She had no intention of falling under his spell, but her body ached irresistibly for the touch of his cruel lips.
'John,' she gasped, as she melted in his manly arms. 'John...'
'Aye, lass,' whispered John. 'When tha'rt willin'!'
'Get thee skates on,' he urged. She shuddered with delight as his throbbing parliamentary mace sprang loose.
From Chase me, ladies, I'm in the cavalry via alicublog