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her small head and crack her spine, but his wife in his complete opposite had been so amazingly gracious until he felt ashamed.

Royal looked at him with a look of complete condescension. It was apparent to him without her saying one word that she had witnessed far more than he would have ever wanted her to see. Plus, he feared that the woman's lipstick and scent were upon him now. He could barely look at her, yet he could not keep his eyes from her.

Turning, she walked out of the room quietly down the hall. Dmitry followed behind her, unsure of where she was going. She went down the dark entryway towards the main hall, never looking back. When she got to the large double doors that led outside, she opened them and turned to Dmitry with tears in her eyes.

"All I want is a break through," she said sighing. "Is that so much to ask?"

"No," Dmitry said, uncomfortable for some reason.

"I don't suppose that you understand what the hell I'm talking about, do you?" She searched his face.

Dmitry was silent.

"I want to be free from it, Dmitry," she answered finally.

Rain blew in with the winds from the open door and wet the marble flooring and her body.

"Just tell me what you want me to do," Dmitry said in a soft voice.

He watched the rain drench the rugs and soak the floor. Normally that would have been enough to send her into a tirade, but she ignored it now.

"I want you to want me the way that you wanted that woman just a minute ago—so badly until it hurts," Royal confessed. "With passion," she smiled. Tears still fell.

"Royal, I do. I want you more."

Walking out into the rain, Royal headed down the steps of her home, unsure of where she was going. The water drenched her body, made her clothes stick. She walked off the concrete pathway to the lake about two hundred meters from the house.

Dmitry followed her; still unsure of what she was going to do.

The wind beat against her skin and stung her face as its wet beads slapped against it. Still, she kept walking, crying and talking to herself. In the grass, her long stilettos stabbed the dirt and mud.

She fought through the mush and continued. When she got to the lake, she leaned against a tall oak tree and sighed as she looked over the water. Running her hand over the cool wood, she saw her wedding ring sparkling in the night.

Turning to see Dmitry standing behind her, she looked up at him with need.

"No matter what she says, she can't love you the way that I can," Royal assured.

"I would never let her."

"I'm not a shell of woman, Dmitry. I'm just trying to figure this all out."

"Lets figure it out together, please."

"Can we? Do you we really have what it takes to stay together?"

"I know that I don't have what it takes to stay apart from you and my family."

He pushed her long locks from her face, wiped the rain water from her lips and bent down to her kiss her. She grabbed his hot face and held it in her hands, rubbing through his stubby beard and caressing his skin. His eyes burned through her. They were filled with need and desperation. Slowly with growing passion, she began to kiss him deeper and deeper. As she did so, he dropped to his knees and pulled her close to him. His knees sank in the mud.

"She was right about one thing… "

"Shh… " Dmitry said, covering her lips. "Don't say a word."

Dmitry pulled at the strap of her slip with his cold, long fingers. It fell to her waist, revealing her full round breasts, erect and wet from the rain. He looked up at her and then kissed her burning nipples. He suckled her like a baby, wrapping his arms around her to draw her near in his embrace. Shuttering, she sucked in her breath in awe of what he promised.

She felt his large hands at her waist as he pulled down her slip, then her stockings, then at last her panties. Before she knew it, she was naked, standing before him both ashamed and aroused. She tried to cover her womanhood, but he her held her arms—needing to see all of her, scars and all.

Quickly, he took off his own clothes and laid them in the mud by the lake. She looked down at the ground amused. Was he serious? He laid her down carefully on his make shift bed and for the first time in her life, she felt cold mud and grass against her skin.

She expected to be turned off, to squeal and run, but the raw look of passion in Dmitry's eyes made her forget everything.

He bent down and kissed her as the rain beat against his body. Incredibly, he shielded her from most of its fury. She grabbed his neck as he ducked to her. He kissed her again. The passion so invigorating it sent deep chills down her spine.

Opening her legs, she felt his erect cock, warm and strong prodding between her steaming thighs. She bit her lip, arched her back and then slowly allowed him to enter her. The warm stiffness of his phallic pleasure electrified her.

To say it had been a while would have been an understatement. The bizarre and dynamic emotion that overwhelmed her brought tears to her eyes as he penetrated her.

It had been so long. It had been so needed. She closed her eyes and formed her lips into a pouty moue of ecstasy. She laid her head back in the dirt, forgetting her surroundings as he planted his knees in the earth and pushed into her body.

Her hands found their way to his waist as she tried

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