Wheeling Gull Isle gyűjtemény

"I see..." he murmured, and he allowed her tongue to roam. Though he enjoyed the touch of women who look like women and not like beasts, he would not be lulled, his guard would not be taken down. She would not be able to sense or see the readiness in his limbs, but it would be there. There were no shortage of tales of pirates that lost their lives, tempted into the embrace of a femme fatale.

"Go on," said Ferahgo, and intrigue could be witnessed on the thin curl of his mouth and in the focus of his eyes. She went to lick his shoulder, but he smoothly side stepped away from her tantalizing tongue and seated himself, facing her.