She was never meant to be mine.
A unbound firebrand dragged into my fur-draped hall, her eyes spitting defiance amid the smoke haze of the fjord mead hall. I, the berserker whose rage devours worlds, saw her chaos first. Haunted. Unmoored. Chasing some cursed talisman that promises power she clings to like a blade to the throat. But her stolen autonomy? It calls to my fury like a war drum.
I pinned her down on blood-warm furs, bodies heaving after the ravishment neither of us could deny. She claws and curses, sharp-tongued venom lashing out even as her thighs part for my thrust. Resistance like foreplay. Surrender that tastes of betrayal. My berserker storm crashes into her flame, teeth clashing in fury that echoes off avalanche-riddled cliffs. I growl possession into her skin, marking her where the hall's roars can hear.
Yet beneath the savage rut, tenderness bleeds through. My hands that shatter shields cradle her fractures. She fights the anchor I offer, the devotion that wars with my endless rage. Her quest pulls her from me. My fury threatens to consume us both. What if her heart seizes my soul first?
Jagged fjord shadows frame the truth we dodge: my public claim brands her eternal, defiling her will amid cheering warriors. Her self-respect shatters under my dominion. Independence flees. But gods, the freedom in her yielding eyes.
One question haunts every growled vow, every bruised dawn.
Will her defiant quest rip her from my grasp, or will my rage claim us into oblivion?
A full-length captive claiming dark historical erotic romance featuring a berserker warrior and his defiant unbound captive.
