<div class="floatleft">(http://i132.photobucket.com/albums/q15/doogieporker/94uqfb7x0ihp3724e256.jpg)</div><strong>Character: Desmond King<br/><br/>Location: Lola's Saloon - Upstairs Room<br/><br/>Time of day: Night <br/><br/>Tagging: Belladonna<br/></strong><br/><br/>"Belladonna..." he said, tasting her name on his lips. He smiled. "That will do."<br/><br/>Without another word, he kissed her again, her eager nails on his flesh heightening the passion he already felt. She was almost weightless beneath him, a tender and gentle thing, everything a woman should be in a man's grasp. But he sensed something else within her, something that her flirtatious smile and insistent kisses tried to hide. She was hungry. Hungry for him, there was no doubt about that, but hungry for something more. Did she want out of the saloon, he wondered? Did she want out of the life that saw her pressed up against a stranger in the darkness of an upstairs room?<br/><br/>His hands slid down, and he undid his thick leather gun belt, letting it drop with a thud to the wooden floor. His dark pants soon joined them, along with his boots. His body was hard beneath her touch, all of him, and his desire began showing itself along her bare thigh, teasing her with a surprising girth. His hands moved back to her flesh, sliding up her lean, soft stomach to cup her breasts, and he caressed them eagerly, and a bit roughly, the man making no attempt at easing her along. This was a business transaction, after all, and he was nothing if not the consummate businessman.<br/><br/>Breaking his lips from hers, he let one hand slide to the back of her neck, and he pressed his lips to the other side, his teeth grazing her flesh. He wanted to taste her, all of her, and know her in a way that very few of the men downstairs did and all wished they had. His lips led a trail of stubbled caresses along her soft skin, the man slowly easing her back and toward the lone bed in the room. It had been some time since he had last lain with a woman, but he had not lost any of his desire, or his eagerness to please.<br/><br/>"How much?" he asked, pausing briefly enough with his ministrations to ask the question. "What's a man have to pay to have a lusty Scot warm his bed for the night?"