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.