Oops! I accidentally uploaded chapter 1 again, sorry! And thanks for letting me know :)
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The smell of freshly made pancakes woke me up. I rolled over into my front, expecting to find myself a warm Russian. Instead, the bed was empty. I sat up and spotted Dimitri setting the breakfast onto a tray from the cart-thing that room service bring in. Luckily for me, he only had his boxers on and he caught me checking out his perfect behind.
"Ahh, so you're awake?" I nod, patting the space beside me.
"How long have you been up?" He bought the tray over and climbed in, setting it down on his lap.
"About twenty minutes. I knew you'd be hungry, so I called up for room service. Is bilini ok?" He had a very sexy smirk on his face, jammy bugger; he knew exactly why I would be hungry this morning.
"Perfect. Now come over here." He grinned and leaned in. I kissed him with a bit more force than one would deem appropriate this early in the morning, but he defiantly enjoyed it.
"As much as I would like to carry on, you need to eat. You need your strength for what I have planned for you." Bloody hell. He winked and I nearly jumped him, fuck the breakfast.
He offered me a plate and my stomach gave me away. I wolfed down my breakfast and waited impatiently for him to finish. As soon as he set the tray down on the bedside table I pounced. Needless to say, we didn't leave the hotel room for some time.
A few hours – and a shower – later, we emerged from the room. Hand in hand we walked into the bustling streets of St. Petersburg, no map or itinerary planned, just following our noses. Well, Dimitri's nose. I had no idea where we were going, and he had been here before.
We had a quick look around Peterhof and The Hermitage museum before lunch. The rooms were absolutely magnificent, and I had never seen gardens like it. We'd been on school trips with the academy, but America didn't have this type of history. Just knowing that hundreds of years ago, Tsars and Tsarists were walking in my exact footsteps was amazing.
We ate lunch in a small cafe on the corner of the street. You know, the type of one where the owners have been there for generations, and they know all the locals? I loved that. We went to the Leningrad Zoo until closing time, and leisurely made our way back to the hotel, stopping for a bite to eat in one of the local Russian-Olive-Garden-equivalents.
Dimitri handed me the door key and hung back as we approached the room, which surprised me. I shrugged and opened the door.
I gasped as I saw what awaited me.
The scent of roses hit me as I stood in the doorway. There were vases of red, purple and light pink roses everywhere, and a bucket with Champaign in ice on the bedside table. The lights were off, but red and pink candles were scattered all over the room, filling the room with a beautiful glow.
"What...?" I was frozen in place, taking in the wondrous sight in front of me.
"I arranged it this morning. I promised I would worship your body, and tonight I will." His low and husky voice sent shivers down my spine. He took my hand and led me into the room, closing the door.
He let go of my hand to open the bottle of Champaign and poured us two glasses. I raised my eyebrow – or tried – but he just smiled. "You can drink at 18 in Russia." We chinked our glasses and took a sip, all the while maintaining intense eye contact. It was chilled to perfection and I could tell it was the expensive kind.
When I had finished, he took my glass and set it down before taking my hand and drawing me closer. We touched all along our bodies and the electricity crackled between us. He leaned down and brushed my lips with his, barely touching. I wrapped my arms round his neck and deepened the kiss. He tangled his fingers in my hair and wrapped the other arm around my waist, leading me over to the bed.
***M rated scene***
He laid me down on the bed gently, his body covering mine. His hand wrapped around my waist slid down the back of my thigh and pulled it so it was wrapped around him. He pulled back and took off my top, his eyes focusing immediately on my chest. I helped him get out of his jeans as he pulled his top over his head. I wriggled out of my shorts and laid back, letting him do whatever he wanted.
My underwear was thrown over his shoulder faster than I thought was possible, and I lay naked for him, ready and waiting. He kissed me, his mouth rough and needy against mine. I moaned and arched my back, desperate to feel him against me.
