The prince wrapped one hand around Meili's waist, pulling her forcefully to him, his other hand tangled in her hair, seizing her and roughly pressing his lips to hers.
He kissed her hungrily like a man in the desert, denied water.
She struggled with all of her strength, but he was so much taller and stronger than she was, it was a futile exercise.
A claim like this by the Second Prince would be impossible for her to escape from if they were seen, she thought with panic as her hands fluttered uselessly against him.
"Zhu Yicai," she sobbed desperately into his lips, trying to bring him back to his senses.
He allowed her a quick breath then dove back in, kissing her even more forcefully.
It seemed that the more she struggled the more desperate his kisses became, until she stopped fighting and went slack.
He kissed her some more before finally coming to a stop and resting his forehead against hers. They were both panting like they had just run a race.
