Chapter 6
Steam billowed up creating a marvelous and aromatic
fog throughout Royal‟s marble bathroom. To set the mood
for a more relaxing late evening, she had taken some of the
candles Dmitry had given her a few weeks ago and lit them
around the bathroom and her bedroom. The luminous
glow made her feel pretty or at least relaxed.
To purge her thoughts, she connected her IPod and let
the music blast throughout the apartment. Chris Cornell
sang his heart out on his Euphoria Morning CD, and Royal
hummed along.
The hot water cascaded over her body, relaxing her aching
muscles and drowning some of her more disturbing
thoughts. Unfortunately, there were many of them tonight.
She drifted into the haze for a while thinking of Dmitry –
trying to figure him out. Her infinite questions consumed
her.
Did he really care about her at all? What if she was
reading too much into their friendship all along? Dmitry
was a millionaire with homes and businesses all over the
world. He was beautiful and brilliant. And she was a broke,
orphaned virgin with nothing to offer. Did he really take
her seriously or was she just something to do for the
moment?
The steam curled her long hair dangling down her back
and over her long caramel shoulders, cooking through her
skin and interrupting her thoughts. She couldn‟t tell if it
was the heat or her heart, but she suddenly felt claustrophobic.
She wiped the water from her face and took a deep
breath.
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"Ugh, I need to get out of here," she said, turning off
the violent water rushing from the showerhead.
Wrapping a large terrycloth towel around her body, she
opened the door to the congested bathroom and allowed
the cloud to drift into her bedroom. Shivering, she dropped
the fluffy towel and slipped on her short, black silk robe
quickly, trying to minimize her exposure to the cold air
blasting through the vents.
Royal sat on the side of the bed for a moment, as still as
could be in a daze. Her mind began to drift again, back to
Dmitry. It had been so thoughtful to put on such a grand
affair for her. However, she was pained by his unexpected
interruption. And she was even more pained by his return.
With Dmitry, she could never tell what was next. He
was a spur of the moment type of man, something that was not
always a good thing. What bothered her more was her
growing connection to him. Was it possible that she was
the only one who felt the strong, red emotions? Were all
the smiles, kisses and compliments simply kind gestures of a
seasoned man who felt sympathy for an underprivileged
youth? Had she romanticized their friendship into something
more because of her lack of intimate relationships?
Her questions were endless.
Blinking fast to push back the tears, she thought about
the work that was still left to do and grabbed her notepad
off the nightstand. There were other things to occupy her
time with besides sulking. Things that had to be done.
Feeling sorry for herself would do her no good. Dmitry
was probably having drinks with his real friends at that very
moment – not thinking about her.
To change her dismal mood, she would make herself a
cup of hot tea, sit in front of the fireplace in the living room
and tweak her marketing plan.
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The thought comforted her. Work. It was the one
thing that she could depend on to numb her senses and to
remind her that there were things more important than silly,
overrated emotions, like not starving to death or having a
place to stay.
Remembering what it felt like for her stomach to growl
with no end, to have stomach cramps due to lack of food
snapped her out of her thoughts of Dmitry. Grateful for
evident and more importantly current blessings, she got up
and headed to the kitchen.
As she entered out of her bedroom, she looked across
the large living room in its darkness to see Dmitry quietly
sitting by the fireplace on the couch sipping out of a crystal
goblet with his long legs crossed. He stared into the fire.
Thinking. Brooding. Stunned, she stopped in her footsteps.
Her heart pounded in her chest. She caught her
fleeting breath and cleared her voice.
"Dmitry?" she whispered softly.
"Royal." He looked up from his glass but didn‟t move.
His eyes focused on her.
"What are you doing here?" she asked.
Dmitry chose his words carefully, visibly fighting with
himself over what to say.
"Remember in restaurant, I said that I would see you
later. Well, it‟s later," he said, putting down his glass.
"Yeah, it is," she looked over at the clock. A quarter
past midnight.
He followed her gaze to the grandfather clock and
sighed.
"Sorry to come so late. It couldn‟t be helped."
"What was so urgent that you had to come tonight?"
