Wildewood Revenge
“she replied. “The filly is young. I thought I could handle her. I was wrong. She’s stronger than she looks.”
She was an unusual little package, thought Guy, as he took in her petite features and heaving bosom. He could see how Mayflower had been seduced by her and he could easily appreciate what Miles saw in her too. She was different from the women he knew from court with their elaborate coiffure, their silks and dazzling jewels. She was unfinished. The wind and rain caused her pink streak...ed hair to stick up, and her fringe to flop untidily over one eye. Her clothes were a crime but there was no contrived coyness, no fluttering of lashes.
She may have been scared atop the bolting pony, but she certainly wasn’t the quivering wreck he expected. She was alive, vibrant, exhilarated and he found her very tempting indeed. He wondered how she would feel beneath him. She pushed her fringe back from her face with an unsteady hand and an almost apologetic look.MoreLess
She was an unusual little package, thought Guy, as he took in her petite features and heaving bosom. He could see how Mayflower had been seduced by her and he could easily appreciate what Miles saw in her too. She was different from the women he knew from court with their elaborate coiffure, their silks and dazzling jewels. She was unfinished. The wind and rain caused her pink streak...ed hair to stick up, and her fringe to flop untidily over one eye. Her clothes were a crime but there was no contrived coyness, no fluttering of lashes.
She may have been scared atop the bolting pony, but she certainly wasn’t the quivering wreck he expected. She was alive, vibrant, exhilarated and he found her very tempting indeed. He wondered how she would feel beneath him. She pushed her fringe back from her face with an unsteady hand and an almost apologetic look.MoreLess
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