This is by far the chapter I've most wanted to post! I should warn that there's mature content ahead (I kept forgetting in all the other chapters, but this one is the most graphic so far). I hit 390 views just yesterday on this story, which is amazing! Thanks guys! Thanks to the new and old reviewers, it really means a lot :D

Chapter Eleven

I grinned as we entered Eddie's room. It wasn't particularly big, but he'd improvised as best as possible by shoving his bed against the wall so there was plenty of room to dance and someone had obviously leant him some speakers, which were on top of his set of drawers. Beside the speakers were several bottle of alcohol.

Excitement surged through me. I hadn't done anything like this for so long. It would be nice to finally forget about all the drama and just enjoy myself. I instantly gravitated towards the vodka and poured myself a drink into one of the plastic cups Eddie had provided and went to grab a seat on the bed before more people came. Christian sat next to me and Lissa on his other side.

Lissa was drinking wine, whereas Christian and I had gone for the hardest stuff we could find. Eddie's room was soon packed, mainly with novices, and he cranked the volume of the music up, letting the proper dance music reverberate around the room and make my heart pound against my chest.

I downed my drink quickly and went to get both Christian and I another, since he promised to reserve my seat on the bed. Lissa was sipping on her drink and so I doubted she'd get very drunk. It appeared Christian and I shared a goal, though, and I increased the amount of vodka in my vodka and coke twofold.

After a while of us chatting and laughing, Christian and I finishing another three drinks, Adrian approached us. He had been talking to a group of novices and Eddie, but apparently had got bored. He was drinking his own alcohol and had clearly adapted – his face gave away how drunk he really was.

"Care to dance?" He directed it at me and I shook my head, giggling.

"I'm not sure I can stand up." I admitted. "Dance with Liss, she's barely drank."

Adrian turned his attention to my best friend and raised an eyebrow. She chuckled, but accepted his invitation. They moved into the clump of people that we insanely close due to the lack of space.

I returned my gaze to Christian, expecting him to be jealous, but instead I saw that all his attention was on me, not a hint of envy in his face. "Want another drink?" He inquired, moving to get me one before I had even answered.

I thanked Christian when he passed me the cup, suddenly very conscious of my body. We moved closer together so that it was easier for us to talk – the music was surprisingly loud. "Enjoying yourself?" I inquired, tilting my body so that my curves were emphasised through the thin material of my dress.

Christian's eyes followed my movements and he nodded, eyes finally returning to mine. "It's getting better." I caught the meaning behind his words and I felt the heat growing. "I'm incredibly drunk."

"Me too." I commented, taking another sip of the strong drink. I sensed that we were getting closer together, but didn't attempt to stop myself. I knew we weren't going to do anything stupid at a party with Lissa, but I was willing to push my luck a little bit.

"Would you like to dance?" I had a passing thought that I probably shouldn't, especially since I'd turned Adrian down, but I ignored it and downed my drink, accepting Christian's hand and allowing him to drag me into the centre of the floor. I glanced around to make sure we weren't near Lissa, before grinding shamelessly against him.

This was the way to dance. Christian's hands were incredibly tight on my hips whilst one of my hands rested on his chest, the other wrapping around his neck. My heels meant that I was almost face to face with him and I bit my lip as the music coursed through me.

We seemed impossibly close as we were grinding together, trying to control ourselves whilst also being incredibly conscious of our surroundings. I kept making sure we were only dancing as everyone else was – there was nothing too sexual about our movements.

Only there was, and we both knew it. Christian's hand crept down to caress my bum more than once, just as our mouths kept getting scarily close to each other.

Christian's lips were suddenly hovering around my ear and I shivered in his arms at the words he whispered to me.

"I want you."

"I know."

It was my immediate response and our eyes found each other, he knew that I wanted it too, that I was almost desperate with our bodies this close, the alcohol making me even more daring.

We decided it was best to go and sit back down after that, before we really did get carried away. We both knew we were on the verge and it wasn't a good position to be in.

Sipping on another drink that Christian had gotten me, I spied Lissa on the edge of the group dancing with Eddie. She'd drank a lot more since getting up to dance and was buzzing around the edges. She was oblivious that Christian and I had even moved from the bed.

We sat close, it was like we couldn't help ourselves, and chatted mindlessly. Everything we said had no meaning, though, and all that we thought about was each other. Our encounter in the gym was running through my mind, the time we'd almost given in again when I'd slept in his bed. All the times I'd wanted Christian were consuming me and I found myself growing incredibly heated, flushing as I watched Christian's lips as he spoke meaningless words to me.

He stopped mid-sentence at my expression and his turned slack. I bit my lip as we studied each other. I could tell he was warring with himself mentally and he let out a small groan.

Our eye contact was broken by the door bursting open, though. We both turned, shifting away from each other slightly as an automatic response, and I cursed mentally at who I saw in the doorway.

Dimitri was stood, grimacing at everyone in the room. "Everyone out." He commanded. "Party's over."

Christian and I stood reluctantly from the bed and were at the back of the pile of people who were filtering out of the door. The music had ceased, but Eddie couldn't really sort out the mess his room was in now since he had to go back with Lissa.

When I reached Dimitri, he was fixing me with a disapproving look and I almost blanched under his scrutiny. It must be obvious that I was drunk out of my mind. I could barely keep a straight face as he watched me. "Rose, could I have a word, please?" He inquired, his voice stern.

I was about to begrudgingly accept when an arm wrapped around my waist and Christian appeared beside me. "I'm afraid that won't be possible, Guardian Belikov, Rose has to take me home."

