[Was this how Europa felt when the milk white bull nudged her hand? How can he not? Lawrence straightens and falls into motion.]
Damn.
[Watch it man, you are not riding some roustabout. This man is of title, of wealth. He may have a hot forbidden taste of flesh but that does not mean all manners should be cast off. Dirty words hang thickly on his tongue all the same. Fully buried within the man's heat he feels like a true sword formed in flames. Flesh clashes against flesh.]
no subject
Damn.
[Watch it man, you are not riding some roustabout. This man is of title, of wealth. He may have a hot forbidden taste of flesh but that does not mean all manners should be cast off. Dirty words hang thickly on his tongue all the same. Fully buried within the man's heat he feels like a true sword formed in flames. Flesh clashes against flesh.]