Anastasia Romanov .

winge in your heart, far more powerful than memory alone. It is a time machi

e now, but we all seem to be wrapped up in the past and wandering

again as it always did when I thought of her. Every time I tried to finish the portrait, emot

ntbrush on the floor with a frustrated sigh. Her gorgeous brown eyes we

g from city to city. But even if I could go as far as the

our Highness?" a feminin

nother girl next to her was also staring with her bright violet ey

n't bother to pour it into the glass and just drank the burning red ju

the bed and floated towards me. The other one did

hair spoke softly. The brown-haired one was my favorit

and sex were two things I relied on to kill the pain. T

wine and then turned

l," I

nees. Without further instruction, her tiny d

a bit roughly. Her face flushed, already anticipating my touch. I finally pressed my wet lips

ivate was exposed. I looked down and grabbed a fistful the girl's silky hair, guiding her clev

entment and lean

ll I neede

I trailed them from her elegant neck to her porcelain cheek. Her silken nightgown felt like water over the curves, but th

issed, devoured even, and I yearned to suckl

ne in my body weak. So much more powerful as she lace

eeling intoxicated by lov

pered huskily in her ear, lost in

tort under me, melt through my

back, "You'll have all I can give you, m

start. My heart drummed in my chest. Suddenly, I felt ashamed, ashamed and frust

stasia," I sighed to mysel