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The car ride was quiet. Despite Rose’s protests — and even Lissa insisting she could drive — Dimitri’s last-minute decision to come with them meant he was in charge, once again. Fucking Dimitri.
But frankly, even Rose had to admit it was probably the smart choice. While she would swear to all the saints that Dimitri had enshrined in his room that she could absolutely figure out how to operate a car, the reality was that they had the last Dragomir princess with them, with all of the Dominion on high alert looking for them. The last thing they could do was risk a car accident, anyone in the hospital, or landing on the radar of the human police. Though Dimitri hadn’t elaborated much in the tunnel, it was clear from his tone that the Alchemists wanted to keep the Moroi and dhampirs out of the human world — and sending all of them back to a queen who wanted them locked up or dead certainly made things easier for them. Rose may be stubborn, but her stubbornness also meant that she refused to make it any easier for Tatiana to get what she wanted.
Lissa was also in no shape to drive. After all the healing earlier and charming the stake, the toll of spirit was high and she needed to recover as much as possible. Unfortunately, as they made their way into the human world with no IDs, no feeders, and little money, they would probably need her compulsion soon. It would be a necessary evil to save their lives, but the least Lissa could do was sleep to prepare to fight off the inevitable darkness. It may not have been the comfiest arrangement, but Lissa quickly settled into a deep sleep across the backseat of Mason’s car. They also needed to get her blood — that was a tougher dilemma but maybe Dimitri would have some ideas.
Dimitri.
He was sitting next to her in the driver’s seat, stoic as ever. It was funny how Rose had to been so ready to leave everything and run away with Mason, but the minute she had heard about Dimitri’s predicament in prison, she couldn’t believe she ever thought it to be a good idea.
She would tell herself that she went back for Lissa. That without Dimitri to protect her, Lissa would be in danger and Rose couldn’t have that. It was a half-truth. She would never leave Lissa unprotected, and the end result was that she helped keep her safe. But just as Dimitri spent one beat too long looking back before taking Lissa away, Rose knew her heart consistently had the same battle.
Which was funny thinking about it, that the two of them had fallen right back into their rhythm. Despite the breakup, then the fight, then the deception that they were both guilty of, they found themselves back in the same infuriating banter but also the same undeniable attraction.
Rose had compartmentalized it during the battle, but it all came rushing back now in a flood of emotions. The way his eyes found hers across the town square, the way he couldn’t look at her as Mason said goodbye to her. The crippling fear she felt in the tunnel as he was bitten, and the flood of relief when Janine showed up and helped save his life. Rose knew she would’ve fought to the death to protect him, but she also knew she was outnumbered. For the few moments that she let that sink in, she was terrified. And then only short moments later in the forest, when she had witnessed the turning of Andre Dragomir. She didn’t even realize he’d come rushing to her side, but while she struggled with the agony of loss — both hers and Lissa’s — she somehow knew he was there. Even though he didn’t know what was going on in Lissa’s world, he was there comforting her, the two of them always in sync even if they didn’t want to be.
Rose looked over at Dimitri now, trying to decipher his thoughts. He surely wouldn’t be having the same sentimental feelings she was, he was too practiced for that. Despite feeling her eyes on him, he stared straight at the highway in front of them, never looking away even though she was sure he could drive with eyes half-closed.
He was avoiding her, that she was sure of. His jaw clenched, vein in his neck popping from the strain of it. His grip on the wheel steady, but a little tighter than necessary. The rigidity of his shoulders under his duster — how he drove wearing that, Rose would never understand.
Rose knew she could write it off as just stress over their current predicament. Lissa being hunted by Tatiana, Dimitri still wanted for treason. There were lots of reasons to be upset and she could assume any of them, but she knew him better than that. When it came to protecting their lives, he was always strong, never afraid. He faced down a prison sentence to keep her safe, and barely even blinked. She knew it couldn’t be that.
