“The mortal wants a demon to drag his tongue along her flesh, defiling as a means to comfort?" he asked."You make it sound very dirty.”

“I refuse to learn your name. Does that not offend you?""Nope."Well. That was all the argument he had. No sense in conjuring false reasons to display a morality he did not possess.”

“He'd take his time. All good things came to those who danced when others least expected to find anything on the head of a pin.”

“You got it. Wham, bam, start the apocalypse, ma'am.”

“Why did something so wrong have to feel so right”

“Are you sure you want to marry him, Lily? Marriage is a serious vow and you really don't know the man."Lily rolled her eyes. "Who really knows anyone before they marry? And while his lordship may not be very handsome, he is exceptionally clever,don't you think? I mean,he did come up with the plan to save us all and let us stay.”

“Shouldn't we get up?"With unexpected strength,he grabbed her waist and rolled her over at the same time, poisitioning her so that she was astride him. "I don't think so."Bronwyn licked her lips. "It is Saint Stephen's Day. The people will be waiting.""For their pots full of money.""So you know the custom," she purred, letting her fingers play with the hairs on his chest."Of course," he groaned. "I ordered the clay pots as soon as we got back after we went hunting.I'll pass them out tonight.""Did you know that you,too,get a present?" Bronwyn asked as she leaned down to kiss his naval, smiling with delight as his stomach contracted.Ranulf grinned back. "Really?And just what is in my clay pot?""Your present doesn't come in a pot," she purred, smiling as her hand slowly moved lower,making a trail for her mouth and tongue to follow. "And even more lucky,you don't have to wait until tonight either.”