Dmitry's Royal Flush: Rise of the Queen by Nelson, S. (classic reads .txt) 📕

guess part of me just can't believe that he's dead. It's like he's going to just pop out of the closet or kick down the door when I least expect it. I mean I know that he's dead, but it doesn't feel like it when I dream about him every night. It's like I'm going crazy." She shook her head. "You don't know how badly I want it to go away. I don't want to feel dirty anymore," she cried.

Dmitry listened quietly, berating himself for doing such a poor job of being her husband. He had stripped her from her friends, torn her from the reach of her country, and he had all but abandoned her here in this large mansion with no one to confide in knowing she had been diagnosed with rape-related PTSD.

"I thought that you were going to leave me," Royal said softly. She looked up at him. "It's been bothering me since that woman came to my home. I don't know what I would do if you left me."

"Royal, I don't want Victoria at all." He shook his head and put his forehead on hers. "I'm not going anywhere for a long, long time."

Dmitry smiled. "All I want is you." He rubbed her cheek.

Royal shook her head, tears still flowing. "I'll try to be better," she said sincerely. "But it's going to take time. There is something wrong with me, Dmitry."

"Well get you some help, together. When I get back, I'll go with you. I'll sit through every session. I'll hold you every night until the nightmares go away. I'll do whatever it takes. I promise."

Royal did not speak, but there was a visible burden lifting off her shoulders that showed in the brightness of her eyes. Dmitry noticed the change in her face, how the frown seemed to be not so permanent. Could it be that she had hope? He prayed that she did.

Unable to control himself, he pulled her chin towards him and kissed her soft lips. She tasted like scotch, but he didn't care. Kissing her slowly with passion enough to make her feel faint, he ran his hands through her matted hair, down her neck to her soft, silky shoulders and stopped at the orbs of her warm breasts. Then he paused to see.

For once, she didn't fight him or wince away. She pushed forward, towards his grasp. Eagerly, his fingers brushed against her nipples as he kissed her and he heard her throaty moan. The sound made him smile and erect. He felt himself growing, prodding against the satin of her gown. Without instruction, she wrapped her arms around his neck as he kissed her. Signs of improvement. He stopped and smiled at her. The long dimples in his cheek showed.

"Hey," he said breathing heavily.

"Hey," she said softly.

They looked at each other.

"I missed you," he said, clenching his jaw. The smile left. "I thought that I had lost you for good."

"I thought the same," she whispered.

He picked her up in his embrace and pulled back the thick layers of covers. Laying her down on the bed, he looked at her body and shook his head.

"I was just getting on to Anatoly earlier about taking it slow. For once, I know how he feels."

"Taking it slow with whom?"

"Nobody." He stood beside the bed. "Hold on a minute. Let me… lock the door." He brushed his hands through his curly locks again and walked over to the door. After he locked it, he returned to her and crawled into the bed beside her.

She watched him as he did. Her eyes were inquisitive. take her. arousal that she had not felt in nearly a year.

Normally, he would have struck. He would have used the opportunity to make her fulfill all of his desires, but he knew how fragile she was. What he needed was his wife naked and open to all of his carnal needs that only seemed to multiply every time that he looked at her body in that satin gown. However, what she needed was someone to show her that everything would be For once, she almost wanted him to There was some strange spark of alright and not just for a night but for the rest of her life.

He had to take it slow to prove to her that he could help bring her out of her deep depression. Also, he was certain that he didn't have the patience to be gentle at the very moment. It would be wisest to wait until he returned home from his trip to make love to her. Tonight, he might scare her, might hurt her or remind her like before of the one man in the world he wished hadn't existed.

Pulling her into his chest and his steely erection, he wrapped his long, muscular arms around her and listened to her heartbeat. She crawled into chest and yawned. Like a sleepy cat, she purred and dug in for a long nap.

"You don't want to make love to me?" she asked, looking across the room at the chaise lounge.

"Yes," he whispered.

"Then why don't you?"

"It's not always about me, eh?"

"You've got that right," she said smiling. "But it's not always about me either.

Dmitry lifted his brow. A selfless word from Royal? She was coming around. He pulled her closer into his chest and put his hot lips to her ear. The contact felt like electricity on her skin.

"I will make it all about you when I get back from my meeting," he said recognizing the chemistry between them. He raised his large arm and planted in front of her and sat up a little. "I can't even tell you what I want to do, but if you let me show you… "

Royal turned around and faced him. Her brown eyes sparkled as they looked up at