“She started it,” Briec stated before holding his “perfect” daughter out to Talaith and announcing, “Shelooks to need nourishment. Unleash your breasts for her.”

“On the backs of her lids,all she saw were the bare-naked breasts laid out before him,his dark head descending,his tongue flicking free of his mouth...and then his eyes lifting and meeting hers.”

“[...] And before she knew it the word was on her lips, lips being bitten and nibbled by his. “Pill,” she burst out on a breath. “I’m on the—”He was inside her before she could finish the sentence. Inside her, stretching her. Pumping into her, one hand yanking her leg up around his hip, squeezing her arse, the other cupping and kneading her breast, pinching her nipple.”

“That thought—that she was carrying his babe—steadied him enough to start off again. It was a strange but not unwelcome feeling to know that she carried his child. That someday she would hold a babe against her pretty white breast and that the child would be part of him as well.For the first time in a very long while, he yearned to see tomorrow.”

“I need his number,” I announced.“What?” Roxie asked.“Give me his cell number!” I shouted.“Who’s got his number?”Everyone started pulling out their phones.“I have his number,” Indy told me.“I don’t have his number,” Daisy said, but she was still digging through her purse as if she could help.“I wish I had his number,” Tod put in.”

“He's probably out there in the hallway right now, composing bad poetry in his head." Michi cleared her throat, her voice taking on a breathless lilt:"Pale Fox's Daughter,Her cherry lips haunt my dreams.Something, something, breasts...”