Fleur, despite her playful nature with her betrothed, was also a powerful witch and dueler, one of the top 3 in France, with the first place going to ...er father, Achille Delacour. The union of their two bloodlines would result in magically powerful heirs who would do their families and their Lady Morgana proud. And seeing as Fleur was already on her knees before him, getting off his trousers and moving away the robes blocking her from getting to his cock, it seemed she was eager to get started. I couldn't get enough of it.In the third hour I was already done with it, 11 times I had read the same book. Just to impress her.Yes, I was reading a book just because I've seen my crush walking around with it.I'm not much of a book lover and being dyslexic didn't help either. even though I do work at a café shop that has a small library all around the walls.I sighed and placed the book behind the counter, the customers will be arriving soon.And I was right because when I had gone back to put. Robin broke the silence. ‘Doesn’t anyone need a drink, or need to use the head, or anything?’ If Margarethe could loosen her jaw, that she clamped shut with all her strength, if it could have dropped, it would have done. The fury in her face guaranteed Robin punishments incomprehensible, if she hadnot needed another watchkeeper, however inept, Robin would have been dismissed the ship on the spot, with fifty lashes to his backside and a tourist class ticket home, the last would be his only. She felt relief when he released them from his powerful grip, but he was not finished. His fingers slid up to her naked bosom, goose bumps appearing on her exposed flesh as his fingers trailed over the wide expanse of naked flesh, running up and down the deep cleavage. Her legs felt like jelly, Anna barely able to stand, her body a mass of jumbled feelings.He enjoyed fondling her young body, seeing her fight the urges that his experienced fingers elicited from her. He enjoyed the way her.