Knocked Up In The Regency Manor: A Regency Breeding Historical Erotic Romance

I never meant to wed the defiant heiress fighting for her crumbling legacy. She stood alone in that sprawling manor, sharp-eyed and unyielding, her independence a fortress against the world. Entailment loomed like a thief in the night, ready to strip her birthright. Desperation forged our alliance. My seed for her salvation. Simple. Mercilessly practical.

But simplicity shattered the first time I claimed her. In candlelit bedchambers heavy with wax and want, silk sheets twisted beneath us as her body arched into mine. Sweat gleamed on her skin, her gasps mingling with mine while I spilled deep, urgent and unrelenting. Each release bound us tighter, turning calculated nights into a hunger that devoured restraint. She rebels against the vulnerability I awaken, yet yields with a fierceness that haunts me.

Her loneliness calls to my guarded heart like a siren's pull. I am the storm she invited in-impulsive, protective, my tenderness hidden behind raw need. She confesses over brandy-soaked whispers how she thought to control it all, but I unravel her thread by thread. Dawn light filters through velvet drapes, carrying the musk of our spent passion, and still we collide again. Alliance blurs to obsession. Propriety defiled in the heart of Regency excess.

Her manor's fate hangs on this. My place at her side. The self-reliance she clings to like armor. One barren month, and it all slips away-her home, her solitude, the walls shielding us both. I've burned for her since that first defiant glance. Now, with every thrust toward legacy, I wonder if she'll let me stay. Or if this insatiable breeding will break us before it saves her.

© 2026 AK Productions (E-bog): 6610001207700

Udgivelsesdato

E-bog: 24. april 2026