Held for Ransom received a Top Pick over at The Romance Reviews and has hit the Top 100 for historical romance on Amazon. Here’s a little sexual tension for you on this fine day…
“Take off your mask.”
“No,” he refused, lifting the lower edges off the wound, though it covered half his vision. “And you are in no position to give orders, highness.”
She stabbed him with the needle. He grit his teeth to prevent from flinching. “Do you not think it is odd you still call me ‘highness’?”
“No. Your station deserves my respect, even if you have relinquished your rights to it.”
It was a painful place to be stitched, the flesh too thin beneath his eye to absorb the stab of the dull needle and the tug of the rough thread through his skin. He sweat, holding still so she could do her work. As she moved to the outer edge of the gash, she swung her leg over his thigh, straddling it to get closer.
He closed his eyes, thinking how close her bare sex stood to his cock. Just a hand’s span away. What he would not give to take hold of her bottom with both hands, gripping her sore flesh, making her remember how he mastered her. What sort of man would a woman like her choose to mate with? One of the druids, pale and thin from their long meditations? Or one of her brother’s knights?
Certainly not a rogue mercenary like him. Not a half-Saxon warrior who had known nothing but battle since the time he was ten. She leaned forward, offering a view down the front of her shift, her pale breasts firm and perfect like the rest of her.
He had never wanted a woman more. Nor had he ever been denied a woman when he desired her. The frustration energized him with a virile power, recalling one of the lessons during his initiation, in which the boys were instructed to repeatedly bring themselves to arousal without spending for several days before their testing, lending them stamina and energy. It had made their reward all the sweeter, though he was certain all the initiates climaxed moments after they entered their maid, as he had.
She leaned to his left and lost her footing, sitting on his thigh. Before she had a chance to stand, before he had a chance to think, he wrapped his arm around her hips and pulled her pelvis against his, feeling the heat and the moisture of her bare sex on his hose.
She froze, drawing in her breath, her face so close he could kiss her.
Spanking Stories by Renee Rose
The intimacy shared with her kidnapper leaves Ariana wounded by the experience and his reappearance at the annual tournament only deepens her pain. When her brother foists him on her as a guardian and slave she must come to terms with her feelings for the dominant warrior. Will she send him away to his death, or will she realize her pain is only caused by living without him?
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