A Very Improper Proposal. Ancient Rites, #3

Julian doesn't ask. He takes - in the Sultan's harem with hookah smoke curling around them, in a frozen Russian hut where the vodka burns and the furs are soaked, on a kitchen floor that ends up wrecked with mash and sex. Clara can't stop him. Doesn't want to. Bodice torn open, back against rough planks, his cock so deep she forgets which country they're in. Three settings, one relentless hunger. Ottoman opulence, frozen wilderness, a steam-choked kitchen - every world ends the same way.
Public sex while a guard stammers at the door. Corset-ripping on a chaise. No courtship, no slow burn, no tenderness dressed up as romance. Just two people who can't keep their hands off each other long enough to care where they are. Historical erotica for readers who want the settings but skip the hand-kissing.