A taste of what's to come...

Happy hump day - I bring you exciting news! The writing process is almost over and my current work in progress is nearly in the can. It's a new endeavour for me, but writing historical erotic romance has been an absolute blast! The new book is set in what we would now call 800 's Britain and sees our heroine, lady Aurelie, captured by the Nordic invaders...

For the first time in an age, I am able to bring you a sexy snippet from the upcoming novel! At this stage the work is still unedited and therefore is subject to change, but I am genuinely interested in your feedback - so please - read and comment! Let me know what you think!

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He lays down, stretching out his long limbs and places his hands behind his head. Assessing me, he smiles and then excruciatingly his eyes trace every single inch of my exposed and naked body. I am now fully on display for him, with very little movement of my own and no hope of preventing him from touching me. I gulp at my vulnerability; terrified and thrilled in equal measure.
“So Aurelie, now I truly have you.”
His voice is deep, dark and measured. I breathe hard as he eyes me, those eyes loaded with delicious yet no doubt wicked intent. I say nothing, unable to deny his claim and yet too afraid to acknowledge it. With lightning fast speed he shifts, crawling across the short distance to where I am bound. I hold my breath, watching him approach until his face is in line with my trembling midriff. Here he pauses, his lips less than an inch from my skin and looks up at me. Those big, blue eyes burn into my face, every fibre of my body begging the question: What will he do next?
Slowly and without taking his eyes from my own transfixed orbs, he rises to a kneeling position. His hot breath caresses my breasts; my beading nipples desperate for his attention. I pull against my binds in some futile attempt to move, but in reality I wonder if it is not the binds now supporting, rather than confining me.
“How is my captive?” he says, his eyes lowering down from my flushing face to my chest.
I pant, my throat drying as I watch him, knowing full well that he is tantalising me on purpose and yet still eager for his attention.
“Well?” he says, one blonde eyebrow raising.
His tone has changed ever so slightly. Something edgier lies in there now and it’s just enough for me to find my voice.
“I cannot say, my Lofðungr…” I reply, my voice a husky whisper as I contemplate his hot mouth burning against my aching breasts.
He looks surprised by my answer, straightening his body so that his face now reaches my collar bones.
“Really, Aurelie?” he asks quizzically.
He leans towards me and places three, chaste kisses on my hot skin just north of my right breast. I watch him, mouth open, unable to articulate the way he is making me feel.
“Yes, I…” I begin as he shifts to my left side and caresses my skin with his lips again. “My feelings are… Unexpected.”
I do not know if it is right to convey such honesty to a man who has taken me prisoner and enjoys humiliating me, and yet he has also shown me care and kindness, and without him I am certain Magnus would have slain me in the battle earlier.
He pauses his analysis of my chest and looks up into my eyes. His stare holds me there for a long moment and I realise I am succumbing to his will whether I like it or not. He is the predator – he has been all along – and I am his prey. Aurelie of Donrose it seems was no match for this invader from the northlands.
“Unexpected?” he repeats.
He rises with care to a standing position, grasping the post to his left for support. His tall frame is now right next to me, his head skimming the silken canopy over us. He leans forward, toward me and presses himself against my nakedness. I gasp, closing my eyes at the contact and yet relishing the physical closeness.
“Does that mean my captive is warming to her new master?”
I open my eyes to find his face right there, above me, that large mouth ready to devour its prey.
“I… I don’t know,” I whisper, looking into his eyes. There’s an honesty about my answer which disconcerts me.
Anders shifts his weight slightly, snaking his right hand around my body and skimming my behind. Once there he grabs my left cheek and holds me, using my own body to pull me closer to him. My throbbing groin, already pushed forward by the bondage holding my ankles in place, nestles against his clothed right thigh. I am just slightly too short for the aching area to make contact with his body; a fact which fills me with a new frustration.
“You are not sure, Aurelie, or you are just too afraid to say?”
I blush at his accurate analysis of the situation, dropping my eyes from his gaze. His hand rises north, leaving my ass and taking me by surprise. Anders uses each long digit to trace lines up the left side of my body, pausing at the curve of my bosom, and then finally reaching the side of my face. Once here, the hand tips my chin upwards to meet his eye line, holding it in place once he is satisfied with the position.
He eyes me intently and I realise that he is expecting an answer.
“Too afraid…”
I just about force the words from my lips, praying to all the gods that this will be enough for him. His lips turn into a smile at my admission and the knot of anxious arousal in my belly twists.

Copyright, Felicity Brandon, 2016.

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Thanks for reading - I'm off to the editing chamber!

Felicity Brandon