Marianne LaCroix
Silk's Vault
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Erotic Romance/Historical/mild BDSM & spanking
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Colonel William Barnesworth commanded a British unit of dragoons in the South Carolina countryside. He was brutal and showed no mercy�until he met the fiery Rebecca. She had a body built for sex and a spirit he longed to dominate. One night was all he wanted to sate his desires, but once he tasted her, he wanted much more. He wanted her love.
Rebecca was captured as a Continental spy, and she succumbed to the colonel�s steely eyes and his commanding touch. Before the morning light, she escaped, leaving the man, and her heart, behind to fulfill her duty to her country.
The one night of passion marked William and Rebecca deeply, but can they overcome that they are enemies at war to find true love and happiness?
� 2005 Marianne LaCroix
Her heart raced and her breathing quickened as she stood so vulnerable under his gaze. Her body felt alive with unknown sensations, and this man awakened them with just a heated look.
"Feel better?" he asked with a cock of his dark brow. Removing his red coat and hanging it on the back of a nearby chair, he seemed a little less menacing. Only a little.
"I�d feel better if you�d give me some clothes."
He smirked as he stepped over to a chest placed at the foot of the cot. Opening it, he pulled out what looked like a decanter of brandy and two glasses. "You�ve no use for clothes right now." Pouring the amber liquid into the glasses, he gazed back to her, adding in a husky tone, "I prefer you without clothes from what I�ve seen."
She gasped at his outright roguish opinion. "You, sir, are no gentleman."
Raising the glass to his lips, he sipped the bandy, then said, "I never claimed to be a gentleman."
Angered, she tried to move, but only succeeded in letting the blanket fall lower about her body, baring her to his raking eyes. "Well, at least you can untie me. I certainly can�t leave the camp without clothes."
"You will remain bound until I am sure of your reasons for spying."
"I told you, I wasn�t spying."
"Then what were you doing in the middle of the evening outside our camp? Were you looking to satisfy some of our officers with your charms?" He stood before her now, looking down at her face with those cold calculating eyes. His intoxicating scent, a mixture of soap, spice, and male essence, filled her nostrils.
Her blood began to boil at his accusation, but more at her own body�s reactions to him. "I am not a camp tramp. I was simply hunting for rabbit. It scurried away, I slipped in the mud and fell. Then your men found me."
He made a sound as he thought on her words. His eyes traveled along her exposed skin making her feel extremely defenseless. A shiver wracked her body under his gaze. Then, he leaned in and breathed low in her ear, "How did it make you feel knowing I watched you bathing?"
She let out a slow breath as she closed her yes. He had awakened her body with his closeness, and now he seduced her with his words, speaking of things that should never be discussed. "You are a rogue, Colonel," she said in a whisper, turning her head toward his face.
"A rogue? Hmm...I�ve been called worse things than that." She felt his fingertips graze along her skin in a light touch. Then his fingers tugged the blanket gently, and she allowed it to fall away.
Standing there tied and unable to move to cover herself, a heated flush warmed her against the cool night air caressing her bare skin. Behind her, she could feel his gaze rake over her exposed body. She shivered, her body reacting to the carnal needs long denied. Not since Edward had a man touched her in passion.
"You are a beauty, Rebecca," he whispered. His warm breath caressed her shoulder when he leaned in and kissed her skin. Tiny thrills had run down her spine when he touched her naked body against his clothed one. The feeling was incredibly heady.
"You shouldn�t be doing this," she said in a shaky voice, not sounding convinced of her own words.
His lips traveled along the curve of her shoulder to her neck, nuzzling the damp hair stuck there. "What better way can you think of to interrogate my pretty little prisoner of war?" His callused hands stroked her sides and along her hips, sparking her own traitorous body�s reactions. Liquid fire gathered between her legs as his fingertips trailed along her skin, awakening every buried desire.
The colonel used sensual attack upon her, and she had felt helpless to fight back. She hadn�t wanted to resist. She had felt an attraction to the man and she wanted him.
"So, tell me, where do your loyalties lie, Rebecca?"
Now fear rolled through her, knowing her answer may be her death sentence. But could she lie to him? "I am for myself." Maybe she could skirt around his question.
He chuckled softly against her ear. "Spoken like a true rebel."
His body pressed to hers, she felt his erection straining against his pants, brushing against her bare buttocks, and she secretly wished to feel his skin along hers. Her heart raced at the thought. "What are you going to do with me?" An edge of excitement bordered her voice, she hardly recognized herself.
"Hold you as my personal captive, fair lady," he breathed against her cheek.
