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bare chest had plagued her through the night.
    He brushed her hands aside and for a moment she was confused. But only for a moment. His mouth descended to close over her breast and suddenly her body was no longer her own. It arched into him, a wild, wanton creature. A strangled cry escaped her lips. She wanted more.
    He gave her more. His tongue slid over her nipple and she writhed in his arms. He did it again, rougher this time, his teeth scraping lightly over the sensitive bud. No longer careful, almost cruel. She sobbed and held onto him while he parted her legs. There was no time to even remove all of their clothing. The wickedness of it took her breath away.
    He entered her, flesh to flesh easing deep and invoking a confusing tumble of emotion. Surrender and possession. There was an exquisite pain as he filled her, a focusing of all sensation at the point where their bodies joined. And she was surprised to discover she loved all of it; the sensation of being stretched beyond bearing, even the slight hitch of pain. She cried out as he entered her completely. Her legs wrapped around him and she buried her face against his throat. His pulse thrummed against her lips, calling to her.
    He groaned her name and she bit his neck. She’d learned that from him. She learned a lot of other things, too. When she lifted her hips he held her tighter. His fingers pressed into the small of her back and his movements became more jagged and uncontrolled.
    The pleasure-pain reached a crest and her entire body tightened. Her vision blurred. Everything vanished. Even Shen Leung, except for the unrelenting swell of him within her and the solid muscle of his shoulders where she clung to him.
    When she opened her eyes again he was watching her. He cradled her, lifting her away from the ground while he rocked into her, watching her face with each thrust.
    It didn’t take long. His body tightened and he crushed his mouth over hers. It wasn’t a kiss anymore. The caress was raw and desperate. He ground against her lips as he pushed himself deep. Then he held her tight while he shuddered over her, groaning with his release as the skies opened.
    The stillness afterward went on for a long time.
    A long time.
    Honor was everything to Shen Leung according to the tales they told. Would he marry her now? Was it even possible between a wandering swordsman working for the imperial court and a nameless girl in a nothing town? She blinked up at him, waiting.
    He stroked her hair, letting the strands fall through his fingers. “You’re so beautiful,” he said finally, and she held her breath. He would tell her now. He had to.
    “That dog Zhou and I are going to have a conversation,” he said instead. “Today.”

Chapter 5
    Shen Leung took her back to the edge of town. His hand remained cradled around her the entire time, but then he left her.
    “Zhou will never harm you again,” he vowed.
    But that wasn’t the vow she was waiting for. He had to realize that. She wanted to know what it was between them, whether he thought of her with each breath, the way she did with him.
    She halted when she reached the noodle stand. The tables had been upended, the bowls and dishes smashed. Uncle shuffled among the ruins and Auntie dragged her broom silently through the fragments.
    “This was all because of you.” Uncle’s voice shook. “So disobedient! And ungrateful! Zhou made a good offer, better than you will ever have.”
    Uncle went on and all she could do was stand with her eyes cast downward as he berated her. Auntie went on sweeping and said nothing.
    “Now you’ve angered him. See all this?”
    “Yes, Uncle.”
    It would have been disrespectful not to answer. Uncle and Auntie had fed and provided for her since her parents had died. They weren’t kind, but they were far from cruel.
    “What are we going to do now?” he ranted.
    “I’ll take care of this, Uncle.”
    “You’ll do nothing!”
    The broken benches reminded her more than ever that