"Don‟t you already know?"
"If I did, would I ask?"
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There was complete silence. The fireplace crackled.
"You know that you have money to burn when you
have the air on and fireplace," he said, redirecting his
sudden discomfort. "It is just like you, you know. To have
two forces working in the same room at the same time to
satisfy you, and you never even notice." A smile crept
across his face as he looked over at the fire.
"Did you come over to tell me to turn off my fireplace?"
Royal snapped.
"No." Dmitry looked over at her and sighed. "I know
that messed up with you tonight. And I wanted to come to
you before it was too late to mend." He smirked. "Tonight
was supposed to be special. I wanted to talk to you about
us now that shop is out of the way."
"Us?" Royal‟s voice was barely above a whisper.
"Dah, I want there to be an us. You can‟t tell me you
don‟t know how I feel about you. Everyone knows. It‟s
grown to be too difficult for me to hide."
Royal bit her lip. So he did care. She was relieved, even
without clarification.
"I know how I feel about you, but I‟m clueless about
how you feel about me," she confessed, voice quivering. "I
haven‟t had much training in this. So, I‟m really confused.
I don‟t know if you give me all this stuff and all this attention
because you think of me as your pet or if you really like
me or if you really, really like me."
The darkness cloaked her face and the range of emotion
that flashed over it, but Dmitry could detect her guard
down without visibly seeing it. He stood up and walked
over to her, towering over her. Taking her chin under his
finger, he lifted her head where he could see her face under
the moonlight shining in through the blinds.
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"Royal, I don‟t like you. I love you. There is big difference
between the two."
She looked up, tears in her eyes. Swallowing hard, she
tried to control her beating heart. Dmitry‟s words sounded
like an angel playing his harp.
"Do you know how impossible that is to believe," she
asked, blinking fast to push back her salty calamity.
Dmitry was confused. Why would she not believe him?
What had he done? Were the gifts and attention not a
reflection of his growing admiration? He tried to simplify
his thoughts, focusing on the primaries of their relationship.
"Why is it so impossible for me to love a woman who is
so innocent, so beautiful?"
"Because I have nothing to offer you. And the one
thing that I do have, I‟m so damned reluctant to give
up…even though I want to." She made sure to clarify her
desire. "Men like you are hard to read, Dmitry. You‟ve said
it yourself. I don‟t want to sound like I don‟t have self
esteem, but it‟s pretty hard to battle my shortcomings when
everything comes up short against you."
Dmitry was shocked and humbled.
"But you are worth more than all of my possessions. I
will trade everything for you. I mean, don‟t you love me
even just little bit?" He had to know. His voice ached.
"It would be impossible not to love you, Dmitry."
"Oh…because of my money."
"No," Royal shook her head adamantly. "Not at all.
It‟s because you make me feel...special, like I‟m the only
woman in the room. No one has ever made me feel like
that."
"You are the only woman in the room." He spoke softly.
"Do you love me?" He wanted to hear her say it again.
"Yes, I love you," she confessed with tears in her eyes.
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Dmitry smiled like a new born seeing his mother for the
first time. His suspicions had been correct. His timing was
not off. It had been hard to come to her for fear of possible
rejection and how it would affect their working relationship,
but she had made is easier for him now. She loved
him.
"Would it be absurd to see yourself dating a man like
me? I mean, I know I am older than you, nearly old enough
in some countries to be your father, but…"
"It wouldn‟t be absurd. I‟m just not fully sure what type
of man you are, Dmitry?"
Dmitry‟s eye twitched as if the answer was far too complex
to explain, even to her.
She shifted her weight to one side and put her hand on
her hip. As she took a deep breath, Dmitry watched the
swell of her breasts under her robe. In the sudden outpour
of emotion, she had forgotten that she was naked with the
exception of a small slip of silk fabric, but he had not.
"I want you so bad it hurts," he whispered running his
fingers over her collarbone. He watched her breaths
quicken. She looked up at him wantonly, lips formed for a
kiss. He could not resist her or the throbbing below
controlling him, pushing him to have her. His fingers
caressed her soft silk. Pulling her to him, he leaned down
and grabbed her by the waist. He picked her firm, voluptuous
body up in his arms and held her at eye level.
