They mockingly called me princess…
I was a stranger in a strange land, until I met him, my barbarian Prince.
He would fight for me. He would claim me. And I would savor every second of it, begging for more.
I never thought I would be easily conquerable, but that barbarian broke me.
He might fight like a brute, and make love like one, but he was more than that, so much more. He was the man I would give everything to…
Tall, brave, wickedly handsome, with wide, powerful shoulders, and the perfect, solid chest bronzed by the desert sun, he was irresistible. I should've known to stay far away from him if I ever wanted to go back home.
