This is from Threads of Desire, my erotic fantasy romance due to release January 21st. Hooray! Longtime six-sundayers will remember this as the one with the rival rug merchants. Think medieval Spain, extravagant fountains and white marble palaces, dirty street bazaars and lush walled gardens.
He shifted his body to clamp a hand over the jut of her hipbone, pushing her into the mattress. The down cupped her body, giving beneath their weight, but it could only give so much. He held her in place as he pounded into her, each thrust more determined though his pace was not yet frantic. She liked the idea of him losing control, of him ceding control to her. If she took him again, she’d tie his hands to the great wooden posts of his bed and ride him until he begged her for release. Except there would be no next time.
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