Her Royal Lover: A Novel — page 239: what you’re looking at

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HER ROYAL LOVER. 231 are alone this husband and wife, married only half an hour ago. How many subjects to discuss! Upon her entrance in the boudoir, Najeska Ivan- owna had hastily reinoved her hat. It was a light capote of mauve crape, all ruches of lace, and upon the left side of it in a tuft of lilac plumes, a little roguish bird seemed to flutter. The princess’ blonde hair was slightly disheveled, for she had not then thought to smooth her ruffled tresses. The king, eager to make the acquaintance of a treasure that he had waited for so long a time, took her violently in his arms, and pressed her pas- sionately to his heart. The warmth of the woman’s body languishingly abandoning itself excited him; his arteries beat to breaking. All his desires, re- strained by the heroic chastity of the young woman, awoke more ardent than ever. Najeska Ivanowna, resting upon this broad breast, felt the brutal shock with which each pressure bruised her firm white bosom. At each of the kisses which the passionate king deposited upon the wanton locks of hair on her neck, a voluptuous thrill ran through all her being and came to expire in her lightest ringlets. “Oh! Najeska Ivanowna! lovest thou me? Say— say that thou lovest me as I love thee!” “Thou lovest me much, then?” murmured she. “So much, that I would have gone to seek thee even in the lion’s mouth! I need thee, I thirst for thee! It is thou that I desire; that I desire forever!” He did not speak; he stammered; intoxicated by the allurement of this pliant and beautiful body, he uttered, one after the other, words delirious with love. “My passion and my love will fathom the most se- Eomichooks.com >