I know of my wife’s aversion to cameras, hence why I forbid my subordinates carrying them around us or recording any videos.

But, right now she’s looking really pretty in the dress that’s hugging her soft curves and skin. I felt the need to immortalize this image so I can look back whenever I want.

“Please?” My voice a soft murmur as my lips pressed on her bare shoulder. “Just one picture. For me only. You’re so fucking beautiful, my Printsessa.” I’ll kneel down if I have to.