She smiled at him.
"So you‟ve broken in my house; we‟ve confessed that
we love each other; you‟ve picked me up; I guess I know
what‟s next."
"Umm...are you afraid?" he asked, carrying her to her
bedroom.
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"Yes," she nodded. She wasn‟t expecting for him to ask
for her now. His sudden assumption, however, prevented
her from backing down. In fact, she wanted to make love
to him. That in itself was a foreign emotion to her. She
had never desired someone the way that she desired him.
"Don‟t be afraid. I make sure that you enjoy."
Dmitry had never seen her hair down before and enjoyed
very much how naturally beautiful she was. Smelling
of vanilla extract, its mass fell down her back and around
her shoulders in an inky, full mane. She wrapped her arms
around his neck and laid her head on his shoulders while he
carried her. The trip was short.
The candles had created a beautiful aroma of sandalwood
and jasmine and the large bedroom casted a romantic
glow over Royal‟s body.
"Are you sure that you didn‟t know that I was coming?"
he asked amused.
"This wasn‟t for you."
"It is now."
Dmitry sat her down on the bed carefully, marveling at
the contrast of her dark skin and the monochromatic
comforter. His liquid eyes looked almost silver in the dark;
they barely blinked. Taking off his suit jacket, he kept his
gaze on her. She lay in bed waiting for him, still covered by
the silk robe, clinging to it nervously. Watching his every
move, her eyes became bigger as he approached. Clothes
still on, he crawled in between her long, shapely brown legs
and rested his elbows beside her.
"This is our first kiss," she said, voice quivering.
"Umm…among other things." He raised his brow at
her.
Slowly, Royal lifted her head as she felt Dmitry‟s massive
arms swaddling her like a blanket. She rested back in
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his hands and wrapped her arms around his neck. Like
when they first met, they caught each other in a mesmerizing
gaze – happy to have finally arrived at this moment.
Still smiling, Dmitry dipped his head and carefully, slowly
kissed the fullness of Royal‟s sweet lips. He met her wet
mouth with a gentle greeting, tasting of wine and chocolate.
She barely responded at first, but the more she smelled his
cologne and felt his hard body between her thighs, the more
her lips parted and her own body came alive.
They wrapped themselves in a passionate embrace, synchronizing
their kiss to move with the ebb and flow of the
moment. Angelic. Erotic. Beautiful. She felt herself
drifting away in a sweet euphoria of her own. Kissing him
was like floating, like the first high of some dangerous and
illicit drug. The inviting shape of his full pink lips drew her
in more, and she moved past the initial shock of being there
with him and began to kiss him deeper, stronger.
He moaned a little as she opened up, exciting him more
by the moment.
Inhaling his cologne as he ran his hand down her stomach,
she felt the robe open. His hands brushed against her
hot skin causing her to gasp. A new tingling sensation ran
through her.
He caught her lips and kissed them again, releasing her
only to push closer to her body. Her long thin fingers
glided through his fragrant hair as she tasted his kiss, curling
her fingers in his large blonde tendrils. It felt like cotton.
"We‟ll go very slowly," Dmitry whispered, cupping her
breasts in his large hands.
Royal eyes opened wide. Excitement and urgency
mixed like a strange medicine in her blood. Her heart raced,
beating against his own like a drum.
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"Wait," she stopped. Planting her elbows in the bed,
she glared up at him.
Dmitry stopped and sat up. His eyes focused in on her,
their diamond prisms flickering in the darkness.
Royal took a deep breath, trying to calm herself. She
swallowed hard.
"I…need a minute," she panted, pulling her long tendrils
from her face.
Moving from in between her legs, Dmitry ran his hands
through his own hair, trying to calm the beast that had been
nearly released in him. "Okay, baby," he said, allowing her
to crawl out of the bed.
"Just a minute," she said, lifting her index finger. "I‟ll
be right back."
"Alright," Dmitry said, watching her run into her bathroom
and close the door behind her.
