“So ’tis a trade y’r after,” the rogue McCraken growled in the young girl’s ear. “Me immortal soul f’ a hot sweaty night in y’r bed, aye lass ?
” …yes… m’lord,” she purred – her teeth were now locked on Travers’ lower lip.
“Bargain struck, my sultana,” he said as he threw her on the goose-feather bed.
“We’ll do the nessasary paperwork in the mornin’.”
” …yes… m’lord,” she purred – her teeth were now locked on Travers’ lower lip.
“Bargain struck, my sultana,” he said as he threw her on the goose-feather bed.
“We’ll do the nessasary paperwork in the mornin’.”
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