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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 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 un-recognizable 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 push-ing 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 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 in-side 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 oldRoyal 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 ca-pacity as his body shadowingover 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.

Chapter 7

The night air swept in through the open window and flirted with the soft curtains floating in its breeze. The soiled comforter had been placed by the door for Dmitry to discard in the morning, and their sweaty sheets lay in a pile by the bed on the floor. Exhausted, Royal lay beside Dmitry quietly watching the fan circle above her while Dmitry ran his large hands through her hair. Neither one of them had said anything for nearly an hour. There was a peace between them now that their bodies had done battle.

Royal was in awe of Dmitry’s skill in lovemaking, and Dmitry was awe that he finally had her. It had not been an easy task for him. No woman had ever made him wait more than a week before being intimate. Royal had finally broken three months into their pseudo-courtship, but it had taken much coercion. The deliberate wining and dining and thousands and thousands of dollars in gifts had been the easy part, developing trust had been the key. Royal required trust. It was a staple in their friendship. He laughed a little as he thought about her and then glanced over at her long body still glistening with sweat. Who was he kidding? The wait had been well worth it.

Every once in a while, Royal would take her eyes off the fan and look over at Dmitry. To see him naked was quite amazing. While he looked absolutely devastating in clothes, he was even more lethal in nothing at all. As normal, his body was relaxed, maybe even lazy. His long limbs completely covered his side of the bed. The intricate muscles and tattoos danced over his tanned skin in harmony. And while Royal had never seen him workout, she was certain that he had to do so often. His body was

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