“Alright, Comrade, what’s going on?”
As if he knew she was about to crack, his answer came rehearsed. “Nothing, just trying to find the safest place to stop. With the queen’s coronation and procedures it’s unlikely they would start looking for us now, but we can’t stay near any Moroi villages or anywhere Lissa could be recognized. We’ll probably have to just take a break at a hotel on the side of the road. Lissa needs real rest — as do you.”
She glared at him for a second before swallowing her protests. He was right. Less than two days ago she’d been leaving St. Vladimir’s with Mason, and she hadn’t had time to sleep since. What bothered her more was that he completely deflected her question, but she resisted her urge to yell at him. That seemed to be their thing — he shut himself off, she pushed his buttons, he snapped, and she brought out the real person inside. She didn’t want to fight with him, but sometimes she couldn’t put up with his Zen master facade. She needed to feel the fire within that told her he could feel emotion too, and she was the only one who could make him crack.
But not here with Lissa still sleeping in the backseat. Lissa didn’t understand what it was like to be a dhampir, even if she tried her best. She could tell Rose with a giddy smile that she liked seeing her with Dimitri, without ever understanding what held them back, and her people that created Dimitri’s duty and restraint. She wasn’t going to let Dimitri off easy, but she’d save this for a better time.
“You need rest too, you know. You lost some blood earlier, and may still have some of the endorphins in your system.”
“I know, Rose.” His tone wasn’t harsh, but signified the end of their conversation.
They rode the rest of the way in silence, before Dimitri pulled off at a non-descript town and into the parking lot of a common hotel chain. Just to be safe, Rose went in to complete the check-in process before Dimitri and Lissa snuck in the side door to meet her at their room for the night. Rose wasn’t the queen’s favorite, but at least she wasn’t accused of treason or murder. Luckily, a little flirtatious smile went a long way with the desk manager when she told him she had lost her ID at a bar the previous night, and he had even given them the 2-bedroom suite at the end of the hall near the staircase. Perfect for easy exit should they need to make a run for it, and also the most ideal sleeping situation for the three of them.
The suite had two bedrooms with a living room and bathroom in between, allowing Rose and Lissa to take one room, with Dimitri in the other. It allowed Rose and Dimitri to play out their near guard, far guard routine, with Rose settling into the bed closer to the door as Lissa showered and got ready for bed. Rose could feel Lissa’s nerves but also her immense faith in her guardians to keep her safe. She palmed the number in her pocket that Janine had given her. The others didn’t know yet, but sooner or later she’d have to give her father a call. They needed help — money and fake IDs at the very least, maybe a feeder would help too. She didn’t know for sure that this man could provide any of that, but the confidence with which her mother had told her anything, Rose entrusted her to be sending her to the right place.
Lissa shuffled out of the bathroom with a small smile, and crossed the room to the other bed by the window. Rose could tell she was too tired to engage in any real conversation, so she just returned a smile of reassurance and let her best friend go to sleep. Lissa’s emotions were understandably all over the place, but Rose also knew she was fine, and they could all figure out their plan tomorrow.
Rose changed quickly into a tank top and sleep shorts. Just as she was about to wash up herself, she heard Dimitri’s footsteps heading towards the bathroom. She paused, listening to him as he brushed his teeth and washed his face, a harshly whispered curse falling from his lips as he did so.
Whether it was concern or curiosity, she rose to her feet and slid into the bathroom. She still wanted to talk to Dimitri about everything that had happened and their plan going forward, among many other things.
His eyes caught hers and she pushed open the door, and she saw a level of emotion she wasn’t used to seeing on his face. At least, not when she hadn’t already been pushing him to crack. As her eyes trailed down, she noticed something else. He had taken off his shirt and now stood in the same pajama pants she saw on him in his apartment under house arrest. Though that was normally distraction in itself, on the left side of his neck, with skin rubbed raw was the site where he’d been bitten by the Strigoi in the tunnel. There was barely any wound there at this point and the blood was long gone, but Dimitri had clearly been giving that spot a little extra attention as he had cleaned up.