He broke away for air first, reaching behind my head and retrieved a basin from the bedside table. He resumed kissing my neck and face, his free hand trailing over my breasts and thighs, slipping in between them to where I need him the most, before moving away again.
"What's...in the bowl?" It was hard to frame a coherent question when his lips and hands were all over me, but I really wanted to know.
"Chocolate." He said in between kisses. "I know how much you love chocolate. And I love making you feel good. Why not put them together?"
This man will be the death of me.
He broke away and sat back on his feet, taking me in before dipping his finger in the bowl and smearing some on my stomach. It was slightly cool and it felt really good against my heated skin. I sighed and closed my eyes, letting the feel of him smearing chocolate all over my body engulf me.
He smeared a trail up my stomach and over my breasts, nearly covering each one completely, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. My nipples sprung to attention, begging for his touch again. The trail then led back down my torso and over my thighs, making me shiver with want. His fingers dipped in and out of my folds, and I was sure that he left no surface uncovered.
He kissed me hard, swallowing my moans of pleasure. The bowl was placed on the side once more and his hands returned to my body, his fingers making small circles low down on my hips. He pulled away, brushing his lips over mine before working his way down to my stomach.
I watched as his tongue darted out and followed the trail of chocolate, making sure he had caught all of it before moving away. The feel of his hot, wet mouth all over my body sent waves of desire through me. The things that man did to me.
He slowly made his way towards my breast, the suspense nearly killing me! S-L-O-W-L-Y, he trailed the tip of his tongue around my breast, licking all the chocolate but missing my nipple, getting purposely close before moving away again.
"Dimitri." I panted. I couldn't stand it any more. My nipple was painfully hard, and I felt like I would combust without his touch.
He growled and took my breast into his mouth, roughly suckling on it. I moaned and threw my head back, his tongue and teeth sending electric shocks down my spine.
After all the chocolate was gone, he repeated it with the other. I was panting like some wanton woman by the time he was finished, and his tongue followed the trail along my collarbone. He nipped as he went and my hips bucked, desperate to get the friction I needed. He moved his hips out of the way every time, teasing me.
I whimpered as he took my earlobe between his teeth and growled, "I love the way you taste." His rough-velvet voice was husky with arousal, and his delicious accent sent shivers down my spine.
He slid down my body, nipping and kissing as he went. At last, he reached where I wanted, no needed him. He hooked my legs over his shoulders, and kissed his way along my thigh, getting closer and closer to the promised land before switching to the other leg.
"Please." I moaned.
I could feel him smile against my thigh, and bit down. I moaned loudly and tried not to explode then and there. He kissed his way back up my thigh, getting closer and closer, closer and closer... I was waiting for him to pull away, move to the other leg, stop...
To say I was happy when he didn't was an understatement.
He dived straight in, lapping and sucking on whatever his mouth could find. My toes curled as he got every trace of chocolate out of my hot, wet cunt. I was so close.
He picked up the pace, thrusting his tongue in and out of me. He added his fingers and sucked on my bundle of nerves. I was shaking and with one curl of his fingers, I exploded. His fingers kept moving as I rode it out. Once I'd finished screaming, he kissed his way back up my body. His soft lips all over my body was a feeling I never wanted to forget. Hell, I wish I could feel it all the time.
I am not ashamed to admit that I attacked his mouth as soon as it was near enough. I could feel his hardness against my stomach, and wrapped my hand around it, slowly pumping his engorged member in my hand.
"Ro-" He groaned. "Roza, stop." He was panting hard, and I suppose my tongue in his mouth didn't make speech any easier for him.
"Why?" I was surprised at how husky my voice sounded, but with the amount of screaming I had done in the last few days, it shouldn't have shocked me.
"Tonight is about you." He gasped. "I...fuck...I want to make you feel good." I just about got the jist of what he said. I moved my hand faster and he groaned into my neck.
"I like making you feel good too." I whispered into his ear, sucking on his lobe before bringing my mouth back to his.
