I was sent across the border with the deed to undermine Quincy's hold on his lands. He needs to breed an heir before his bloodline ends, and my body is the only way. Quincy commands with a hard voice that softens only when I touch his arm.
Every session with the scroll ends the same way: he claims me over the table and breeds me until his seed takes hold inside me. The need grows stronger each time we meet over the parchment. He will not stop until his line is secured through me.
The holding depends on this. So does his future. The longer I stay, the more I crave the way he takes me. I could take the papers and leave at any time. I never do.
Intense medieval Highland erotica featuring a laird breeding his Saxon bride to secure his bloodline. For readers who crave dominant claiming and repeated possession.
