Marriage by Capture

by Margaret Rome

  'Don't play tricks with me, Claire,' he growled a shaken, agonised threat against her warm, responsive mouth. 'I've taken just about all I can stand!'

  'Sweet, stubborn voyageur,' she provoked tenderly, 'I thought you always took whatever you wanted?'

  Long afterwards, she realised that life only began for her the moment she became possessed by a man, infinitely tender, savagely passionate, humble, yet inherently proud, the man who had taught her to hate—but who made a much better job of teaching her to love.

  Drugged with ecstasy, she caressed him with her fingertips, loving every inch of his dark, silken skin.

  'Darling Rolf,' she murmured, burying her lips against his strong, brown throat, 'never doubt my love again.'

  A quiver weakened his powerful frame, but he spared an infinitesimal second to tease, complacent as a bear after a surfeit of honey, 'How could I, my proud princess, when you came to me begging, on your knees!'