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I just didn’t see the need for that.

Plus, Igor was practically the pot calling the kettle black. He’s made it clear on more than one occasion that nothing comes before his wife.

He’ll get over his grief by the next time I see him.

It turns out I got home just at the right time. Gabrielle needed me, and I needed her just as much.

I cup her ass cheeks, holding her so I can take back control.

She bucks and writhes against me, arching into my chest. I cup the back of her neck, feeling her pulse still thundering beneath my fingertips.

I drive into her, and her eyes roll back, a silent scream trapped in her throat. This is hardcore fucking, but she wouldn’t believe I’m holding back, giving her my version of gentle.

“Give me your eyes, malyshka.” I fuck her harder, slamming into her with maddening desire. “Look at me when I’m fucking you.”

She opens her eyes, obeying. She’s such a good girl, following my every command.

I grab her hair and pull tightly, angling her so I grind deeper into her sweet cunt. I pound hard until she’s clawing at my back. Pulling her closer, I hold her against my chest, then drag my lips along her neck and lick her sweat-covered skin.

Her body stills, even though I’m still pounding into her. I realize she’s savoring the moment, savoring it the way a blind person commits something to memory.

I feather more kisses across her skin and guide her back to kiss me.

Her fingers slip into my hair, and she holds me, too. At that moment, something unlocks inside me. Something I never knew existed or knew I needed.

It feels like life. A spark of life and light in the dark. It’s a terrible thing for this angel to give a devil like me. It makes me want to forget everything and focus on her.

Only her.

Funny how we can deny how much we want each other as much as we’d like, but the body never lies. Not hers and not mine.

I wanted her from the first moment I saw her.

Fuck, I’m just gonna admit it right now that my twisted mind came up with this marriage thing so I could have her. I’m one of the most powerful men in this world. That night when I cornered her father, I could have demanded anything and he would have given it to me. But I asked for her.

Her walls clench around me, pulling me out of the daze. I want to continue, but my control has already slipped.

With one final thrust, I take her hard and kiss her harder. We both come, sharing the mutual ecstasy.

I keep her there, pressed against me while I flood her body with my cum.

She slips her arms around me and buries her face in the crook of my neck.

“Ty menya prosto potryasayesh', printsessa.”

She lifts her head and looks at me. “Tell me what you said.”

I grin. “You blow my mind.”

A faint smile tips the corners of her pretty lips. “You too.”

I smile back at her and pull her back in for a kiss.

I spend the next few days either in bed with my wife or watching her sketch. I never knew I’d find the latter so interesting or that I could be so damn captivated by one woman.

When she’s creating, Gabrielle’s entire persona changes, and it’s like she becomes someone else entirely. I’ve never seen a person who’s so within her element. I’m hooked every time I watch her.

She reminds me of a caged bird who’s been given their freedom to be who and what they were supposed to be.