The Dukes Virgin Breeding Contract: A Regency Breeding Historical Erotic Romance

She signed my contract with a quill that trembled just once. A virgin gentlewoman, starved for passion she'd never admit, trading her innocence for protection against the wolves at her door. I thought it mere transaction. Ink sealing my line's future in her untouched body. Fool.

That candlelit study reeked of leather and beeswax, her scent cutting through like a blade. Defiant eyes met mine over the parchment, promising yield only if I earned it. I lashed her wrists with my silk cravat that first night, deliberate and slow. She arched into the bind, breath hitching, body slick with the haze of what I'd planted deep. Sweat mingled on skin still thrumming from breeding's raw rhythm. Her gasps weren't surrender. They were war cries, pulling at the ache I'd buried under ducal stone.

I've enforced carnal pacts before. Bodies bend, heirs come, debts clear. But her? She slipped past the terms, fingers tracing vulnerabilities no contract named. In shadowed corners, breaths hot and tangled, she saw the man craving more than flesh. Tender moments cracked my control - a hand brushing her hair post-climax, words I never meant to whisper. Obsession bloomed where seed should have ended it. Her reputation teeters on whispers from ruthless foes. Our fragile alliance strains. One slip, and propriety's veil rips, exposing us both.

I demand her total submission nightly - bent bare, filled until she shatters. Yet in that haze, her longing mirrors mine, forging something no duke can command. Will this bartered ecstasy bind our souls against the encroaching dark? Or will her yield become the blade that guts me?

© 2026 AK Productions (E-bog): 6610001207458

Udgivelsesdato

E-bog: 24. april 2026