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Blushing Bride: A Rough Sci-Fi Romance by Sara Fields

No man had taken a woman as his and his alone for centuries… and he hadn’t even asked.

He’d just told her she was to be his bride, watched her blush at the shameful term, then fisted her hair and pulled her in for a brutal, possessive kiss the moment she opened her mouth to protest.

A kiss that made clear this wasn’t up to her, and that even if it were they both knew she would choose to wear his ring, share his bed, and one day bear his children. A kiss that said she was his already, and there was so much more to come as he taught her what that meant in every way.

She climaxed then and there as his tongue claimed her mouth.

She didn’t say yes, because she didn’t need to. Her body said it for her.

Publisher’s Note: Blushing Bride includes spankings and rough, intense sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

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Author: Sara Fields

eBook Price: Kindle Unlimited/$4.95

Length: 67,000 words


He slipped his fingers between my thighs, and I gasped.

“Bad girl. Did I say that you could make yourself come?” he asked.

My heart hammered in my chest.

“No,” I breathed.

For the briefest of seconds, his touch left me and then it returned with a vengeance.

He slapped my pussy, not quite as hard as he had spanked my backside, but hard enough to sting my sensitive flesh. It felt so much more shameful to be punished that way. My thighs tensed, trying to close, but that did nothing to stop the next two spanks that punished me there, making me squirm and whimper over his knee.

The soreness remained for several long moments, but the subsequent arousal was almost more than I could bear. His finger slid through my stinging folds. He captured my clit between two fingers, dragging them back and forth while I moaned with desire. I slapped my hand over my mouth, mortified that I was reacting like this.

He’d stripped me naked and spanked me.

I should be angry. I shouldn’t want to orgasm with my bottom still red over his knee.

“Oh,” I whined.

His fingers pressed harder, and I squeaked anxiously, but I didn’t fight him. I wanted those fingers on my bare flesh right now. They swirled around, carefully coaxing my desire forward and fueling it to even greater heights. It left me reeling.

My core squeezed tight, spiraling with more arousal than I could possibly stand. I looked forward, staring at the belt, and imagining what its sting would feel like next. My hips bucked once, hard. Then they did it again.

He used two fingers on my clit and just when I thought I was going to break apart, he lightened the pressure. I whined with frustration, and he chuckled knowingly.

“You will wait to come until I give you permission, do you understand me?”

“Yes,” I breathed. My whole world was on fire and all of it was centered in between my legs. His fingers pressed firmly against my clit once more.

He pushed me right to the very edge and stopped.

He did it again.

And again.

And again.

I wailed in despair, trying to ride his fingers to orgasm on my own, but he didn’t allow it. Instead, he pulled his hand away and spanked my bottom again two times, far harder than before. With a shocked gasp, I tensed and his hand dove back in between my thighs, returning to torture my clit once more.

Before long, my quiet cries of desperation turned into all-out begging.

“Please let me come. Please. I need it. Oh, please!”

Silence. More teasing. Unmercifully, he drove me right to the edge of breaking before pulling away again. My thighs spread open, and I reached forward, brushing my own fingers against the belt lying right in front of me.

It was just as soft as I imagined it would be.

“Come for me, Naomi,” he commanded.