You’re terrible at this whole ‘tell me whatever I want to know’ thing. My hand goes to the crossbow, but I don’t pick it up.He sighs. Just ask me something. Ask about my tail. Don’t you want to see it...
Just erotic. Nothing kinky. It's the difference between using a feather and using a chicken.
(a.) Containing a suggestion, hint, or intimation.
I'm sorry, I'm afraid I have no time to be a wet-nurse for a bantling.'To my surprise, he did not flush or draw away in embarrassment. He grinned and winked at me, as if to say I could suckle him any...
Stop. She covered her breast with her own hand. That’s no’ a healer’s touch.His smile was sin incarnate. Ye’ve the right of it there, lass. That’s a lover’s touch. And ye’ve had only the smallest bit...
But it is just two lovers, holding hands and in a hurry to reach their car, their locked hands a starfish leaping through the dark.
Here you go, dear. The corners of Mrs. Colbert's mouth curled up. You like meat, don't you?Emily blinked. Was it her, or did that statement seem...loaded? She checked Issac for his reaction, but he wa...