Leaning against the wall, Royal looked at herself in the
mirror. She wiped his kiss from her mouth and went to the
sink. Running water over her face, she tried to stop her
shaking hands. She was in complete shock. Peering at her
reflection, she took the towel and wiped her face. Her
cheeks were fire red.
The weight of her actions consumed her. Twenty-three
years of waiting and here she was about to do it. Her heart
started to race again. The sound clearly audible through her
chest. Twenty three years.
God, please let me be making the right decision, she
prayed silently. I hold on to it for twenty three years, but I
meet this guy and in less than three months it‟s thrown all
away because of some diamonds and money.
She berated herself, but inwardly she knew that he had
given her much more than material gain. He had given her
true and utter happiness.
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What if I do it wrong, she continued as she grabbed her
toothbrush. What if I‟m just horrible at this? She opened
the medicine cabinet and grabbed her toothpaste and
deodorant.
The climate was much different outside of the bathroom.
Dmitry sat back on her pillows with his hands
behind his head listening to her rattle through the cabinets
and the water running. He yawned and pulled himself out of
the bed.
Pealing out of his clothes one slow layer at a time, he
watched the door, waiting for her to finish her unneeded
beauty regiment. Once he had pulled the covers back and
put his clothes on her dresser, he heard the racket stop.
The door slowly opened, illuminating the bedroom as
she walked back out. She stopped at the entryway with the
robe tightly tied around her waist. Perfume floated out and
tickled his nose.
Dmitry sighed when he saw her. She was absolutely
breath taking. Her long hair was pulled up in a pony tail.
Her caramel-colored skin while only slightly revealed,
glowed in the darkness.
She eyed him curiously as he stood up and walked to
her.
Royal didn‟t speak. She could not. Her eyes were stuck
to his colossal naked body. Muscles rippled through his
tanned skin from his neck down his long muscular torso
pulsating with little intricate muscles in his stomach through
his large shaped legs to his giant calves. Besides the perfection
of his muscular frame, there were also many tattoos.
There were stars, crosses, butterflies, words in Cyrillic. What
did it all mean? She took his body in through her eyes and
was now more nervous than ever.
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Realizing her inexperience, Dmitry gave her a reassuring
smile. With a tender kiss on the forehead, he ran his fingers
down her arms and grabbed her hands to pull her to him.
Leaning down, he kissed her again, holding her face in his
large hands. His sweet passion relaxed her. She felt herself
melting into his embrace again, forgetting about everything
including the large member that poked at her ribcage.
Still kissing her, Dmitry pulled at her robe again. The
soft fabric hit the floor and exposed her long perfect
temple. Feeling vulnerable, she curved into his body and
wrapped her arms around his neck. Her skin felt like the
silk against him. He picked her up quickly and carried her
back to the bed.
"Are you ready now?" he asked, laying her down again.
Royal sighed and touched her head. "I think so." She
had a nervous smile on her face.
Dmitry crawled into the bed, in between her shaking
long legs and bent down to kiss the delicate crease between
her hip and thigh. He ran his fingers down the length of
her flat stomach, caressing her skin. Complete perfection.
He marveled at her softness, the muse-like form of all her
limbs.
The scent of vanilla masked her skin and transferred to
his lips. He tasted it, allowing his tongue to massage her
gently. He could hear deep breaths as Royal watched. The
bewilderment of his actions were visible in her bright eyes.
He smirked. If she only knew how his excitement rivaled
hers, it might have frightened her. It had been torture to
see her and not have her for so long. Now that he did, his
only hope was to control all of his desires – to be careful
not to treat her like an experienced lover.
Royal closed her eyes and laid back in the comfort of
the pillow. She could hear his kisses as he made his way up
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to her breasts. His hot breath was like electric shock to her
skin. She arched her back and reached out for him. As her
fingertips touched his hard chest, he could feel her trembling,
aching and afraid.
Her large melon-shaped breasts sat up invitingly. They
were soft and full, matching the wonderful curves of her
exotic body. Dmitry looked at her, amazed at her perfect
splendor. Hungry for all of her, he circled the tip her
nipples with his lips then sucked her slowly. Royal moaned,
biting her lip and gripping his skin.
