Book 4, Legends of Braeyork erotic historical romance series

 

I knew it was not supposed to be this way, but perhaps it was inevitable I would become a woman this afternoon.

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It was rare to see such a large vessel anchored this close to shore. But more surprising was the scene unfolding before us. A long, sleek dory was being lowered into the water with ropes and pulleys. The men on board shouted instructions, and seemed excited.

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As they got closer, I gripped my mouth in shock.

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Four tall men stood upright in the dory, naked but for a small loin cloth. And even more astounding, the men had dark ebony colored skin – black as the midnight sky.

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I remained frozen and could not avert my eyes.

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One man, who seemed to be the leader, stood smiling, flashing a brilliant smile and folding his hands together as if giving thanks to the gods.

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His body glistened with beads of water from the sea. His silky smooth, hairless, broad chest, wide shoulders, and bulging arms gave him the stature of a warrior.

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He glanced my way as I ducked low behind the long grasses. I waited a few moments before I rose up and gingerly peered through the slats of grass.

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To my surprise, he stepped out of his loincloth and kicked it aside. I gasped at the sight of his body and the long, thick rope of manhood that hung between his legs. 

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The dark-skinned warrior raised a smiling face to the sky, turned and sprinted into the sea. The image of his firmly sculptured backside slipping under the turquoise waters of the Sea of Glint left me holding my breath."