after her first day yet she could feel sparks of energy flitting through her blood. She tried to close her eyes to relax but to no avail. She lay awake staring at the shadowy ceiling. The sounds of the town irritated her; it was as if a megaphone amplified them. Her skin tingled, alternating between hot and cold. She had no idea how long she lay there before she heard a light rap on the balcony window. She sat up and slid from the bed. She could see a shadowy form silhouetted through the lace curtains. She picked up her gun from a marble topped side table before she grasped the handle and pulled the door open.
Devlin stood there just outside of the door. His face was cast in the shadows except for the glowing tip of his thin cigar. He flicked the cigar into the night. He reached for Esmeralda to pull her close. She started to speak but he shook his head. “No words Angel…you have opened the door to me, that is enough, and this time I will not be denied”
Esmeralda looked up into his dark eyes she let her pepperbox slip from her hand and drop harmlessly to the floor. “Yes, God help me, I have.”
Once inside her room they embraced each other hungrily. Devlin divested himself of his hat and boots. Esmeralda pushed his coat off his shoulders. Devlin kissed her lips and the tops of her breasts. His hands smoothed up the curves of her corset then down over her firm buttocks.
Esmeralda was on fire. She squirmed under his touch; she ached to be free of her whalebone prison and guided his hands towards the lacings. Devlin pulled her up and forward. He then reached behind her and snapped her corset free. He tossed her fine silk and bone contraption across the room and shrugged out of his shirt. He unbuckled his gun belt and hung it on her bedpost then made short work of his pants and boots. Naked, they sat on the bed in the darkened room.
“Say you want this Angel, If you don’t I will leave now”
Esmeralda traced the muscles of his chest and his firm abdomen her face was solemn. “Don’t talk Devlin. There will be time enough for me to hate you tomorrow.”
Devlin pulled her close, skin to skin. He lay her down on the bed and held her hands over her head. His lips and teeth grazed the ivory column of her throat. He covered her breasts, neck and lips with dark, velvety kisses. He pushed her legs open with his knee and she gasped as his marble, hard cock entered her sweet core deeply, strongly.
Esmeralda looked up and searched Devlin’s face. She tried to read into the depths of his dark eyes but he hid them from her.
His deep rhythmic strokes built a fiery tension inside her that climbed higher and higher as it reached towards a blinding climax. He urged her on. “Come with me Angel, give yourself to me.”
Her head thrashed back and forth on the pillow she arched her back a thin high scream left her lips as she surrendered.
Outside, across the street under the shadow of a crabapple tree the feral eyes of Leonard White observed Devlin enter Esmeralda’s room. His lurid, hopeful, fantasies were crushed and the fine whiskey in his stomach turned to hillbilly rotgut.
Chapter Six
The Lair
T he Delta Saloon was one of the finest drinking establishments in Virginia City.
Captain James Orndorff, a very discriminating southern gentleman, was the owner of the saloon. He was a handsome man with smooth brown hair and an impressive handlebar mustache. His saloon carried the finest liquor and the best sport in town. Every week, in the back rooms special, betting events were held. Events such as cockfights, dogfights, dog and even bear baiting.
On this particular night a pen had been set up and the fight was to be held between a bull terrier and a forty-pound bobcat.
In the main room of the saloon excitement buzzed through the crowd. The gaming tables were full but most of the excited crowd had gathered around a Faro table
Devlin stood there just outside of the door. His face was cast in the shadows except for the glowing tip of his thin cigar. He flicked the cigar into the night. He reached for Esmeralda to pull her close. She started to speak but he shook his head. “No words Angel…you have opened the door to me, that is enough, and this time I will not be denied”
Esmeralda looked up into his dark eyes she let her pepperbox slip from her hand and drop harmlessly to the floor. “Yes, God help me, I have.”
Once inside her room they embraced each other hungrily. Devlin divested himself of his hat and boots. Esmeralda pushed his coat off his shoulders. Devlin kissed her lips and the tops of her breasts. His hands smoothed up the curves of her corset then down over her firm buttocks.
Esmeralda was on fire. She squirmed under his touch; she ached to be free of her whalebone prison and guided his hands towards the lacings. Devlin pulled her up and forward. He then reached behind her and snapped her corset free. He tossed her fine silk and bone contraption across the room and shrugged out of his shirt. He unbuckled his gun belt and hung it on her bedpost then made short work of his pants and boots. Naked, they sat on the bed in the darkened room.
“Say you want this Angel, If you don’t I will leave now”
Esmeralda traced the muscles of his chest and his firm abdomen her face was solemn. “Don’t talk Devlin. There will be time enough for me to hate you tomorrow.”
Devlin pulled her close, skin to skin. He lay her down on the bed and held her hands over her head. His lips and teeth grazed the ivory column of her throat. He covered her breasts, neck and lips with dark, velvety kisses. He pushed her legs open with his knee and she gasped as his marble, hard cock entered her sweet core deeply, strongly.
Esmeralda looked up and searched Devlin’s face. She tried to read into the depths of his dark eyes but he hid them from her.
His deep rhythmic strokes built a fiery tension inside her that climbed higher and higher as it reached towards a blinding climax. He urged her on. “Come with me Angel, give yourself to me.”
Her head thrashed back and forth on the pillow she arched her back a thin high scream left her lips as she surrendered.
Outside, across the street under the shadow of a crabapple tree the feral eyes of Leonard White observed Devlin enter Esmeralda’s room. His lurid, hopeful, fantasies were crushed and the fine whiskey in his stomach turned to hillbilly rotgut.
Chapter Six
The Lair
T he Delta Saloon was one of the finest drinking establishments in Virginia City.
Captain James Orndorff, a very discriminating southern gentleman, was the owner of the saloon. He was a handsome man with smooth brown hair and an impressive handlebar mustache. His saloon carried the finest liquor and the best sport in town. Every week, in the back rooms special, betting events were held. Events such as cockfights, dogfights, dog and even bear baiting.
On this particular night a pen had been set up and the fight was to be held between a bull terrier and a forty-pound bobcat.
In the main room of the saloon excitement buzzed through the crowd. The gaming tables were full but most of the excited crowd had gathered around a Faro table
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