Cupping her breast in his hand as he kissed her lips, he
nestled his hardness in between her legs. He growled a little
as he felt her move under him, moving towards the mysterious
phallic form. Instinctively, she opened her legs wider.
It was amazing to her how statue-like his hard body was
against her own skin. His stomach pushed against her as he
kissed her passionately. The intimacy of the act created a
wave of excitement that rushed through her when she felt
him raise her left leg. He bent and kissed her knee and
slipped his hand down between her legs. She tensed up
immediately, gripping his back tighter.
His eyes were fixed on hers, watching her every inexperienced
move, basking in her enjoyment. His thumb rested
at her maidenhead. Unable to take the exhilaration, she let
out another moan and shifted her body as she planted her
feet on the bed.
Dmitry put his free hand on her stomach and pushed
her back down against the mattress. His finger now inside
of her, she sucked in a deep, low breath. She moaned a
throaty whimper . He snaked his lips with his tongue.
Suddenly, he was hungry. His mouth watered.
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Rolling her hips under him rhythmically, she placed her
hand on his, enjoying the pressure. She breathed faster. He
pushed deeper.
The candles illuminated the room and his murals of tattoos,
one of a large cross, two oddly designed stars on each
side of his chest near his shoulders, many more up and
down both arms and on his neck. Inquisitively, she ran her
long, slim fingers down his chest, tracing the inky art.
"Dmitry." Her words were nearly in a whisper.
She looked into his eyes because they were soothing,
not like as his monstrous body, that was extremely intimidating
to her now. There were muscles everywhere,
protruding out of his skin and framing him like armor; his
body was long and wide, full of valleys, deep creases and
ink. Even his knees where tattooed with the same funny
large star. He looked like a deviant. A beautiful, dangerous
deviant.
She had not noticed that in the process of their interaction,
he had kissed the rose lipstick off her lips, slipped the
earrings and necklace from her ears and had her spread her
body in the bed. He wanted to see her in completely
natural form – no man-made additions to confuse Godgiven
beauty. Watching her long hair fall down around her
was the final step.
"We‟ll see just how long you can take it," he said.
"How long I can take what?" she whispered finally, feeling
carnal exhilaration.
Dmitry bent to the curves of her body and kissed her
from neck to breast to stomach, to…the feeling of his
mouth on her tiny secret caused her back to spasm. He
kneeled before her. The black stars on his knees now
pointing directly at her.
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Grabbing her calves, he pulled her hips off the mattress
to his face and planted his head in between her thighs.
All she could see was his curly blonde hair. Devastated, she
reached for it and grabbed it as he kissed the inside of her
body. Her moans became screams, and she grabbed at the
covers. It was so amazing! It was so wonderful!
Chills ran through her body as she felt his curious tongue.
In and out, he moved, carefully until she finally called
his name.
"Oh my God, Dmitry! I can‟t take anymore," she
screamed, panting and teary eyed. Her body convulsed on
its own, pulsating with a new and vivid reaction.
He released her as soon as she said the words. Her
body drifted back down to earth, on to the comforter. She
lay before him defeated. Her long hair danced about her
body and created a crown for him to lay his large hands in
as he lay on top of her. His manhood resting in between
her steaming highs.
She was ready. She wanted him inside of her. She
pawed at him, pushing herself against him, opening wider.
Dmitry was crazed with desire. The blood pumped
through his protruding veins at a painful pace. He looked at
her like a wild animal waiting for the perfect moment to
strike.
"While you are still virgin, I‟ll tell you my only stipulation
of taking you," he said suddenly.
"What?" Royal moaned. Her long legs were wide open
and her back arched.
He sat in between her legs looking at her with a strange
desperation.
"I don‟t want anyone ever make love to you except
me," he whispered. "Do you hear what I‟m saying to you?"
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"Yes," she promised sincerely. "No one. I promise."
Her eyes rolled, much too weak to truly open.
"Are you sure? What I‟m asking is not fair or practical,
but it‟s my stipulation, just the same."
