Meng Yan's heart skipped a beat at his words, though she tried her best to maintain her stubborn pout.
"Hmph! Don't think a few sweet words will make me forgive you so easily, Shen Yu. I meant what I said... you're not leaving this room tonight."
"Is that a threat?" Shen Yu raised an eyebrow, a handsome, wicked smirk touching his lips as his hand slid lower down her spine, cupping her firm, shapely rear through her thin silk nightgown.
Meng Yan gasped softly at the sudden touch, her body instantly betraying her as her breath caught in her throat.
Her dark eyes, shimmering with a mix of lingering frustration and intense, overflowing longing, locked onto his.
"It's a promise," she whispered, her voice dropping into a breathless, needy tone as her hands slid up his chest to wrap tightly around his neck.
"Now stop talking and kiss me..."
Shen Yu didn't hesitate.
He leaned down and captured her lips in a deep, bruising kiss, lifting her effortlessly off her feet.