I caught the double meaning in his words and the arm around my waist was almost possessive. I smirked at Christian. "Oh really?" There was a glint in my eyes I knew he'd see.

He opened his mouth to reply, but Dimitri interrupted. "Rose-"

"We really have to go." Christian didn't let him finish. "Guardian Rose," I giggled, it was definitely an improvement on Guardian Hathaway. "I'm feeling faint, would you please escort me back to my room." Christian's smirk was enough to make me almost bite my lip, though I resisted.

"Sorry, Comrade, they always come first."

I heard Christian's snort, though he tried to cover it with a cough, as he pulled me out of the door, leaving Dimitri scowling after us. Once we'd rounded the corner and were sure that Dimitri wasn't following us, I let myself giggle. "I'm in so much trouble." I told Christian, though the excitement was pumping through me and I didn't care at all that his arm was still around me.

"Care for a drink? It might help." Christian pulled a half full bottle of vodka from behind his back and my eyes widened and I snatched it off him, taking a gulp.

I bent down to remove my heels as we carried on walking, sharing the bottle between us. We'd spent time talking to Dimitri and so the corridors were silent except for my occasional giggles as Christian either whispered something dirty in my ear, or allowed his hand to roam from my waist.

When we were almost back to his room, I stumbled for the first time, though Christian immediately steadied me, causing us to come face to face. All humour drained from him and his lips were on mine insistently before I could even breath. The hand that wasn't carrying my shoes wrapped into his hair and dragged us even closer together, our bodies moulding perfectly as we moved backwards, me shoving Christian into the wall.

The realisation that we were still in the corridor came quickly, though, and we just managed to pull apart, lacing our hands together as we moved the short distance to Christian's room.

As soon as the door was locked, I threw down my shoes and Christian discarded the bottle, shoving me against the door and kissing me roughly. Our hands were everywhere and I moaned into the kiss, pulling back and guiding Christian to the bed.

I bit my lip as an idea came into my head, shoving him down onto the bed, removing my clothing and then climbing on top of him.

I held his arms above his head and smirked as he struggled to break free. "I don't think so." I murmured into his ear, biting the lobe gently and causing him to let out a faint groan.

I continued to kiss around his jaw, coming dangerously close to his lips, but never touching them. Christian moved his head, trying desperately to capture my lips in his, but I was always too quick to avoid him, continuing to tease mercilessly, moving down his neck and sucking gently, wary not to leave any marks.

When I reached his collar, I moved one of my hands from his to loosen his tie and undo the buttons deftly. Because he was laying down I couldn't remove it completely, but I opened it enough to be able to run my hand, leaving soft nail marks down his chest. Using both my hands, I brought his wrists to either side of him, continuing to hold them, almost painfully, and restricting his movement.

I kissed down his chest whilst he struggled to break free. "Rose." He gasped my name when I reached the edge of his trousers and nipped at the skin.

I released both of his hands, since I needed to undo his belt and trousers, but when he went to touch me, I sent him a warning look. "Don't you dare." His eyes widened at my tone and he clenched his fists into the bedding, watching me with such lust in his eyes that I almost gave in and let him ravish me the way he wanted to.

When I pulled his trousers and pants down his legs, I returned my hands to holding his wrists and my mouth went to his throbbing erection. I smirked as his eyes widened and I licked his tip. "Rose, please."

I ignored his protests and struggling, moving my mouth up and down his length and smiling at his strangled moans. His hips began to buck unconsciously, almost making me gag. My tongue continued to swirl, though and I could feel his hips getting more and more desperate.

When I knew he was close, I removed my mouth, smirking at his disappointed face. Moving his hands so that they were above his head, I reached across to the bedside table and retrieved a condom, working it over his cock and then working myself over it, eliciting a gasp from both of us.

I began to ride him slowly, teasing him so much that his face began to contort in desperation. "Please Rose." His eyes were wide as my naked form moved up and down in front of him. "I need you." He pleaded, struggling once again against my hands. "I need to touch you."

I removed one of my hands, making sure that my grip on him was still secure, and moved it to rub myself, I threw my head back and moaned, increasing my speed automatically and allowed Christian to buck his hips against me. "I don't need you." I replied, meeting his eyes as a wave of pleasure coursed through me,

I was so close to my release and Christian sensed that, and my moment of weakness, breaking free from my grip and flipping our positions.

Now I was on my back and a wild Christian was in control. His face was alive with a powerful smirk as he positioned his cock at my entrance. "You don't need me?" He answered, taunting me without remorse.

I moaned, moving my hips so that his tip just entered me. "Christian." I groaned out his name louder than I'd meant to and he pushed into me hard, causing me to gasp in a mixture of pleasure and pain.

"Say it." He growled as he continued to pound me, still not letting me go. I cried out as one of his hands grabbed my nipple and twisted it roughly. "Say it."

"Fuck Christian, I need it." His eyes narrowed. "I need you."

He released my hands then and we were instantly all over each other. His rhythm never ceased, and I gasped, my hands raking down his chest and back whilst his tangled in my hair and cupped my bum.

Soon after we found our release and Christian collapsed down on top of me. I welcomed his weight and we both lay in silence, too out of breath to say anything.

We traced patterns on each other's skin, lightly touching, but still not saying anything. Eventually, Christian rolled off me and allowed me to curl into his side after he removed the entirety of his clothing.

I could feel myself drifting off quickly, the alcohol and the sex making me tired. "Night Christian." I whispered against his chest, perfectly content to be surrounded by him.

He leant down and placed a gentle kiss on my forehead. "Goodnight Rose."

To Joleigh13, you totally knew where I was going with this chapter ;) Hope you liked it! :D