“Are you okay?” Rose starts.
She expected him to blow her off again, tell her it was nothing and that she should be sleeping. But maybe it was the surprise or the fatigue that had left his defenses down in that moment.
“Roza,” he sighed, walking past her and into his own bedroom, sitting down on the bed. She recognized it as a sign that he was overwhelmed, but he didn’t stop her from following into the doorway of his room as he continued.
“In all my years, I’ve never been bitten by a Strigoi. I’d heard about it from colleagues, but it was always me saving them, never the other way around. Today I felt… useless.”
Rose blinked, surprised by the direction of the conversation but not by the theme. It had become evident so far that Dimitri had been taught by society to measure his self-worth by his skill as a guardian, nothing more. It devastated her that he looked at life that way, and that he thought getting overpowered by that one Strigoi in the tunnel would make him any lesser of a dhampir.
“You can’t think of yourself that way,” Rose protested. “You helped save hundreds of lives today, including Lissa’s. One slip happens to everybody. Even my mother still thinks the world of you, and she was there.”
Dimitri paused, as if contemplating his next words. She saw a flicker of uncertainty, then he lowered his voice and continued, “No, Rose, it was you. I was bitten and so high off the bite, I couldn’t do anything but watch as they almost killed you. I wanted to help more than anything, but the endorphins were so overwhelming I couldn’t even think. I could be the best guardian around, but if I can’t even save you, what’s the point?”
He was diving into dangerous territory. After all that happened the last few weeks, Rose had assumed that Dimitri was now keeping up the charade of solely focusing on protecting his charge. What he was saying now, well, he basically had just admitted that he was more upset that Rose had been in danger than that he had saved Lissa. He could’ve written it all off as just perfectionism — that he didn’t want to see anyone put at risk — but he didn’t.
She couldn’t blame him, though. She knew what he was feeling because she felt it too in that same moment when she was trying to protect him. Helpless. It was a feeling Rose had been trying to forget about, the fact that she almost lost him — again, and for real this time.
“Dimitri, it’s my job to protect you as much as it is yours to protect me,” Rose started. As he had done, she followed him into dangerous waters, her statement completely ignoring their charge who was right across the hall in the other room. “We’re in this together, and we have to be in order to make it out of this alive. You have to trust me to help you, too.”
He looked conflicted, although his face softened at her words. “I know. I do trust you. But I can’t help the need for you to be safe.”
In any other situation, Rose would’ve relished in his admission of feelings and care for her. It brought her back to earlier in the tunnel where he had surely been about to tell her that he loved her. She hadn’t seen him so vulnerable until that point, if only the Strigoi around the corner hadn’t ruined the moment. But he was vulnerable now, and vulnerable when — well, when he was high off the Strigoi’s bite. She couldn’t help the words that tumbled out of her mouth, wrong as they felt.
“How did it feel?” she blurted out.
“I — what?” Dimitri looked confused at the sudden change in the conversation, as if he couldn’t keep up.
Rose paused, feeling self-conscious for half a second before pressing on, her curiosity beating out her shame. “You said it was overwhelming, being bitten. Obviously we’ve all learned about the bite of a Strigoi and how the endorphins freeze you up and you’re too drugged up to fight. But well… I’ve never seen it in action like that. What was it like?”
Dimitri grimaced, seemingly unhappy with re-living that moment. His brow furrowed as he thought about it, and for a second it felt like he was going to shut her down completely, but then surprisingly, he answered.
“It was a lot. I’ve never done any drugs, but I’ve known Moroi who’ve described them as something similar. Euphoric, I suppose,” Dimitri admitted softly.
