Wheeling Gull Isle gyűjtemény

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it would have been a brassy lie indeed had erzsébet stated she felt nothing at ferahgo's touch; in truth, the brush of his lips, coupled with the visibility of his arousal, sent a glissade of anticipation along her spine. it tightened along the apex of her hips, bringing with its bedding down a rush of warmth. the pair of them were well-matched, each believing that the other so wanted them that they were willing to forgo warnings.

but alas! the countess was left bereft. she neither wished for his wealth nor his favor; she lusted after him by way of his cruelty, and that alone, for it would surely translate to the sort of rough and painful interludes she so enjoyed. yet he turned, granting her the boon uncaringly, and hefting his plume to mock her.

erzsébet allowed herself a glimpse before she turned aside her muzzle, coughing politely. she would not beg him; nor would she pursue -- her eyes rested placidly upon the sea, but within she roiled with anger at his rejection.