Desmond watched as Abby’s fear gave way to desire, her passion growing with the pure power he exuded.  His grin widened, his rough fingers working their way down the buttons of his shirt.  He pulled it open, and tossed it atop his coat, before he moved toward her.  One arm slid around behind her, and he pulled her closely to him, their bodies pressing together.  Unlike so many things in his world, she was soft and warm, and he felt his passion burn all the hotter with her so near him.<br/><br/>He pressed his lips to her own, crushing them against hers, his tongue pressing hungrily into her mouth.  One hand rose, his fingers curling in her red hair, taking up a thick handful of her soft tresses as he kissed her.  His other hand rose, squeezing her breast longingly, and he moaned as his growing erection rubbed along her body, the front of his dark trousers straining to keep him contained.<br/><br/>He pulled away from her then, and turned, taking up the bottle of whiskey once more.  He pressed the bottle’s opening to his lips and took a deep drink of the stuff, making a slight face as it burned its way down his throat.  Turning back to her, he grinned, and moved his free hand to the front of his trousers.  Unclasping them, he let them fall to his feet, and stepped out of them, his thick cock jutting out before him like a spear aimed at her core.  His hand then rose, sliding to the back of her neck, and he kissed her quickly before he began to slowly press her downward, that she might kneel before him.<br/><br/>He had to give Lola credit, he supposed.  With Abby’s nude body before him and the nearly full bottle of whiskey, he’d be distracted for the better part of the night.  Of course, that didn’t mean that his intentions for the woman and her saloon would change.  He’d been quick to reveal himself and his intentions to her to draw her sights directly to him.  With her attention focused on the threat he posed, she wouldn’t notice the subtler, quieter legal machinations that his team of lawyers were even then composing.  They would take time, of course, but as he glanced down at Abby, his cock pressed to her full, luscious lips, he knew he could wait.  After all, there was much here to keep him occupied while Silver City slowly became his own.<br/><br/>His fingers curled through her hair as he pushed the head of his cock past her lips, and moaned again.<br/>