A/N: I am super sorry for taking so damn long to upload! This chapter was a pain in the ass to write since Rose and Chris have little interaction. I don't really like this chapter but the story must go on. Thank you to everyone who has stuck around with this story and to all the people who read this. I will try to get the next one out sooner than this one. Enjoy

You should need no warning, but this contains Sexual content.

Okay this wasn't supposed to happen. When I came to talk to Christian, that was all that was supposed to happen; talk. But here I am, in the attic of the chapel, on a table, on my back, with Christian's head between my legs. Fuck this feels so good.

I toss my head as his tongue swirls my engorged clit. The tip of his fang catches it and my back comes off the table, "Christian, oh shit, Chris." His name leaves my mouth like a prayer; ironic considering where we are.

He lifts his head, his mouth covered in my juices, "I forgot how amazing you taste Rose. I'm not letting you off this table until I've had my fill." His blue eyes burn with lust, mirroring my own.

His head disappears again as he shoves a finger inside of me. I bite my lip to keep from screaming.

This was not how I pictured our talk.

A few hours ago

I am on my way to see Lissa and Adrian when I run into Christian. It's been a few days since I got back into the academy and I hadn't gotten the chance to see him. I won't deny that I had missed Christian. His face had filled my dreams while I was on the wretched hunt for Dimitri. He was a distraction that I welcomed.

I had caught him on his way to train a few kids. Seeing him had lifted my spirits a bit. We had a few laughs, but then I brought up Lissa. "No, no," his face hardens at the mention of Lissa. "I knew you were going to go there."

"Christian! She loves you. You know what happened wasn't her fault-"

"I know that," he interrupts, "but that doesn't mean it didn't hurt." I wanted to say more, to say that he's hurt her worse. I know deep down he knows that, but I don't want to push. I nod, "Okay, I'll leave it alone, for now. But we need to talk." He sighs, "Fine, but I can't right now. Meet me at the chapel after dinner." We say our goodbyes and leave.

All day I had been thinking of a way to get them back together. Lissa was miserable, even if she tried to hide it from others.

I welcome this distraction. It takes my mind away from Russia.

I am heading to the chapel after dinner; still trying to think of what to tell him. I step into the attic when I feel hands wrap around my waist. I was about to attack when I felt the tips of fangs graze my neck. I gasped and shivered; memories of the endorphins coming to the surface. Then I heard Christian's voice, "I missed you Rose." I try to swallow the lump in my throat as his hand disappears under my shirt. I have to fight to keep my eyes open, "Chris, we need…to talk….oh!" His hand squeezes my breast, hard. He pecks my neck, "I told you I don't want to talk about that Rose." His fingers play with my nipple as his other hand unbuttons my jeans and disappears inside.

He takes my ear into his mouth and a small moan leaves me as his fingers trace my core through my panties. He says, "I missed you Rose. I missed your body thrashing under me." He slides my panties to the side and traces my lips, which are now coated. He moans, "Damn Rose. Already so wet." I place my hands on his, "Chris, no, we can't."

He slips his fingers inside me, "Do you remember what I told you? During the attack?" I throw my head back at his slow torment. I shake my head. He keeps kissing my neck, "I told you to wait until later. Only we didn't get a later. Do you remember why?" Once again he grazes my neck with his fangs and I gasp. I can't think straight. He growls, "Answer me Rose." I try, "Um…oh…..um there was….shit…..um the attack!"

He pinches my clit and I let out a small squeal. He says, "Very good Rose. And after the attack was over, what happened?" He tugs my sensitive nub. How can he expect me to talk when he is doing this to me? We need to talk about Lissa. I shouldn't be feeling this way. I just got back from killing the love of my life! This has to stop.

"No….No more." My voice comes out broken.

For a moment my mind wonders. It goes back to Russia. Back to when Dimitri held me captive. When he would tease me with his touches and kisses. His red eyes flash in front of me. My jaw begins to quiver. No…I can't think about that. Not yet.

Christian's hand pinches me once again and I gasp. Thoughts of Russia quickly fading.

