David watched her face intently, absorbing the pain, the panic, the distress¡K the beauty.
Blyad, she was so breathtakingly beautiful. More so than when she last belonged to him, two years ago. Her facial features were slightly sharper, less soft, more mature. Her curves were all woman. He knew they would fit his hands even better than they had when he'd made love to her last. f**k, he couldn't wait to have her back under his hands, his mouth and his c**k. The years had indeed wrought changes in his young wife. Some good and some that set his teeth on edge, set his blood boiling in his normally icy veins. Changes he intended to ferret out and, god help her if he didn't like the answers.
"No!" she cried and pushed uselessly against him. "Please David! We can't be together! I won't tell
