Captured--A Sexy Medieval Fantasy Interracial BWWM Romance Novelette from Steam Books
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Her legs were braced around his knees now, and his eyes roamed over her body before he answered. “This way, the King will have doubts in his mind when he comes at us again. He’ll be afraid.”
“Us?” she asked.
She liked the way that he looked at her. It was right, like how a man should look at a woman who intends to use him until she is satisfied. But he was not part of her people. He was still a foreigner.
“Yes, us. I want to stay here with the Ba’nar. With…you. If you’ll have me.”
She placed her hands on his shoulders and pushed him, hard, back onto the mattress. Straddling his waist, her skirt climbing up the curves of her hips, she let her eyes smolder. “I will have you. I will have you all night. Again. And again.”
Her hands felt over the cords of his muscles, down his chest, down his abdomen, to the bulge of his cock. Oh, yes. She would have that. Every way she wanted.
He moaned softly as her fingers outlined his swollen shaft. Then he raised his hands again. “Wouldn’t this be easier with my hands untied?”
“I told you before, soldier man,” she said in a husky whisper as her mouth started to kiss a circle around his right nipple, “that I will release you only when I say. I have not yet said so.”
“My name isn’t soldier man.”
“I know.”
Her hands pulled at the waistline of his pants until they were out of the way and he could spring up tall and ready under her skirt.
He tried to find a good place to put his bound hands, finally settling on raising them up over his head. “Um, when do you think it will please you to release me?”
She shook her head and licked at the little pink nub of his nipple now. Foreigners were so stupid.
“I will keep you,” she said to him. “I won’t ever let you go.”
About Annette Archer
Annette Archer's humble beginnings working retail brought her two things: a strong work ethic and an insatiable desire for escapism. Utilizing these traits as well as her degree in English and her natural power of the pen, Annette Archer has emerged as an exciting voice in the realm of romance fiction.
Annette has published independently as well as teamed with publishers such as Steam Books Erotica & Romance. Her "Penny's Choice" series has earned her the attention of romance and fantasy readers alike.
And more from Annette Archer:
THE DRAGON PRINCE (Part of 'The Far Realm Chronicles' world)
Estogan is a dashing but disgraced prince, trying to win back whatever respect he had from his father and kingdom by accomplishing the impossible: stealing dragon eggs from their nest. Along the way, he and his two cohorts encounter Temani, a mysterious woman warrior, and they can't tell if she means them harm or help, but what Estogan does know is the passion she inspires in his heart, and his loins...
ALEXIS AND THE ROBIN HOOD
Living a life of a con man and thief, Jack gets a tip for a job that at first he believes is a front for black market work at a lingerie store. He's surprised, however, when the lingerie sales job turns out to be legit and his manager and co-worker believe this strapping and well-dressed white boy to be gay. Not wanting to reveal his original criminal intent and past, Jack goes along with the ruse... but can he keep it up as he increasingly falls for Alexis, his beautiful ebony co-worker?
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INTERRACIAL LOVE STORIES compilation,
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Intersect. Interchange. Interplay. INTERRACIAL LOVE STORIES consists of three amazingly sensual and sexy short stories from three masters of the form: Sandra Sinclair, Marcus Williams, and Shanika Patrice. You will feel the heat between black women and white men in this lovely collection.
This bundle includes (stories also available separately):
PICTURE PERFECT PASSION by Sandra Sinclair.
When Lance first met Denisha at a bar, he already knew she was extraordinary, her sparkling wit and her gorgeous looks holding him captive. She managed to get away from him, though, and just when he thought they would never meet again, he sees her again in front of his camera as one of the models he’s supposed to take a picture of, and this time, he fully intends to capture her not just with his lens, but with his arms, and never let her go.
PROVE YOUR LOVE TO ME by Marcus Williams.
Nickie and Mark are what some would call star-crossed lovers, people who have always and will always be in each other’s lives. Childhood friends once separated by great distance, they both reunite in college at Yale, and they endeavor to start a future together. However, something seems to be stirring with Mark and Nickie begins to get suspicious…
LOGGING IN AND OUT OF LOVE by Shanika Patrice.
Finding it hard for an African-American woman to find love in Grand Rapids, Sharon tries her hand at online dating. Not finding a lot of luck there, either, a friend of hers persuades her to open her horizons and see what the white men of Michigan have to offer her, and Sharon finds out when Joe contacts her online. What type of relationship awaits Sharon and Joe?
WARNING: This 12,118-word compilation is a steamy read that features passionate lovemaking, explicit scenes of sexuality and might be too much for timid readers!
BONUS
Please enjoy a tease from another tale from 'The Far Realm Chronicles' world,
CRYSTAL ELVES
by Annette Archer
She didn’t remember falling asleep. She only knew she was curled up on top of the thick goose-down comforter when the knock came at her door.