"That isn't what I asked you Rose. What happened after?" He thrusts his hips into my backside and I can't help but groan. He is killing me here.

He bites my shoulder and I yelp. His voice is low as he says, "Answer Rose." I growl, "I left!"

His hands leave my body and I stumble at the loss. Disappointment washes over me, even though this is the right thing.

He spins me around to face him, "Yes you left. Without even a goodbye. That was fucked up Rose." I look away, "I couldn't Christian. I couldn't say goodbye to anyone. It would have been harder." His fingers grab my chin and he forces me to look at him. His eyes are hard as he says, "It was hard not knowing if you were alive or not."

My chest aches at the thought of him worrying over me. He shouldn't, but he did. I say the only thing I can, "I'm sorry."

He doesn't say anything. Instead he claims my mouth with his. His kiss is angry, passionate, and relived. I can feel it all and I respond without a second thought. I slip my tongue into his mouth and he groans. My hands slip under his shirt; in a matter of seconds it's on the floor. As our lips move in hard patterns my hands fumble with his pants. In a few seconds I am yanking them down. God I missed this, missed having someone.

I want to taste him.

I rip my mouth from his and drop to my knees. My face is lined up with his throbbing erection; my mouth waters as I remember oh too well what that feels like. Christian shifts away and I pout. His hand is in my hair and he tugs me up; causing me to let out a small moan. He shakes his head as he says, "Not tonight Rose. It's my turn to make you lose control."

Present

My hands have disappeared into Christian's hair as he continues to fuck me with his mouth. The reason why I came to see him has completely left me.

"Chris!" His name comes out broken as I fall apart. His mouth and tongue don't stop. He keeps going which seems to prolong my orgasm. My entire body shakes as the pleasure takes over me. Christian stands up as he licks his lips. His eyes are hot as he stares at my naked body sprawled out on the table. I feel exposed and vulnerable; I can't help but like it.

"Fuck, Chris….." My breathing is coming out uneven. He smirks, "Did I mention how much I missed you Rose?" I try to catch my breath, "I think…..you….just…..showed me." I look down and see his large bulge poking out of his boxers. My body becomes hot once again as I see his hand reach down and stroke it. I manage to sit up and my hand joins his. He throws his head back slightly as I slip my hand inside and come into contact with his hard flesh. "You know, Chris, I missed you too. I'm sorry I hurt your feelings."

He opens his eyes and looks at me, "You…mm better be….ah sorry." I place my lips on his and kiss him as slowly as I stroke him. His moan runs through me and my hand tightens on him. "Rose…."

I bring myself closer to the edge and drag him towards me. Between kisses I say, "I'm….sorry…..Chris….really." He growls, "Prove it." My lips go to his neck while I lower his boxers. I lift my mouth to his ear as I whisper, "I want you to fuck me, hard." I rub his tip along my entrance and I shiver at the contact. He growls again; I like it when he does that. His hip thrusts forward and his tip goes in slightly. I gasp as he stretches me. He asks, "Is that what you want Rose?" He pulls out and I whimper. He thrusts again, his head going further than last time. I try to move closer but he holds me down. Now I growl, "Yes." He smirks, "Yes what?" I glare at him but he pulls back once again.

Okay I am done playing games.

My hand goes into his hair and I pull hard. He groans and his hold becomes slack. I take advantage of his distraction. I push him; causing him to land on the chair. He looks at me with dark blue eyes, "Rose…." My name comes out low and menacing. I have to fight the urge to shiver. Without saying a word I get off the table and walk to him.

His eyes go up and down my naked body. I see his cock twitch; I bite my lip as I watch it. When I reach him I lower my head, my hair making a curtain around him. I crash my lips to him, kissing him with all my desire. I want him; I need him now.

I grab his throbbing erection, line him up with my core, and slam down. He rips his mouth from my and throws his head back, a loud moan leaving him. I pant and gasp as he stretches me to my limit; this feeling very familiar. I rock my hips against him; our moans coming together. I place my hands on his shoulders. His scorching gaze clashes with mine as I say, "It's what I need, Christian."

