Taming of Mei Lin by Jeannie Lin Read Free Book Online

and pulled her onto his lap. “Stop fighting me, Mei Lin.”
    She settled onto him, all protest gone. His thighs were hard beneath her. Another part of him grew even harder as she circled her hips. It was wonderful being able to watch him like this, close enough to see every muscle along his jaw clench with desire.
    His mouth found hers. His hands slipped inside her tunic and pushed the cloth aside.
    “I must get you to a proper bed.” His skilled touch smoothed over her shoulders and the soft skin of her breasts. “Someday,” he amended, breathing hard.
    He wrapped his arms tight around her to pull her nipple to his mouth. His tongue licked over her, slightly rough on her skin. She gasped and her body grew damp. He switched to the other one and soon she was writhing and clinging to him, no longer caring where they were. Only that they were together.
    He lifted her momentarily and his clever hands worked between them, pushing their clothes aside. She undid his shirt and ran her hands greedily over the packed muscle of his chest. One day she would get to see him, every powerful inch of him. She couldn’t wait.
    “This morning, you came back on your own didn’t you?”
    “Of course. I bested you in that swordfight.”
    “There’s something I should tell you about that.”
    “Hmm?” Shen Leung took hold of her hips and eased her down onto him in a single smooth, powerful glide. He thrust upward and her vision blurred.
    “I’ll—” Her body tightened around him as he moved inside her. “I’ll tell you later.”
    “Those were the terms, were they not?” He was watching her with such intensity, possessing her with each loving stroke. For the first time, he looked smug. “You belong to me, Mei Lin.”
    His voice sounded far away as the pleasure built between them.
    “Yes,” she sighed happily. “Completely yours.”
    She arched her neck back and hid her smile.
     
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    758 AD China—Tang Dynasty
    The palanquin dipped sharply and Ai Li had to brace her hands against the sides to stay upright. Amidst the startled cries of her attendants, the enclosure lurched again before crashing to the ground with the splintering crack of wood. She gasped as the elaborate headdress toppled from her lap and she was thrown from her seat. A tight knot formed in her stomach, and she fought to stay calm.
    What she heard next was unmistakable. The clash of metal upon metal just beyond the curtain that covered the wedding sedan. Sword-strike, a sound she woke up to every morning. With her heart pounding, she struggled to free herself from the tangle of red silk about her ankles. This skirt, the entire dress, was so heavy, laden with jewels and a hundred li of embroidery thread.
    She fumbled behind the padded cushions of her seat, searching frantically for her swords. She had put them there herself, needing some reminder of home, the way another girl might find comfort in her childhood doll.
    Her hand finally closed around the hilt. She tightened her grip to stop from shaking. From outside, the sounds of fighting grew closer. She ignored the inner voice that told her this was madness and pulled the swords free. The short blades barely fit in the cramped space. She had no time for doubt, not when so much was at risk. With the tip of one sword, she pushed the curtain aside.
    A stream of sunlight blinded her momentarily. The servants scattered like a flock of cranes around her, all posts abandoned. Squinting, she focused on the hulking figure that blocked the entrance and raised her blades in defence.
    A familiar voice cried out then, ‘Gngzh!’
    Old Wu, the elder lieutenant, rushed to her while she faced the stranger. Her armed escort struggled against a band of attackers. In the confusion, she couldn’t tell who was who.
    Wu pulled her behind the cover of the palanquin. The