"Why would I think you wanton, Ingrid?" Alexei asked honestly. "Just because you are a virgin, it is not a crime to desire," he pointed out, tipping his finger under her chin and steering her gaze back to his. "Especially if the one you desire is the one you are to marry," he added with a smile, kissing her sweetly. Looking deep into her eyes, he felt his cock throb seeing the hunger in her eyes. She wanted him, desperately, and she didn't know how to ask for him.<br/><br/>"If you ask the Czarina, she would laugh. She'll tell you were she not so shy when she first met Pav over ten years ago, she would have -- in her words -- 'fucked his brains out on the spot.'" Alexei chuckled, knowing that the devotion his kinsman and his love had been established almost instantly. He wondered if he and Ingrid would share that closeness down the road.<br/><br/>"For you, my bride," he held her gaze, his own sincere, "I will make this concession. Find your courage, and tell me what you desire. And I will do everything in my power to fulfill it for you," he promised, his fingers threading through her blonde hair as he brought her mouth down on his passionately.