The sounds of moans and their bodies making contact with one another were all that filled that room. Mid stroke he began to turn Ellanore on her side. One hand on her breast and the other on her neck. Turning her gaze to look at him. To meet him eye to eye with each stroke in and out of her.<br/><br/>One hand firmly staying on her throat while the other moved down from her breast to run over the milk white thigh of Ellanore. Groping her round ass with dark fingers biting down on pale flesh. More fierce aggression being put into each and every thrust as Valentine was now able to take Ellanore as he wished. No more needing to collect himself in front of a crowd. He had her and he would make her remember what he did with the moment he had her.