I lift myself off of him but then quickly slam down again. He groans as his hands go to my hips. He rocks me against him; causing him to hit my spot. My mouth falls open as a silent moan leaves me. This feels good. He feels good.

But he is going to slow. I place my hands on his and move on my own. I ride him hard and fast. His fingers dig deep into me but I don't care. I love it.

His head is thrown back, his eyes fighting to stay open. His wild look makes me go faster.

My moans echo through the room; I know I am being loud but I can't find it in myself to give a damn. I was so broken when I came back from Russia. I know i still am, but at this moment I feel whole, I feel alive. Christian is my distraction; he takes my mind away from all the horrors.

I feel him latch on to my breast and he sucks like a man dying of thirst. The sensation is overwhelming. I place my hands on his chest as I continue to bounce, the burning in my belly growing. Christian's pants make me go faster, "Faster, Rose, shit this feels…..fuck!" His hips being to thrust into me, causing the friction to increase. My nails dig into his chest leaving visible marks.

His tongue goes to swirl my hardened nipple when he suddenly bites down on it. My movement falters as my orgasm rockets through me unexpectedly. I scream his name as I am whisked away into orgasmic bliss. He thrust into me a few more times before I feel him stiffen as he releases inside of me.

I slump over him and he wraps his arms around me. Both of us are panting, trying to catch our breath. I feel him go soft but he doesn't remove himself from me. After a few minutes he says, "Are you okay?" I know he isn't talking about what we just did; because that was great. I say, "How much do you know?" His hands stroke my back and for the first time in a long time I feel myself relaxing.

"I know that you love him. That you went to kill him so his soul could be free." For some reason Christian knowing doesn't bug me as much. Maybe it's because of how 'close' we've gotten.

I sigh and decide there is no point in lying to him, "It hurts, but I am happy I did it." He kisses my forehead, "I'm sorry Rose. For everything." I don't know what 'everything' implies but I don't want to ask. I kiss the marks I left on him, "You know this isn't why I wanted to meet you up here." He chuckles, "I know but I couldn't contain myself when I saw you. I was so worried about you while you were away, that when I saw you I knew I wasn't going to keep my hands off of you." My chest lightens at his words. It's nice to know; even if we don't love each other it's nice to know he cares about me.

I sigh, "Chris, what's going to happen?" I feel him stiffen, "What do you mean?" I tilt my head up to look at him, "With Lissa, with us?" I don't know if there even is an 'us'. We just have sex; amazing sex, but still nothing more.

He doesn't say anything for a few moments. I just lay on him waiting to hear his reply. Finally he answers, "Liss and I…..I don't know. Our relationship has been rocky ever since Avery got here. I know attacking and sleeping with her best friend isn't something I should have done. But I don't regret it. As for us….." He tilts my head up and places his lip on mine. Slowly he kisses me and my head begins to swim. He bites my lips softly as he pulls away; my core tightens, getting turned on by that simple kiss.

"What do you want Rose?" I look at him confused; I don't know what I want.

I want to forget Russia, I want Dimitri back, I want Lissa and Christian to fix things, and I want to stop getting in between them. But at that moment all those thoughts disappear as I stare into Christian's blue eyes. I want to forget everything. I want him to make me forget my own name. Chris can take the pain away. It's wrong and I know it. I can still feel Lissa's devastation over losing him. I should be fixing things for her, not stealing his attentions.

But I want to think of myself for once. When I left to Russia it was for Dimitri. When I came back it was for Lissa. But now I want something for me. It's selfish and the worst thing ever, but I wanted Christian for myself right now.

As slowly as possible I rock my hips against his. I feel his cock twitch inside of me and he bites his lip. I kiss his neck as I continue my ministrations. I say, "Right now, I want you." He moves his hips up making me moan on his neck. I hear him say, "Take what you want Rose. I won't stop you."

His words are dangerous, but I won't deny them. He is giving me what I want and I plan on taking advantage of that.