The two lay in bed, satieted, their hearts slowly beating back to normal, and the room was quiet except for the flicker of the fireplace. XXX You will marry me tomorrow. Clara shivered. As an answer to her final plea for mercy, he drove his thick rod into her. She was sweet and forgiving, and most importantly, honest. She would stand naked in front of him, carressing her nipples and breasts, ignoring his endless inquiries. She was a child when Dartmoor first met Raith, but Dartmoor did not know of her existence until he sent his spies to find out all they could about Raith. His mind turned back to his horse.
