The Dark Lord
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by Kelli A. Wilkins
Category: Erotica/Historical Fiction
Description: Katarina, an innocent village girl, agrees to be Lord Sebestyen Adrik's companion, despite the terrible rumors she has heard about him. She arrives at his isolated castle high in the Carpathian Mountains and soon discovers that the mysterious "Dark Lord" is a lonely, troubled man haunted by a cursed past...Emotionally distant, Sebestyen gradually opens up to Katarina and finds inventive ways of earning her trust. Katarina falls in love with Lord Adrik and yearns for the one thing he cannot give her. Sebestyen's violent past resurfaces and threatens to destroy him and Katarina forever ... Winner! Amber Heat Wave Contest, 2005
eBook Publisher: Amber Quill Press, 2005
eBookwise Release Date: November 2005
37 Reader Ratings:
Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [55 KB]
Reading time: 34-48 min.
Sebestyen opened the music box, then turned and coiled his left arm around her back.
"Rock back and forth, from side to side. Like this." He swayed to the side and started to fall. She wrapped her arms around his ribs and steadied him until he regained his balance.
"Careful, Sebestyen. Do not hurt yourself."
"I won't. I haven't danced with someone in so long. Please, indulge me," he begged.
"I'm honored to have you teach me." She quivered as he pulled her closer. The feel of his muscular arms enveloping her made her heart beat faster. A pulsing heat spread into her lower belly. She wasn't sure how to dance, but she loved the way Sebestyen held her.
She rested her head against his broad chest and took a deep breath. Sebestyen smelled like a combination of musk and spices. The exotic scent invited her to get closer.
"It's not about the dancing as much as holding a beautiful woman in my arms," he whispered, then inhaled deep. "You're wearing the lilac scent I left in your room."
"Yes. Do you like it?"
"Very much." Sebestyen bent his head and kissed the side of her neck.
She gasped and looked up at him.
"I hope you're not angry with me."
"No, not at all," she replied, her chest heaving against his. She was far from angry; she wanted him to do it again. "I'm surprised. No one's ever kissed me before."
"Never? Not anywhere?"
She shook her head.
"Then this shall be a night of many firsts for you." He cupped her chin and tilted her head upward. "Let me teach you."