She finally looked up at him. "No one, Dmitry."
Between deep breaths, she felt him reach down with his
hand and slowly slip a finger inside of her again. It was an
aching but enjoyable pain, deeper than before. She closed
her eyes and wrapped her arms around his neck.
"Open your eyes," he said, kissing her lips. "Look at
me, while I make you mine."
"I don‟t know if I can," she said, scared of what she
knew that he was preparing to do. "Don‟t hurt me," she
begged as she felt his long member hard against her belly.
Her request was not just protection from physical pain but
also emotional.
"I‟ll try not to, love," he said, lifting her leg a little, understanding
the totality of her plea. He looked at her
strangely, throbbing to be inside of her. Bending down, he
kissed her mouth again. "Hold on to me," he instructed
softly.
She locked eyes with him as he gripped her behind in
his hands.
Slowly with every kiss and every maneuver, he moved
closer to her center. He was diverting her way from what
she feared. He was trying to take her attention away from
what he was about to do to her.
"This is the painful part?" she asked with signs of fear
in her face. She was both excited and afraid. Locking her
legs around him, she held close to his hot marble-like body.
Dmitry did not reply.
The sensation that she felt as his blunt tip rested at the
door of her maiden head was unexplainable to Royal. She
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felt him rubbing against her, causing more excitement with
every brush. The sensation caused her to breathe heavily
and pull at his curly locks as he continued to kiss her lips.
Finally, when she thought that the enjoyment would
never end, she felt his long wide back arch and pull away.
Then there was a monstrous rush into her body, and the
completion of the powerful surge that knocked over her
weakened temple like an army pushing against a weak front.
Her mouth opened, but he quickly covered it with
another kiss. She gasped, winced, screamed. He pulled
back again and pushed deeper into her, this time allowing
her mouth to be free as she screamed.
"Oh my God!" Dmitry exclaimed in a strained and unrecognizable
voice.
It did hurt. It was a painful, painful sharp stabbing of
her body that paralyzed her and shocked her senses.
"Dmitry!" she exclaimed, looking at him with her eyes
full of fear.
"I know, love, but I have to complete it," he said pushing
all the way down into her body with a third, slow erotic
surge.
"Complete, what?" she panted, pulling the hair from her
face and holding on to him tightly.
"The covenant," he moaned, kissing her again, feeling
himself in very bottom of her love. He pulled back and
made slow advances that recoiled the pain into some
strange and indescribable pressure.
She pulled at the sheets as he made her his, unable to
run from the sheer magnitude of his 270 lbs force.
In her own pain, she did not realize how reverse the
spectrum was for him. He fought the pleasure of her
unspoiled body with fierce intensity. With every stroke he
longed to end his battle. Instead, he had to stay and make
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sure that she was completely pleased, a task that caused his
entire body to tremble as he tried to concentrate on not
concentrating on her beautiful body, amidst her sexy
screams and the constant fact that he was so deep inside of
her.
She held on to his massive back as he pushed deep inside
of her, leaving a trail of blood on the sheets. Her nails
dug into his tanned back and left welts and marks of a
battered lover, but Dmitry ignored the pain or welcomed it.
She could not believe the throbbing pleasure all wrapped in
one large stroke.
Tears formed in the corners of her eyes as he destroyed
what she was to build what she would be. Realizing that
she the old Royal no more, she was suddenly afraid. Dmitry
recognized the strange bewilderment in her face and bent
down to kiss her gently, carefully rocking her body.
"It‟s better now, baby?" he asked, moving slowly.
"Yes," she said breathless. "So much better."
She moved along with him, her body spread to its capacity
as his body shadowing over her. The pain had left
her now, and there was a new feeling. Something that she
quite enjoyed. It caused her body to shake and shiver,
clamor in his hands like clay.
He adjusted her long body slightly under his strong grip,
moving her to a position where she could only feel the
pleasure of his strokes. A sensual moan escaped her lips.
Where had he learned to do that? She thought as she floated
beside him.
"I love you," he confessed again as he made love to her.
"I love you too," Royal whispered softly.