Rose almost felt bad for asking the question, given the circumstances. But she remembered everything about that incident, and wrong as it was, she couldn’t get it out of her head. The way he had moaned as the first rush of endorphins hit him, the way his eyes rolled into the back of his head. The blissed-out heavy breathing as he struggled to come back to himself. Admittedly, those were things Rose had thought about before, under very different circumstances that didn’t involve Strigoi trying to kill them. But nevertheless, it awakened feelings inside her that she couldn’t help.
“You looked like you enjoyed it,” she murmured, slowly walking over to the bed and sitting down next to him.
Still unsure where she was going with this, he candidly responded, “There was definitely a part of me that did. But I was still conscious enough to realize where we were, that we were both in grave danger. Once that part kicked in, it became crippling fear when I wasn’t able to spring into action. But I guess part of the guilt right now is that I was high as a kite while you were trying to save both our lives. That doesn’t seem fair.” With the newfound proximity, she could see the sincerity in his eyes, that he felt like he hadn’t tried to fight off the high and be stronger.
Rose lightly rested a hand on his thigh, giving it a light squeeze. “It wasn’t your fault. They’re powerful and we knew it would be a bad situation in the tunnel. There’s nothing you can do about the endorphins. It could’ve been me, too.”
Dimitri responded with a tight-lipped smile, but didn’t move away. She knew it was something he’d still have to work through, but she felt better that he seemed a bit lighter than when she’d first found him in the bathroom. Small victories. Enough of a victory that she took a leap of faith.
“Also… it was a shit situation, but now that it’s all over and we’re safe, I can’t stop thinking about the look on your face. It was hot,” she whispered, made shy by the scandalous nature of her comments.
Dimitri raised an eyebrow in surprise, clearly not expecting such a turn. Rose wanted to laugh — being the no-nonsense guardian he was, Dimitri must’ve seen those questions as purely scientific research. Little did he know the dirty thoughts in her mind.
She watched as his eyes glanced at her lips for a second, then back at her eyes. She wasn’t sure if it was her words, their close brush with death, or a need for comfort after all that’s happened, but she could see the exact moment that he caved. The corner of his mouth lifted in the smallest smirk.
“Well, as I said earlier, I never touched any drugs or anything like it. There’s really only one thing in my experience that I can compare the bite to,” he spoke in a low voice, a little bit teasing.
Rose tilted her head and smiled at him, picking up the shift in energy coming from her usually straight-faced mentor. “Mhmm, and what’s that?” she taunted back, knowing the answer but wanting to hear it from his mouth.
Encouraged by her flirty attitude, he broke into a devilish smile. He leaned down to her ear as he’d done once before, the words falling from lips with a trace of that accent she loved so much but he rarely ever let loose. “The blissful high the moment you crest into an orgasm, Roza.”
Rose visibly shivered at his words, the Russian name sending a wave of heat through her body. He only used that on her when he felt particularly emotional, or — as she had learned during their few days of bliss on the Royal Tour — when he was especially turned on . It was usually by accident, but the couple times he’d done it intentionally to tease her… wow, did it do things to her. And he knew it, too. Her lips parted at his words and she felt her breath hitch.
Dimitri pulled back from where he’d leant in, eyes piercing through hers and seemingly seized by a newfound confidence at her words. Rose knew she had caught him off guard, but he caught up to her quickly. It was evident he didn’t like losing the teasing battle either. She liked this side of him.
With a quickness and grace uncharacteristic of guardians his size, Dimitri turned and scooped up her body and wrapped it around his own, while standing up in the process. Within a flash, he managed to close and lock the door to the bedroom, pressing her against it and taking one last deep breath before closing the gap between their lips.
She was ready for him, her mouth parted in invitation for his tongue before he even got there. Rose had learned that when it came to making out, he did not hold back. It had surprised her the first time back at Caroni. She expected a man of such faith and maturity to be much more restrained, much more careful. But wow, Dimitri Belikov blew all of her expectations out of the water.
