Ruslan leaned backwards, slowly looking at Rosamund’s naked body under the dim light from the fireplace. She was being forward, bold with her needs. Her jetted out breasts, her open thighs, an invitation to him. Ruslan loved the acceptance that he felt from her. She was opening herself in front of him, nothing in between them, no barrier, no boundaries. There was just them, Ruslan and Rosamund. Nothing between them, no rank that distinguished between them both, no title that demanded more of themselves, no more duties that suffocated them and made them sacrifice more than what they bargained for. This was something that has affected their relationship since the beginning. The duties their blood held, the needs of people before themselves and their wishes, made them difficult to happen. It
