formal trappings of imperial authority—all of it dissolved like morning mist, replaced by the familiar opulence of our private chambers.
Rich red velvet covered the massive bed, and the air carried that distinctive scent of sandalwood and lust.
Leaning back against the silk pillows, I watched as Mei remained straddling my lap, looking around in wonder at the sudden transformation.
"Husband," she began, but I cut her off with a gentle gesture.
My hands were already on Mei's hips, fingers digging into the soft, yielding flesh beneath her robes.
