Battle Marks. Ancient Rites, #4

Lucian is a painter. Tessa is a warrior. She chains him to a stone wall and his cock strains so hard against his trousers the seam is the only thing holding him together. That's the first scene. A man who keeps thinking he has a say, and a woman who keeps proving him wrong. Tessa looms in a longhouse, rides him until the air is a furnace, smirks down at his half-hard cock like she's surveying the damage.
She reduces a philosopher to a thing on his knees while she stands above him in silk damp with her own need. A parlor scene where candelabras overturn, buttons scatter, and he comes so hard it soaks through his trousers - with a crowd watching. He doesn't care. Rough, physical historical erotica built on the tension of a man who can't stop wanting what's being done to him.