When he kissed, all of the pent up fire and passion within came boiling to the surface. He was incredibly dominant, lips soft but demanding, tongue sliding sensually across hers. His hands practically gripped her face to prevent her from pulling away, and his mouth moved with a fervor and persistence that simply denied her any opportunity to catch her breath. Breathing was overrated, anyways.
Rose had kissed others before, including Mason countless times, but all of that paled in comparison to the way Dimitri made her feel. No one else could make her heart race and set her on fire the way Dimitri’s lips could, as if every nerve ending was in her body was being torched all at once. He was intense in everything he did, and apparently this was no exception. She flew higher simply kissing him than she had during sex with Mason, and she’d long come to terms with the fact that if he was anything like that in bed, she likely wouldn’t survive getting fucked by Dimitri.
As if sensing her anticipation and need to turn this up a notch, Dimitri latched onto her lower lip with his teeth, torturously pulling it away as a soft sigh fell from her mouth. He slowly slid down her neck, lips suctioning themselves to a particular spot that he knew made her gasp with need. With a gentle bite against her flesh, she couldn’t help but moan her excitement right into his ear.
“So reactive,” he murmured. “I love that about you, Roza.”
Rose blushed at his words, spurred to return the favor. Except she had an even more evil plan in mind. Before she gave herself a chance to question if it was a good idea, Rose pulled her lips onto his neck, licking right over the sensitive flesh the Strigoi had bitten earlier. She didn’t bite — his skin was probably too delicate for that right now — but she lightly grazed her teeth across the spot where she could see the rapidly healing marks left by fangs.
Dimitri seemed surprised but not opposed by the move, fingers tangling in her hair and encouraging her to continue. This permission emboldened Rose, who whispered sultrily, “I can’t bite you like that , but I want to make you feel even better than that Strigoi did. Your pleasure is all mine, Comrade.”
She could feel his hips twitch at that, pressing her tighter into the door, with a soft groan the first indication that their make-out session was affecting him anything like the way it was affecting her. She knew he would normally never admit his arousal at a comparison that involved the most evil creatures of their world, but drunk off of their fervor, he didn’t seem to have such hang-ups right now.
His patience evidently wearing thin, Dimitri backs away from the door, and tosses her back onto the bed with an aggression that made her thighs clench. For a man who was so measured and controlled in everything he did, it was that reckless abandon she saw in his eyes in the tunnel that had her so intrigued. He was showing small glimpses of it in the bedroom, and she wanted nothing more than to bring that out of him tonight.
He stalked towards her in two long strides, quickly bracing himself on the mattress with his hands before dropping his lower body down to tangle with hers.
And oh.
She knew he was… well-endowed, but in the times they’d touched before he had been wearing his guardian attire, or at least training clothes. But now, in this hotel room with nothing but pajama pants and gravity, she felt everything. The idea that that reaction was for her took her breath away and she felt her own hips thrust towards his, to chase the feeling of his erection against her cunt.
She thought he might be shy about it, his body outwardly betraying his desires that he normally tried to keep so discreet. But to her surprise, he ground down harder against her, breath ragged as his face hovered above hers.
“You like that?” he smirked, seemingly knowing exactly what she was thinking. “It’s all for you, Roza. You did this to me.”
“I’m right there with you, Comrade,” she replied breathlessly but with a wink to try to maintain some of her usual Rose Hathaway bravado. He didn’t react at first, but as the words sank in, it seemed curiosity got the better of him. With a sparkle in his eye, he reached down one hand to her slit to find her every bit as wet as he was hard.
He groaned, “Fuck, you’re making it incredibly hard for me to take my time with you when your body is practically begging for my cock.” Rose immediately moaned at his words. Even despite his apparent sexual prowess, she never expected Dimitri to talk dirty in bed. She felt herself throb against his fingers at those words, and his smug expression told her he knew exactly what he was doing.
