I swore my quill would be my only master.
Precise strokes on parchment, day after day in this gilded cage of a palace. Boundaries like fortress walls around the craving that haunts me, the one screaming to shatter my control and yield completely. But then he strides in, all arrogant temptation wrapped in royal velvet, his eyes stripping my defiance before his hands even touch.
Those stolen brushes of fingers amid the courtiers' watchful stares. Suffocating closeness under torchlight that dances like forbidden witnesses. My pulse hammers as he draws me to the throne itself, velvet cushions waiting to cradle my ravished submission.
He commands with a ruthlessness that buckles my knees, bending me over symbols of untouchable power while the risk of discovery licks at our sweat-slicked skin.
Chandelier glow bathes us, every gasp echoing off cold stone like a traitor's confession. Yet beneath his possessive growls, vulnerability bleeds through, gravelly admissions that I unravel him too. He hungers for my ruin as much as I ache for his dominance, our bodies defiling the sacred in voyeuristic pulse.
Power yields to desperate need. His throne becomes our altar of exposure.
One whisper overheard, one shadow too curious, and my hard-won dignity crumbles. My scribe's perch in the palace vanishes. The fragile trust we've forged in midnight defiance turns to ash.
I've resisted so long. But how long before his dark allure claims me whole, leaving nothing of the woman who once held the line?
A full-length forbidden royalty MaleDom exhibitionism erotic romance featuring a defiant scribe and a vulnerable prince.
