A chance late night encounter with the handsome and enigmatic Marcus sets Elizabeth off on an unexpected crash course with her feminine destiny. In a world ruled by the first impression, his is unexpectedly mysterious and not at all what she presumes.
And one thing is for sure – he is no white knight. His intentions are far darker and infinitely deeper than any man she’s ever encountered.
In spite of this, or perhaps because of it, it isn’t long before she discovers that he’s everything she needs to meet the ancient demands that time places upon a woman. Helpless under the carnal commands of her own flesh, Elizabeth soon finds that Marcus occupies her thoughts (as well as her body) and is determined to take full possession of both.
His singular purpose is to show the defiant Elizabeth the true path for a woman. And he knows that the only way to tame her is under the masterful guidance of his restraint and instruction.
WARNING: This 8,700+ word story features graphic scenes of impregnation/breeding, bondage, reluctant and rough sex. All participants in this title are 18 years of age or older.
An Excerpt from the Book:
After several more seconds, her nipples had completely pebbled and now stood in readied, dire need. With both hands he reached down towards the fine gem buttons on her blouse. Her breath got caught in her throat, unable to escape at the thought of what lie ahead.
His fingertips pulsed against the delicate garment and then without warning, his meaty fists clinched, tore her blouse open and exposed her fleshy mounds. The jeweled remnants of her clasps flickered brilliantly in midair as they tumbled to the floor and scattered in all directions.
The flimsy fabric of her top fell away from his grasp and he lurched up and grabbed hold of her breasts, mercifully giving them respite they craved. Her flesh trembled beneath her bra which represented the final barrier between his heat and her meat – and it was an obstacle she was powerless to tear down.
The torment she felt made it increasingly difficult to hold steady against the steeled cuffs that bound her. From the darkest, wettest regions within, she yearned only to be free. She wanted to caress him, hug him deep into her bosom and relish his savage treatment of her tender places. As if sensing her wants, Marcus recklessly tore apart her brassiere finally releasing her swollen orbs into the safety of his touch and the moist warmth of his hot orifice.
Lizzy’s entire being tingled as he satisfied his primal urges. He licked and sucked and moved effortlessly between her twin mounds of pleasure.
“Ooooohhhhh, Gooodddd…” Lizzy moaned. She couldn’t recall a noise coming from inside that so perfectly reflected her inner state. It was her soul in sound, an orchestra of unmet desire rising up for the world to hear and he was the maestro in command of it all.Gabrielle Demonico