Who is he? “Then take off that gown and have me,” he said. He felt himself go hard again as his eyes lingered over her breasts and sopping cunt before she crawled under the covers, but he resisted the urge. Thin and gaunt, cynical and embittered, he grew merciless of heart as he trained himself to be unbiddable, physically and mentally. He kept on rubbing and rubbing, his strokes intensifying. Her calculating mind quickly compared Dartmoor with Raith. “Claudia, very funny joke. Her red flaming hair flowed over her naked body, but there was not enough of it to hide her full breasts, which were bouncing up and down with each of his thrusts. Her eyes widened with horror and panic. “You are so beautiful, and have pleasured me very well. Lord Dartmoor surveyed his estate, the broad landscape of green shrubs and forest, horses and stable, the lake in the far distance, before turning his back to the window. “You .. Her face was flushed with exertion. “Get on your hands and knees,” and she obeyed. Her escort was about to open the door to see what the matter was, when the door was opened for her and she was grabbed.
