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again. “Help me!”
“How, Katya?”
“Touch me…like before.”
“I cannot.”
“Oh, please—”
“Listen to me.” He caught her face between his hands to hold it still. “You know what must be.”
“I don’t understand. You said you would help! Why won’t you help me?”
She couldn’t be that naive, could she? “I will, but you must help me as well. I need relief too, little one. Look at me.”
He opened his robe. He was naked beneath it, and Katherine sucked in her breath, seeing his manhood thrust boldly forward. Understanding dawned, and with it hot color flooded her cheeks crimson.
“No…you can’t,” she whispered brokenly.
“I must. It is what you really need, Katya, me inside you. I am here for you. Use me!”
This was the closest Dimitri had ever come to pleading with a woman. That he did so now proved the extent of his desire—he couldn’t remember ever wanting a woman this much. And it was so unnecessary for him to argue with her at all. She couldn’t resist for long. The drug wouldn’t allow it.
He said no more, waiting, not touching, watching her welter in an agony of need. Watching her needless suffering was almost painful. She had only to ask, and relief would be hers. But she was resisting the drug and resisting the cure. Was it pride? Could she be that foolish?
Dimitri almost took matters into his own hands—her protests be damned—when she turned to him, her eyes beseeching, lips parted enticingly, hair all bedraggled, and flesh quivering. God, she was beautiful like this, so incredibly sensual.
“I can’t bear it anymore. Alexandrov, do what you will, please, anything—just do it now.”
Dimitri smiled with amazement. The little wench had managed to turn a plea into an order. But it was a command he was quite willing to obey.
Shaking off his robe, he stretched out on the bed next to her and drew her close. She sighed at the cool contact of his flesh, but the sigh quickly turned to a whimper. She had waited too long. Her skin was too sensitive again, everywhere, but especially her breasts. Damn. He wanted to feel her exquisite body under his hands. He would have to wait.
“Next time, Katya, don’t wait so long.” His voice was sharp with frustration.
Her eyes rounded. “Next time?”
“This will last for hours, but there is no need for you to suffer through any of it. Do you understand? Don’t deny me again.”
“No—I won’t—only please, Alexandrov, hurry!”
He smiled. No woman had ever called him Alexandrov, at least not in bed. “Dimitri,” he corrected. “Or Your Highness.” He chuckled. She beat her tiny fists against him. “All right, little one. Easy. Relax.”
He could wait no longer. Her hips were thrusting wildly against him, firing his passion to an alarming height. He rolled on top of her, resting on his elbows, his long upper arms keeping the massive width of his chest well above her. He bent to taste the sweetness of her parted lips, and they were sweet, distracting, but the gyrations of her lower body would not let him forget the matter at hand.
He released her lips to move into position, cupping her face between his large hands. He wanted to watch again as she received her pleasure, to see ecstasy reflected in her eyes. He thrust deep—and she screamed. But it was too late. Her maidenhead was breached.
“Sweet Jesus!” Dimitri hissed. “Why didn’t you tell me, woman?”
She didn’t answer. She had closed her eyes, and a single tear slid from the corner of one. Dimitri swore silently. She was no blushing girl, but a woman! What the devil was she still doing with her virginity intact? It was not something usually valued by servants. Only the nobility used it as a commodity when arranging important marriages.
“How old are you, Katherine?” he asked gently now, brushing the moisture away from her eyes.
“Twenty-one,” she murmured.
“And you managed to stay a maiden that long? Incredible. You must work in a
“How, Katya?”
“Touch me…like before.”
“I cannot.”
“Oh, please—”
“Listen to me.” He caught her face between his hands to hold it still. “You know what must be.”
“I don’t understand. You said you would help! Why won’t you help me?”
She couldn’t be that naive, could she? “I will, but you must help me as well. I need relief too, little one. Look at me.”
He opened his robe. He was naked beneath it, and Katherine sucked in her breath, seeing his manhood thrust boldly forward. Understanding dawned, and with it hot color flooded her cheeks crimson.
“No…you can’t,” she whispered brokenly.
“I must. It is what you really need, Katya, me inside you. I am here for you. Use me!”
This was the closest Dimitri had ever come to pleading with a woman. That he did so now proved the extent of his desire—he couldn’t remember ever wanting a woman this much. And it was so unnecessary for him to argue with her at all. She couldn’t resist for long. The drug wouldn’t allow it.
He said no more, waiting, not touching, watching her welter in an agony of need. Watching her needless suffering was almost painful. She had only to ask, and relief would be hers. But she was resisting the drug and resisting the cure. Was it pride? Could she be that foolish?
Dimitri almost took matters into his own hands—her protests be damned—when she turned to him, her eyes beseeching, lips parted enticingly, hair all bedraggled, and flesh quivering. God, she was beautiful like this, so incredibly sensual.
“I can’t bear it anymore. Alexandrov, do what you will, please, anything—just do it now.”
Dimitri smiled with amazement. The little wench had managed to turn a plea into an order. But it was a command he was quite willing to obey.
Shaking off his robe, he stretched out on the bed next to her and drew her close. She sighed at the cool contact of his flesh, but the sigh quickly turned to a whimper. She had waited too long. Her skin was too sensitive again, everywhere, but especially her breasts. Damn. He wanted to feel her exquisite body under his hands. He would have to wait.
“Next time, Katya, don’t wait so long.” His voice was sharp with frustration.
Her eyes rounded. “Next time?”
“This will last for hours, but there is no need for you to suffer through any of it. Do you understand? Don’t deny me again.”
“No—I won’t—only please, Alexandrov, hurry!”
He smiled. No woman had ever called him Alexandrov, at least not in bed. “Dimitri,” he corrected. “Or Your Highness.” He chuckled. She beat her tiny fists against him. “All right, little one. Easy. Relax.”
He could wait no longer. Her hips were thrusting wildly against him, firing his passion to an alarming height. He rolled on top of her, resting on his elbows, his long upper arms keeping the massive width of his chest well above her. He bent to taste the sweetness of her parted lips, and they were sweet, distracting, but the gyrations of her lower body would not let him forget the matter at hand.
He released her lips to move into position, cupping her face between his large hands. He wanted to watch again as she received her pleasure, to see ecstasy reflected in her eyes. He thrust deep—and she screamed. But it was too late. Her maidenhead was breached.
“Sweet Jesus!” Dimitri hissed. “Why didn’t you tell me, woman?”
She didn’t answer. She had closed her eyes, and a single tear slid from the corner of one. Dimitri swore silently. She was no blushing girl, but a woman! What the devil was she still doing with her virginity intact? It was not something usually valued by servants. Only the nobility used it as a commodity when arranging important marriages.
“How old are you, Katherine?” he asked gently now, brushing the moisture away from her eyes.
“Twenty-one,” she murmured.
“And you managed to stay a maiden that long? Incredible. You must work in a
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