I felt naughty, somewhat bitchy at the dirty thing I was making my lover do to me – but Peter seemed to be enjoying it. I was losing control: laughi...ng and squealing protest, wincing at how ticklish I was back there but also gasping at the pleasure of it. So good; so fucking good to have a tongue back there. “Put your finger in,” I said, adding a little steel to my voice. I felt the hard digit move up, a sharp contrast from the soft wetness of his tongue; felt the slickness of his saliva; felt. The clan’s interests and alliances were the pivotal issues here. Should the Laird decide to shift priorities, what did her heart wish? The answer stared her in the face. She wanted Samuel in her life with his tenderness, energy, intellect and the cosy home they could make together.Why not own to her love for him?The question made her look directly at the clan’s leader. “Yesterday, if possible.”“Harriet!” Samuel exclaimed.“Alright,” his father proceeded, “so here’s what. I have two spares so. " Elle mentit un peu."Ah bon!" Quelque chose changea sur le visage de l'homme. "C'est vrai queje n'aime pas beaucoup les colocations... mais si vous me dites qu'ilssont tous les deux s?rieux, alors peut-?tre que je vais y r?fl?chir."Jessica savait que c'?tait le moment de le faire changer d?finitivementd'avis. "Je ne me permettrais pas de vous pr?senter des personnes en quije n'ai pas confiance et leurs mamans souhaitent se porter garants pourleurs fils, qu'en dites-vous?"L'homme fut. Weeks since she had been treated as anything but an errant bitch that was a waste of time, space, and food. But now, here, there was plenty of food, and nobody snatching it from her hands, or throwing in on the floor to laugh as she crawled after it. The meat would be wasted when the men woke, burnt by the blistering hot sun, inedible. They would never even notice the portion she was eating missing. With the realization, she suddenly became ravenous, stuffing more into her mouth. A soft.