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41 " His large hand closes across around my mouth to stop me from screaming, and he holds me easily in place. The logical part of my brain is expecting this and tries to quell the spike of adrenaline which rushes through my body, but the instinct to fight is stronger than I’d anticipated. Impulsively I struggle to break out of the bonds of his arms, and he tightens his grip on me instantly. "
― Felicity Brandon , The Abduction
42 " But it must be your choice little fawn. I will not make you stay under duress. I may be an animal, but I am not a monster."Logan, Goldie's Surrender "
― Felicity Brandon , Goldie's Surrender: An Adult Fairy Tale
43 " Are we spinning fairy tales now, Ethan?" I ask, my tone taunting him. "Are there big, bad monsters in the woods who want to eat me up?"Goldie Locks, Goldie's Surrender "
44 " He pauses his analysis of my chest and looks up into my eyes. His stare holds me there for a long moment and I realise I am succumbing to his will whether I like it or not. He is the predator—he has been all along—and I am his prey. Aurelie of Donrose, it seems, was no match for this invader from the northlands.“Unexpected?” he repeats.He rises with care to a standing position, grasping the post to his left for support. His tall frame is now right next to me, his head skimming the silken canopy over us. He leans toward me and presses himself against my nakedness. I gasp, closing my eyes at the contact and yet relishing the physical closeness.“Does that mean my captive is warming to her new master?”I open my eyes to find his face right there, above me, that large mouth ready to devour its prey. “I… I don’t know,” I whisper, looking into his eyes. There’s an honesty about my answer that disconcerts me.Anders shifts his weight slightly, snaking his right hand around my body and skimming my behind. Once there he grabs my left cheek and holds me, using my own body to pull me closer to him. My throbbing wet centre, already pushed forward by the bondage holding my ankles in place, nestles against his clothed right thigh.“You are not sure, Aurelie, or you are just too afraid to say?”I blush at his accurate analysis of the situation, dropping my eyes from his gaze. His hand rises north, leaving my ass and taking me by surprise. Anders uses each long digit to trace lines up the left side of my body, pausing at the curve of my bosom, and then finally reaching the side of my face. Once here, the hand tips my chin upward to meet his eye line, holding it in place once he is satisfied with the position.He eyes me intently and I realise that he is expecting an answer.“Too afraid… "
― Felicity Brandon , The Viking's Conquest
45 " For all my ignominy, pain and submission, this moment delivers an inexplicable switch in power. Now he is all suffering and longing and I feel like a wanton goddess. Of course we all know that he is going to get what he wants, but the exchange between us is undeniable. I know we both acknowledge it. "
― Felicity Brandon , A Night at the Opera