She couldn’t even find the words to respond, but he quickly moved his hand back up her body, apparently planning to tease some more despite his previous words. He palmed one of her breasts with his hand, brushing his thumb softly against the nipple which was already a hard peak through her tank top. Rose knew she was well above-average when it came to her chest, but Dimitri had large enough hands to manhandle them anyways, and she didn’t realize until now how much that turned her on.
As if no longer satisfied with touching her through her shirt, he grabbed the bottom hem and began to pull it over her head, Rose quickly obliging in helping him. “They’re incredible,” he breathed out, face in awe at her chest. Sometimes she forgot that disciplined guardian or not, Dimitri was a man with the same sexual urges as anyone else. He quickly wrapped his mouth around one, with his hand pinching at the other — just enough to sting in the most delicious way.
As she felt the searing heat travel down to her aching pussy, it appeared Dimitri had the same ideas too. He made his way down to her shorts, barely covering her as it was and they were probably soaked through anyways. He ran his fingers under the band, pulling the layers down with his nails intentionally scraping the the skin along her inner thigh. She shuddered at the flash of desire that surged through her at that.
He began slow, leaving teasing kisses along her inner thighs, the flesh there far more sensitive than any place he’d kissed before. She hadn’t realized how incredible that would be, and as he sucked a hickey into her leg, it dawned on her just how much she enjoyed being marked by him.
She moaned at the thought and Dimitri smirked below her. “You certainly don’t need the foreplay, but I’ve been dying to just eat you alive, Roza.”
Her heart nearly stopped at his words. She felt his tongue, warm and wet, lick all the way up her slit and lightly tease her clit. She felt her hips buck at the contact, with a laugh from Dimitri at her impatience. Dimitri knew exactly what she needed, but he was toying with her for his own amusement.
“Please, fuck, please —“ Rose felt the pleas leave her mouth without any shame. She was too far gone to care at this point, she was ready to explode if Dimitri didn’t give her what she needed. She’d been horny for him for hours, ever since the adrenaline had died down and she had remembered what he looked like with the rush of Strigoi endorphins. Now he was buried in between her legs, inches away from where she needed him, and still had the audacity to tease .
Dimitri smiled at the desperation in her voice, but she could see he wasn’t planning on denying her. This time, he latched onto her clit in earnest, tongue working its magic the same way he’d done to her mouth. And oh he was good with his tongue. It shouldn’t have surprised her given how much skill and intensity he put into kissing her, but having that same wet attention directed at her pussy, she wasn’t sure if she could handle it.
Rose squirmed under his touch which only made him double down, arms pressing her legs apart and holding her down. There were few people in the world who could overpower her, Dimitri being one of them. Knowing that he could do anything he wanted to her, and that she was entirely at his mercy — and that all of things he chose to torture her with this, she was obsessed.
Once again echoing her thoughts without her ever speaking them out loud, Dimitri paused to peer up at Rose through dark eyelashes, eyes smoldering and mouth salivating at her wetness.
“There’s no chance I’m letting you win here. I’m not letting you go until you come for me.” His voice carried a determination as if he expected Rose to challenge him the way she always did, but she couldn’t fight him even if she wanted to. Her legs already felt like jelly and his words had her on the edge, ready to burst.
As if to prove how much he controlled her, he slid two fingers into her cunt, curling immediately into her G-spot, the pleasure searing through her like a sharp bolt of lightning. Somehow he figured out her body immediately without ever touching her there before, and she felt intoxicated by his skill. Rose started to grind against his mouth, needing more contact, body taking over too fast for her to be embarrassed by it.
Dimitri loved it. “Let go, Roza, let me watch it overcome you. Please. ” He pleaded in between licks of the tongue, and she knew she was powerless to resist. The sincerity of his voice to accompany the dirty words laced with that accent he could no longer stave off in this moment. She nearly screamed as she felt it come on, seizing every muscle in her body as the explosion coursed through her. Her legs tightened around his head, but he continued licking her through it, helping her ride out the aftershocks with additional tickles of pleasure as she couldn’t stop the breathy moans coming from her mouth. He uttered words softly as she came down from her high, almost reverent, though she couldn’t tell if they were even in English.
