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And with you, Mistress. Hessa did run then. She took the stairs two at a time, racing down and
down until she reached the hewn door at the lower part of the tower. She didn t go to her room to
collect her belongings. She raced through the courtyard instead, anxious to sprint through the
upturned fields to the headmaster.
The moment she left the ornate entry to the keep and stepped into the open air, she heard a
familiar sound dancing in the wind. Her heart raced with the probability of the moment. From the
west, she heard the horn sound in the pits. To the east, the sun glowed bright in the cloudless sky.
Before her, the field of tilled jindi bordered the forestlands to the north. She slowed to walk
toward the line of workers who were tossing root crops into carts.
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The headmaster wore red, a fiery dyed swathe of fabric that reminded Hessa of the yeineis. He
was tall, so much taller than the men who worked for him. At his back she noticed the hilt of a
sword. When he faced her and grunted, she held her breath. His dark eyes shined when he looked
down at her.
My mistress sends payment for the harvest, she finally said, and held out the purse to him.
He stepped toward her and took what she offered. With his free hand, he pulled the fabric away
from his face and smiled. Your mistress is most generous, Hessa Drake. He nodded at the men
still toiling. As was your master. Each year these fields need to be worked, and each year at this
time the jindi needs to be brought to market. Lord Drake wants it sold in Jondah. He tied the
purse at his waist belt and reached for her hand. Would you come there with me?
She nearly knocked him down when she embraced him. I would follow you to the ends of
Radaeh and over the edge.
Gunnar lifted Hessa in his arms and spun her three times in a circle. Our world never ends, love,
and I will gladly take you wherever the wind bids me go.
* * * *
The next morning, Hessa opened her eyes and stared up into Gunnar s face. His hair was tied
back in a knot. His dark eyes were clear and joyful. Gunnar s thumb lingered on her lips.
Hessa, he whispered. The day is here and we are together again. I told you the Gods would
favor us. He lowered his mouth to hers and drew his thumb away. The kiss that he forced on her
was hard and wet. His tongue slipped past her lips to roll with hers.
Hessa arched her back in response to his closeness. Deep in the wilds of the forestlands, she had
found love at last. Although they lay in a tent, their bodies padded from the thick pine needles
and lush earth by woolen blankets, Hessa was happy and hopeful. No one would force her to do
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something she didn t want to do. She wouldn t have to rake manure or clean the privies. And if
she got with child, no one would steal that baby from her and raise him or her into servitude.
Gunnar kissed the brand on her neck, taking her mind off such thoughts. His tongue ran down
her chest as he tugged away her dress to expose her body to his hungry eyes and heated body. He
sucked her nipple into his mouth, his fingers massaging away her awareness. His knee ran
between her legs to coax her body into arousal, not that she needed much help at all.
His tongue circled her nipple, sending tingles through her. She reached down to stroke her
fingers through his thick hair. I want to take you this time, she told him.
He groaned and sat up. With a curious smile, he laid back against their blankets, his cock thick
and hard. It stood at attention beneath the curly, black hairs. She shimmied the rest of the way
out her clothes before she climbed atop his body. With tentative fingers, she explored his broad
chest, grazing each of his perked nipples. Down her hands went, caressing the ripples of muscle
across his abdomen. She grazed his pubic hairs. When her hands closed gently over his cock, he
breathed out a laden sigh. She had never touched a man in this way. His erection was firm
beneath velvet soft skin that slid when she shifted her hold. She thumbed the top of his length,
learning the shape of the soft, moist head there and delighting in the way he flinched each time
her skin brushed over the slit.
Never having been in control of anything in her life until she set the keys in his hands to escape,
she looked upon Gunnar at that moment as true freedom, a freedom that she wanted to at least
partially control.
Hessa edged closer to his cock and guided the tip to her entry. She closed her eyes, breathed out,
and slowly forced him inside her body. His thickness filled her completely. She leaned back and
down, enjoying the connection to another person, and the way in which he had yielded to her.
His hands closed over her hips while she swayed. Their pace hastened to a frantic race. When her
body tensed and she felt the cusp of the orgasm threatening to break through all her inhibitions,
she bit her lip to keep from crying out, but this time ot was not to alert the guards, it was to keep
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their lovemaking a secret from the men in her lover s employee. The road to Jondah would be
long, but she didn t think it would be long enough to sate her lust for her stolen warrior.
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About the Author
Anastasia Rabiyah writes erotic romance, paranormal erotic romance, and fantasy. She
often crosses genres in order to follow her muses into the darkness where they seek out destiny
in all its forms. She believes in fairies, demons, angels, magic, passion, chocolate, supportive
friends, e-books and writing critique groups. Her deepest desire is to pursue her creative dreams
and realize them. Every spare moment she devotes to writing for her haunting muses.
Visit her on the web at www.RabiyahBooks.com
Also available at Sugar and Spice Press by Anastasia Rabiyah:
The Highest Bidder
The First Kill
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