A very warm welcome to my blog, and to Week 184 of My Sexy Saturday, the blog hop where erotic authors share seven scorching words, sentences or paragraphs to spread a little love at the weekend.
Our theme this week is My Sexy Stud, so I’m sharing a snippet from my newest release. Her Rogue Viking is the story of Fiona, and her sexy Viking stud, Ulfric.
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Here’s the blurb…
Though Fiona puts up a brave fight when her village is raided by Vikings, she ends up being carried off over the broad shoulders of Ulfric Freysson, the leader of the Norsemen. The stern, ruggedly handsome warrior quickly makes it clear that she belongs to him now, and her best efforts to escape merely earn Fiona a painful, humiliating switching on her bare bottom.
Her captor’s bold dominance sets Fiona’s passion ablaze, and when he brings her to his bed she cannot help begging for him to claim her completely. As Ulfric begins training her to please him in any way he demands, Fiona finds herself falling in love with her new master, but she soon realizes that there are those among his people who still see her as an enemy. When her life is threatened by a member of his own family, will he stand ready to protect her no matter the cost?
Here’s the snippet…
She made as though to clamp her thighs together as he slid his fingers around and started to explore the deep crevice between her buttocks.
“No. You will remain open, spread for me.”
“Wider, little Celt.” He tapped her inner thigh, urging her to offer him better access.
“But, your men… They will know, and—”
“I doubt they will be shocked so please do not trouble yourself on that account. In any case, they have their own tasks to attend to. We are, to all intents and purposes, quite alone.”
It was clear that she did not believe him since the little wench lifted her head to gaze about her, then she dropped her chin again to rest on his chest. He found he did not entirely care for her air of dejection and defeat, but he supposed it was to be expected. She was powerless, clearly reluctant, but too afraid to resist his demands.
Perhaps it is too soon?
No. He was her master, she his slave. He would have his way.
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