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Having
spent her life confined behind the walls of an opulent palace where she could
be kept safe and pure, twenty-year-old Princess Saraska is innocent, naïve, and
utterly unprepared for what is in store when she is taken captive by Roark, the
barbarian ruler of the planet Sentara.
To her
surprise, Saraska quickly discovers that while Roark will not hesitate to bare
her bottom and spank her thoroughly any time he feels it necessary, the tall,
handsome king is far from the ruthless savage she expected. His stern
discipline and his bold, intimate exploration of her virgin body leave her
quivering with need, and when at last he claims her completely his skilled,
dominant lovemaking brings her pleasure more intense than she could have ever
imagined.
Though Saraska
grew up believing her people were peaceful, she soon begins to realize that she
has been lied to her entire life. But when her own father conspires to turn her
against Roark, will Saraska see through his schemes and trust in the man she
has grown to love?
Publisher’s Note: Taken
by the Barbarian includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends
you, please don’t buy this book.
EXCERPT
“Touch your pussy, Princess,” he
said gruffly before engulfing her nipple.
“Roark,” she moaned, her body
joyously heating up at his touch.
“No?” he said, moving his head
back to appraise her.
He gave her scant moments to
answer before his hand spread over her behind in an outrageous slap.
The
suddenness caused her knees to quake and she involuntarily lowered herself onto
this thigh. He spanked her again, harder so that her whole body shook from the
impact.
“Back up onto your knees. Back
straight.”
She obeyed him immediately. But
the untouched openness between her legs, the searing burn on her behind, and
the wetness still on her nipple from his mouth wrecked her. He licked then
sucked her nipple again, drawing it out between his teeth then letting go. She
quavered and cried and sighed when he sucked her gently again.
He smacked her backside once
more and she shuddered against him but remembered not to fold her legs and rest
against his thigh when all she wanted was to rub her clit against his muscle.
He turned his attention to her other breast and he did the same, spanking her
all the while. Only this time, his hand lingered on her hot bottom. He massaged
her, kneading in the heat he created. She just grew wetter and more restless.
She fisted her hands against the headrest. His spanking had soon passed the
stage of pain and seemed to open another facet in her.
“Please, you touch me,” she
begged.
In answer he slapped her again,
but this time his fingers slipped against her wet core and she groaned and
pressed down on him. For her disobedience, he smacked her center and she
shuddered.
“Please,” she whimpered.
“Touch yourself, Princess.”
He massaged her globes, not
stopping the sweet mindless torture on her breasts. Her nipples were so
painfully extended now and drenched from his touch. She needed that release he
showed her that her body could do. And he wouldn’t be giving it to her himself
like he always did.
Her female flesh quivered with
need. The repeated blinding whoosh of his hand on her bottom removed everything
from her mind. Leaving her with only a hand or go mad otherwise. She couldn’t
stop herself. With her gaze fixed on him, her fingers rushed between her
thighs. Roark’s roar of approval encouraged her. A flood of sensation met her
fingertips. She was wet and smooth and hot and needed to find release. She had
no idea she would feel so sleek, so pretty. This is what he felt when he
touched her.
“Ah.” He looked down at her hand
between her thighs. “Touch your clit, sweetheart. Like the way I do.”
“Roark,” she moaned, her free
hand curling around his neck as she rubbed her middle finger against her clit.
He spanked her again as he incited her with his words to slip her finger
inside, to make herself come for him. She wet the fabric covering his thigh as
she stroked her flesh and dripped her hunger onto him. Finally, she was able to
bring herself at least half of the joy of what he could give her.
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BIO
APRIL VINE is a night-time erotic romance writer and a
daytime professional dreamer. She adores books, chocolates and shoes, and is
happiest doing all three at the same time.
She lives in a house with boys and a few four-legged furry
things and has come to accept both species for the strange creatures they are.
Email her at april.vine@yahoo.com
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