Rose gave herself a second to breathe, but knew immediately she needed to blow his mind the same way he’d just done to her. In retaliation, Rose flipped them over in one swift move, a weird deja vu to the way she straddled him in the church during the benchmarks. She saw the same flicker of pride in his face, the same arousal that she’d been forced to ignore last time. He grinned as she scrambled to get to his pants, the thin piece of fabric doing nothing to conceal how unbelievably hard he was for her. She pulled them down, hearing him hiss as the band caught on the oversensitive head. He watched as she wrapped her hand around his silky smooth shaft, teeth biting down on his lower lip at the pressure. Rose slowly slid down maintaining eye contact, then licked a slow, wet stripe from his balls up to the head.
Dimitri grunted, “You fucking tease.” While Rose had noticed he wasn’t afraid to curse here and there as necessary, she always felt like he tried to restrain himself in daily conversation. Hearing that word fall from his lips was not only incredibly sexy, but was also a clear sign for Rose that she was getting him to that uncontrolled pleasure she so desired to see.
It spurned her on, enveloping as much of his dick in her mouth as she could, and allowing the saliva to dribble down to where her hand was to wrap around the rest of him. She then put all she had into his pleasure, sucking and moaning and taking him as deep as she could. Cupping the balls and swirling her tongue lightly around the head, she wanted to watch him completely fall apart as his hands fell to grab her head. Accidentally going a little too deep, she gags on the head of his cock, tears stinging her eyes but relishing the choked sound that comes from Dimitri’s mouth. She took the second to pause to look up at the most incredible sight.
Dimitri Belikov, guardian-extraordinaire, mouth parted, eyes completely unfocused but desperately trying to make eye contact with her anyways. His chest rose and fell with a heavy rhythm as he borderline struggled to breathe. She could see the way his abs tensed as he willed himself not to move, and his thighs involuntarily shook from the pleasure.
It would’ve brought Rose great enjoyment to just finish him off like that, to taste him in her mouth and swallow him down as though he’ll be permanently part of her. But Dimitri clearly had other plans. Dazed as he was, he quickly pulled her up his body, pressing his lips to hers and nails running along her back, causing her to shiver.
As if they’d somehow practiced this, she smoothly slid onto his cock with precision, watching as his eyes fluttered shut at the sensation.
“Holy shit,” he gritted out. Rose could see the struggle in his scrunched face as he fought off the pleasure from overwhelming him too fast. “So wet, so tight.”
“Maybe you’re just too big,” she retorted. She knew what that comment would do for his male pride, internally rolling her eyes at the smug satisfaction in his face. But it was the truth — he was bigger than anyone she’d ever taken before, and the stretch burned as if he were taking another layer of her virginity, where she was brand new to a dick like his. She felt so full, and immediately knew she was addicted to that feeling.
He smirked, feeling uncharacteristically cocky at getting the compliment every man wants to hear. “Maybe that’s how I ruin you for everyone else.” She shuddered at the thought. It was a teasing comment from Dimitri, inspired by the heat of the moment, but she knew it to be all too true already.
His words only pushed Rose to torture him, a slow roll of her hips taunting what was to come. Unfortunately it backfired, the angle hitting that sweet spot inside her and they both groaned violently in unison.
That sound thrilled her, given that all she could think about since the tunnel was the way Dimitri succumbed to the euphoria of the bite. She had to admit it made her a little jealous, that her immortal enemy could be the cause for Dimitri’s pleasure. She needed to hear those noises again, without the Strigoi this time.
Rose raked her nails down his bare chest that she loved so much, admiring the glazed over look in his eyes. Bracing herself on either side of his face, she tilted her hips back and gave a few experimental thrusts, watching his face as he growled her name.
