Rosetta felt perfunctory dizziness when Yuri threw her over his shoulder. His one hand was right on her buttocks, clasping them and making her feel such giddiness and excitement that her femininity spontaneously throbbed with anticipation.
“Yuri, put me down!” she ordered in a low but firm voice.
“Don’t worry, I will—when I see the right location where to put you down, moy tsvetochek,” his answer. The direction, where his long purposeful strides led, was obvious. It told her he was going to take her to the master bedroom, which they used together.
Her hand clutched at his shirt instinctively, closing her eyes as the motion in an upside down position was making her feel woozy. When she opened her eyes, he was already opening the door to the room and closing it. And a few moments later, h
