Revised: A Steamy Romance Novel: Forbidden Love.

     Catt crept silently through the massive underground tunnel, looking over her shoulder in anticipation of the fast moving tram, stealth as she was she knew it would not be much longer until he caught up with her. "Where is he..." she muttered angrily, stopping suddenly as something moved behind her. Her eyes narrowed dangerously as her dagger slid from its sheath.

     A husky voice echoed in the hollow chamber, "I thought rogues liked to be behind their target?" She spun quickly, prepared to drive her blade into the gut of her pursuer, a lucky dodge. "And I thought hunters were supposed to be more cunning than their prey." she replied with a confident smirk swirling to make contact between blade and chain mail.

     Disengaged the hunter flew back but had not yet drawn his bow. ‘He is toying with me!’ Catt thought enraged. His wolf stood ready at his side waiting for his master’s word. The hunter saw her take notice, then something strange happened, the wolf was dismissed. It howled a warning and stalked away disappointed at the command. “He is not needed for what I intend to do to you.” he said swaying slightly for an attack.

     Catt contemplated quickly the mechanics of the fight without the pet and fingered her poison laced axe at her side. Leaning forward, she counted silently until the time was right for her nerves to be prepared if this would go badly. Slowly she crouched; one shadow step was all it would take. “Then let the battle begin.”

     Instantly she was behind him, raising her dagger to his throat she froze. ‘Damn!’ The carefully laid trap was almost invisible behind him. He turned not touching her, a mistake if he did breaking the effect. “What did you say about cunning?” He smirked inching closer to her frozen form.

     The chill continued to drain her energy as she fought against it. The hunters face closer to her own, his eyes hungry for the kill. “This cannot be happing...” her words taken from her as the hunters mouth closed over her own. Eyes wide Catt retreated back against a wall his steps keeping with hers. Stuck between a wall and a very hard Mail wearing place she was trapped. His lips continued to work over hers, his hands locked to her body. His mark, not allowing her to escape, an axe and dagger fell to the ground.

     Submitting to his resolve, she tangles her hands into his hair and holds him to her. Careful fingers worked effortlessly beneath her armor, unlatching her breastplate and exposing her to the cold air. "Don't worry sweet Rogue, that's not a finishing move... I'm just getting started." He wrapped his arms around her waist, forcing a soft moan as he kissed down her neck…







If you are a Rogue you have lifted enough Romance Novels to fill a library. For this Rogue they left something to be desired, and what class gets under a Rogues skin the most? Enjoy my extended versions.