Rubbing bleary eyes she stretched, feeling every muscle in her body tremble. “Coming,” she called out to whoever was at her door.
She smoothed her skirts down as she stood up from the bed, briefly wishing she hadn’t tried to show quite so much of her skin off for Tolan because now, inside the sheltering stone walls of the castle, she was chilled.
Tolan.
The door opened silently and she was sure he could hear her breath catch in her throat as she found Tolan standing there. He was holding his side with one arm and his smile was tight.
“May I come in, Princess?”
“Are you hurt?” she blurted. Stupid, was her next thought. The man was right there at her door asking to come in and the best she could do was ask him if he was hurt.
“Not hurt,” he explained. “Just sore. It’s impossible to have a horse drop on you without getting a little bruised.”
“Oh.” She bit her lip and tried to recover from her nervousness. “Yes, please, come in. I wasn’t expecting you.”
He stepped inside and closed the door behind him. His scent came to her, earthy and spiced.
Her heart skipped.
Praying that he hadn’t noticed her involuntary gasp, she went to her bed and sat down, carefully arranging her skirts.
“Did you need something, Tolan? Did the King send for me?”
He shook his head. “I only wanted to see if you needed anything. I could tell how upset you were.”
She nodded, her hands rubbing up and down her arms. “You always could tell what I was thinking, couldn’t you?”
“Ever since you were a child.” He smiled when he said it.
Melodielle stared hard at him for a moment, deciding on her next words. “Is that how you see me? As a child?”
He scratched behind one ear, his eyes averted. “You are a child no longer, my lady. I haven’t thought of you that way in years. You are old enough to choose to be who you want to be.”
His carefully worded answer made her roll her eyes and throw herself backward onto the mattress. “But not choose who to marry! Oh, Tolan, I simply cannot stand that Estogan. He is…he is…”
“Pompous?” he suggested.
“Yes! That!” She sat up again in a rush, her hands animated. “And short! Did you see how he only came up to the top of my head? Honestly. He’ll be dead before I’m your
age, for the love of the Maker, and he’ll expect me to trail along behind him in my prettiest clothes and jewels and be his little trophy wife and it won’t be hard to be prettier than him because he’s nowhere near as good looking as you and—”
She squeaked to a stop, realizing what she had just said. She closed her eyes tightly. If she couldn’t see his reaction, they could pretend it didn’t happen. Couldn’t they?
She kept her eyes closed, waiting, breathing, hoping the moment would pass.
Instead, she felt his lips touch hers gently, a caress that was both inquisitive and tender.
When she looked up at him, he was leaning in very close, bent over at his waist, his eyes a little wider than usual, his breath a little quicker. “I don’t see you as a child,” he whispered. “I have wanted you to know that for years now.”
“Why…” She had to swallow against a suddenly dry throat. “Why didn’t you ever tell me?”
“I played the part of the loyal Censor for your father’s sake, and for yours. I put my duty ahead of what I wanted. Those are my reasons. Now. Why didn’t you ever tell me?”
Her heart was fluttering so hard she thought it might fly out of her chest. “I tried today, Tolan, I tried, but then the Red Goblins rode in and killed so many of us all because I had to go and ride off unescorted and you had to come looking for me and it’s all my fault, oh Tolan, I got them all killed!”
He was kneeling beside her then at the edge of the bed, holding her in his arms, rocking her against his chest.
“Melodi, listen to me. This was not your fault. I tell you the truth. If your hand had anything to do with it I would say so, because you deserve the truth from me. And I’m telling you the truth now. If you hadn’t rode off on your own, if we hadn’t stopped to find you, we would have ridden right into that group. The Goblins would have had us in a trap. It’s because we stopped for you that they had to ride at us and expose themselves. This was not your fault.”
She blinked at him, stunned. Was he telling her the truth, like he said, or just trying to save her feelings? His eyes answered her. He was not lying. She didn’t think he could lie. Not to her.
“Tolan. Can I ask a favor?”
He nodded, stroking her cheek now with one finger. “Anything.”
“Kiss me again.”
His smile was soft. The kiss he shared with her in that moment was not. It was a needful thing, his lips moving against hers, his breath hot against her skin. Little noises escaped her, and her body trembled to feel his chest rise and fall against her own.
He fell down against the bed with her, his hands feeling up and down her sides, his one leg pressing in between her two for balance on the bed. His thigh was putting pressure against a very sensitive spot right in the V of her crotch and she felt no shame in pressing into him, spreading her legs further, warmth and heat building where she did.
“Melodi,” he whispered her name against her neck. It did very pleasant things to her. “Melodi…”
To be continued....