Kept: An Erotic Anthology

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    “V’star, a sleep patch, on her neck, now.”
    They moved in on her, and the panic swelled to epic proportions when she realized they were about to knock her out. This was nothing short of abduction!
    Someone pressed something to her neck.
    Fuck!
    She fought harder, but K'marr held her effortlessly. “You bastards! No, no, no, help, help…”
    “Sleep, my Queen, you are safe, I promise.”
    Her world faded to darkness.

 
Chapter 4
    Ashlyn drew in a deep breath, letting it out in a soft moan. Her body was on fire; a large hand glided over her skin, the contact sending erotic chills running down her spine and curling her toes. A hand came to rest on her breast, kneading its plump flesh before deft fingers pinched her nipple. She gasped at the sensation, it made her clit pulse and her body needy.
    She didn’t want to open her eyes, but stay lost in these wonderful sensations. However, the more the hand toyed, the more it drew her out of her slumber.
    “Awake, my soul bond.”
    The voice, rich, deep and commanding made her eyes flutter open, only to stare up into K'marr's mesmerizing, blue depths.
    “There you are. So beautiful, are you feeling better?”
    Reality snaked its way back into her mind. She licked her lips as her body dueled for supremacy. His wandering hand on her naked skin didn’t help with matters, either.
    This was her husband. His gaze darkened as it dropped to her lips. Before she could utter a single word, he bent, taking her lips as if it was his every right to do so. The soft, yet demanding kiss drew her in; her lips parted, willingly inviting him inside. He didn’t squander the opportunity, surging inside to explore and caress with his tongue, coaxing forth moans and making her body vibrate with a desperate need she hadnever felt before.
    While he teased her mouth, his hand snaked down to her mons, gliding through her curls and parting her wet folds to find her rapidly swelling nub. She gasped into his mouth when he found it and gently rubbed. He took advantage, and deepened the kiss, stabbing his tongue in and out in time with his moving finger on her clit.
    Her back arched and her hands moved up to his naked shoulders. The battle slipped further towards her body’s dominance over her mind, begging her to surrender to the wonderful sensations.
    Air filled her lungs when he broke the kiss to trail wet, open-mouthed ones over her jaw and to the sensitive skin of her neck.
    She struggled; she couldn’t give in to this could she? She had been drunk before, but here, her every sense was alive and crying out for more.
    Don’t give in. He kidnapped me, and is now trying to sway me with seduction, but to what end?
    Sensibility and common sense tore through the sensual haze he wove around her. Her hands slid to his chest, and she shoved. “No.”
    He lifted off her, fingers moving from her pussy to catch both her wrists, pinning them against his chest. She smelled her arousal on his fingers.
    “Your body tells me yes, my Queen. Why resist the pleasure I can bring you?”
    “Because I don’t know who the hell you are. Let me go, now!”
    He hesitated a brief moment, before nodding. “Yes, I owe you answers. I can only bring you so far, the rest you must decide on your own.”
    Great, more cryptic talk .
    He rolled away, climbing off the big, opulent bed. Her breath expelled from her lungs in a rush seeing K’marr completely naked. She couldn’t stop her gaze roaming over all his smooth, bronzed skin, loving the way his muscles flexed in all the right spots whenever he moved.
    She shook her head to clear the thought of throwing things on the floor over and over, so she could watch him bend and pick them up.
    This man must have been carved in marble, and then brought to life. Perfection didn’t even begin to describe the sculptured six-pack, barrel chest, wide muscular shoulders, and arms so strong, no wonder he didn’t have any trouble lifting her weight.
    “You, uh, work out a lot,

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