"Of course I'll touch you," Nikolai murmurs. There's a little cot in this room and he settles on it so he can tug Natalia into his arms, stroking her skin while he talked to her softly about the two of them and about their relationship. It has to be secret, yes, but in this place they can talk about their love.
"I am not for any giggly teenage girls. I am only for my printsessa," he murmurs. "And I will belong to her until she dismisses her. I will belong to her until the sun fails to rise."
"Well, duh," she laughed, slowly squirming happily as he stroked her. "I wasn't about to share you with either of them. They're my besties, and I love them, but you are mine, malyshka." Natalia's nose wrinkled with her girlish grin, and she kissed her way along the line of Nikolai's jaw, sucking his flavor off of his skin.
Something occurred to her just then, and a bit of her smile faded. "But...you might have to share me, at least for a little while. My birthday's next week, remember? And you know Papa is going to throw a party - probably a small one, because of...what happened, but still." She sighed, dropped her head back to his chest.
"That means one of those boys will probably escort me, and I'll have to dance with all of them, and mingle, and pretend to smile and be social...ugh. I hate it."
Nikolai sighs softly. "I am always going to have to share you, printsessa. I will always share you with Russia and you will eventually...I want you to be married to me, I want that to happen, but I'm afraid we'll never be able to have that."
He strokes her hair. "I love you, though, and I will do anything you need me to do. I will be whatever you need. I'm never going to push you away again and there's no way you'll ever be kidnapped again."
A frown creased her brow and she raised her head again, lips pressed tight. "I am going to marry you, Nikolai, just wait and see. Russia will have part of me, da, and so it should, but all of me belongs to you. And she was more than willing to prove it.
Particularly by shifting about to straddle his broad torso, propping her hands on his thick chest and situating her hips right over his groin. Natalia bit at her lower lip and began to tease his cock between her legs, scarlet curls bouncing over her full breasts as she moved. "I'm yours," she whispered thickly, already so wet she could smell it. "Just yours, moya zvezda..."
"This isn't going to end," he promises her. "But if you had to have another relationship as a front...I would understand."
As long as it was someone who understood that they'd never have Natalia's heart or that she would never have his children, it would be just fine. They would be together for public appearance only and the man would have the benefits of being a Grand Duke.
Nikolai groans a little when she crawls atop him, hands going to her hips to steady her. "Just mine."
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"I am not for any giggly teenage girls. I am only for my printsessa," he murmurs. "And I will belong to her until she dismisses her. I will belong to her until the sun fails to rise."
He means it too.
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Something occurred to her just then, and a bit of her smile faded. "But...you might have to share me, at least for a little while. My birthday's next week, remember? And you know Papa is going to throw a party - probably a small one, because of...what happened, but still." She sighed, dropped her head back to his chest.
"That means one of those boys will probably escort me, and I'll have to dance with all of them, and mingle, and pretend to smile and be social...ugh. I hate it."
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He strokes her hair. "I love you, though, and I will do anything you need me to do. I will be whatever you need. I'm never going to push you away again and there's no way you'll ever be kidnapped again."
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Particularly by shifting about to straddle his broad torso, propping her hands on his thick chest and situating her hips right over his groin. Natalia bit at her lower lip and began to tease his cock between her legs, scarlet curls bouncing over her full breasts as she moved. "I'm yours," she whispered thickly, already so wet she could smell it. "Just yours, moya zvezda..."
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As long as it was someone who understood that they'd never have Natalia's heart or that she would never have his children, it would be just fine. They would be together for public appearance only and the man would have the benefits of being a Grand Duke.
Nikolai groans a little when she crawls atop him, hands going to her hips to steady her. "Just mine."