His tongue circled her nipple, sending tingles through her. She reached down to stroke her fingers through his thick hair. “I want to take you this time,” she told him.

He groaned and sat up. With a curious smile, he laid back against their blankets, his cock thick and hard. It stood at attention beneath the curly, black hairs. She shimmied the rest of the way out her clothes before she climbed atop his body. With tentative fingers, she explored his broad chest, grazing each of his perked nipples. Down her hands went, caressing the ripples of muscle across his abdomen. She grazed his pubic hairs. When her hands closed gently over his cock, he breathed out a laden sigh. She had never touched a man in this way. His erection was firm beneath velvet soft skin that slid when she shifted her hold. She thumbed the top of his length, learning the shape of the soft, moist head there and delighting in the way he flinched each time her skin brushed over the slit.

Never having been in control of anything in her life until she set the keys in his hands to escape, she looked upon Gunnar at that moment as true freedom, a freedom that she wanted to at least partially control.

Hessa edged closer to his cock and guided the tip to her entry. She closed her eyes, breathed out, and slowly forced him inside her body. His thickness filled her completely. She leaned back and down, enjoying the connection to another person, and the way in which he had yielded to her. His hands closed over her hips while she swayed. Their pace hastened to a frantic race. When her body tensed and she felt the cusp of the orgasm threatening to break through all her inhibitions, she bit her lip to keep from crying out, but this time ot was not to alert the guards, it was to keep their lovemaking a secret from the men in her lover’s employee. The road to Jondah would be long, but she didn’t think it would be long enough to sate her lust for her stolen warrior.

Anastasia Rabiyah writes erotic romance, paranormal erotic romance, and fantasy. She often crosses genres in order to follow her muses into the darkness where they seek out destiny in all its forms. She believes in fairies, demons, angels, magic, passion, chocolate, supportive friends, e-books and writing critique groups. Her deepest desire is to pursue her creative dreams and realize them. Every spare moment she devotes to writing for her haunting muses.

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