Rose was delighted. “Are you going to moan for me the way you did for that Strigoi?” she taunted.
She watched the words register with the thrust of his hips into hers, derailing her train of thought.
He chuckled, “With you on top of me that won’t be a problem. But only if you return the favor.”
Rose smiled at him, amused by the way he turned the question on her. It thrilled her to know that he wanted to hear her the same way she did him.
She rose to her knees and tossed her hair back, giving Dimitri the best view of her breasts as she bounced on him. With another one hand, he cupped one of her breasts. With the other, he gave a strong smack to her left ass cheek. Rose clenched down on him as she felt the sting, her hips stuttering and putting a near vice grip on his dick. Dimitri cried out at the unexpected sensation, “Fuck, Roza!”
Breathless, Rose croaked, “Do it again.” He immediately obliged, repeating the motion a couple of times. Like clockwork, there was the same squeeze and sharp pleasure, with Dimitri panting harshly as if it was too much, but all too addicting at the same time.
Rose could see the moment his resolve cracked, after the 4th smack of her ass. His eyes blazed with impatience and blinding lust. With a growl, he brought her chest down to his, wanting to feel the contact of her luscious tits against him. He began thrusting his hips up to meet hers, taking over from below. He picked up the pace, pounding into her with fervor as he chased his pleasure.
“You’re so good, fuck.”
If Rose wanted a vocal Dimitri, she was getting it. To see someone who was so reserved and restrained in life so overwhelmed in bed, she knew it had to be the emotions of recent events and their first time together, but she loved it nonetheless. After all that’s happened, she needed to see that fire in him. She let out a groan of her own at the thought.
As if desperately getting too close to the edge, Rose felt him snake a hand down to her clit, fingers getting re-acquainted with the sweet spot he had spent so much time on earlier. At the same time, his other hand reached for her throat, applying firm pressure but not enough to restrict her airflow, all while bringing her lips to his. Rose had no idea how he knew, but she absolutely loved that level of dominance he exerted over her, moaning into his mouth at the feeling.
He continued to relentlessly buck up into her, all sense of decorum forgotten as he let his eyes roll back and wordless sounds fell from his mouth. As if almost too gone to form the words, he slurred, “Come for me, Roza, please. I need to feel you, give me your pleasure.”
Apparently Rose couldn’t deny him anything because the moment she heard those words, something inside her snapped. She heard her own whines as he ripped her orgasm out of her, white hot pleasure causing her to bite down on his shoulder to quiet her sounds. Though she’d had orgasms before by herself or with Mason, for the first time in her life, she absolutely shattered, feeling her entire body buzz with an electric current she’d never felt before. She knew he wasn’t far behind, as he came with an unexpectedly forceful growl and a stutter of the hips, some word barked in what sounded like Russian but she couldn’t be sure.
She came down from her high to find herself collapsed on his chest. His eyes were closed, but a ghost of a smile played across his lips.
“Did that answer any of your questions?”
“Hmmm, what’s that?” Rose hummed, still drunk off their tryst.
Dimitri laughed, “I think it’s safe to say that sex was far more pleasurable, Roza.”
She smiled, then thought about it for a second before responding. “Only with you. I don’t think I’ve ever experienced sex like that before.”
“Honestly, me neither,” he looked at her. “But no vampire bite of any sort would compare to that. You’re not missing much.”
They both laughed, high off a different type of endorphins.
She lightly pressed a kiss to his cheek before getting up to find her clothes. She didn’t know what would come next for them, but with the three of them running for their lives, she was glad they were able to give into their desires for each other. Notably, Dimitri didn’t seem to shut down or regret what they’d done, and he seemed less distraught than when she’d found him in the bathroom earlier.
“So… I’ll see you around,” Rose teased from the doorway, heading back toward Lissa’s room.
“Yeah,” Dimitri laughed in response, his answer much more natural than the last time he gave it. “I’ll see you around.”