She had always loved him. She even remembered the moment when she realized she had a silly infatuation with him— of course, he was probably too busy to realize her girlhood attentions. But it was a love that deepened more and more over the years, made sharper and keener with his absence. Other than her father, he was the only man to ever respect her, to treasure her for more than her status. To hear him promise himself to her was more than anything she could’ve dreamed for. Her nails dug into his back as he pounded into her, his first hard thrust enough for her to see stars. “Oh!” she cried, her arms tightening around him, her hips buckling as she felt his fingers pinch around her clit.<br/><br/>His words painted the most alluring picture, one she now desperately wished to be true. She answered his words with a moan and a driving thrust of her hips upwards, trembling as she felt him drive deeper into her. “I dream of you always, my love. I dream of curling up in your lap in our chair by the fire while you fuck me from beneath the folds of my dress.” A shiver ran through her at the thought of it. “I’ll always be your picture perfect girl, my darling, even when you take me.”