It is real, Lass…. You are mine as I am yours.

Dear Elizabeth, you cannot know how much joy you bring to my heart…

Every bit of you, Lass, that’s what I want…

Bite me, love.

You can’t fault me for ensuring it’s in working order… what if I hadn’t used it and from this use it had fallen off?

You need to wear less clothing, lass.

His tongue tapped his top lip as he cupper her breast in his hand. “Tis boidhche –beautiful.