He gave in and let me carry on. I could feel when his hot breath on my shoulder started to come in quick pants, and knew he was close. I moved my hand away and he lined his hips up with mine.
"Uh, you feel so good." He grunted as he slammed into me.
We set a hard and fast pace, it feeling too good to slow down. At least this bed was far enough away from the wall. We didn't want them to complain.
The coil in my stomach was winding tighter and tighter. I could feel him throbbing inside me, and started to swivel my hips. He swore in Russian and pulled out. I looked at him, confused.
"What-" I panted.
"Turn around." He demanded. I have to admit, his rough-velvet voice giving commands turned me on even more. I complied.
He ran his hands over my thighs and pulled me up so I was on all fours. The amount of times we'd had sex, we'd never done it like this. He removed his hands and the suspense, the waiting for him to touch me had me shaking.
His lips pressed their way up my spine and my neck. "You have no idea how much I love you."
Before I had a chance to reply, he thrusted into me.
I gasped at the new sensations the position gave me. He was perfectly aligned with that spot deep inside me, and I could feel all of him, and then some.
He groaned out my name with every thrust, and I'm not even sure what noises came out of my mouth. I'd always thought that this position was impersonal and degrading, but the feeling of Dimitri pounding in and out of me, running his hands over my heated skin, pressing kisses to my shoulders as his chest pressed against my back and his arms wrapped around me, felt very intimate and not at all degrading.
I was right at the edge, my legs shaking and my toes curling. He was close too, but I tried to hold off; I wanted to come with him.
He picked up his place, and I screamed as the waves of our orgasms washed over us.
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We collapsed in a hot, sweaty and sticky heap. He gathered me close and I peppered kisses along his neck, waiting for him to catch his breath. I felt his breathing even out, and start to slow.
"We can't go to sleep like this!" He opened one eye, confused. "We're all sticky." He closed his eye and a panty wetting smile spread across his face – well, they would have been wet, if I were wearing any.
"Let's go wash it off then." He jumped up and threw me over his shoulder, sprinting towards the bathroom.
I woke up to sunlight warming my back. I was still sprawled across Dimitri's chest, the covers just covering our waists. His arms were wrapped around me, and I couldn't move, even if I wanted to.
I rested my head back on his chest, and let the memories of last night plague my head. Dimitri's hands on my skin...his mouth locked with mine...his oh-so-talented fingers...his rough velvet voice...the hot water of the shower as we came together...the cold tiles against my back as I wrapped my legs around his waist...the anticipation as I put my hands against the shower wall and he took me from behind...being bent over the table in the living space...the rough sex in the bath that caused water to splash all over the floor...
I would have to admit, that last night was one of the best I had ever had. The stamina that man had was incredible, and I didn't even know I could come that many times, and in so many different ways. We were both thoroughly exhausted by the time we collapsed on the bed only hours ago.
My stomach growled, and I very carefully reached across Dimitri to get the phone, determined to use my basic knowledge of Russian and order our breakfasts.
As soon as room service picked up and a stream of Russian came out of the other end, I lost all confidence in my so called language skills. I tried desperately to remember back to my early teenage years to when I had decided to learn Russian. It had only lasted for about a year, and I was terrible at it, but I was pretty sure food was included in the course.
I stuttered and mumbled my way through, but I was pretty sure they got the basis of what I wanted.
"That was awful. It was so bad, I wouldn't even call it Russian." His eyes were still closed, but his lips were turned up into a smile. His voice was still rough and husky from the night before, and hearing it again sent shivers down my spine.
"I was starving and you were asleep."
"You should have woken me. And you know, there is a menu over there that you could have ordered off." He pointed his chin towards the table. "And they speak English." I gaped at him.
"And you didn't think of telling me this before because?" He smiled again.
"It was fun to watch you try. And it's sexy hearing you speak Russian. Or at least trying to." He chucked and went to get out of bed. He groaned as he swung his legs over the bed and I giggled.
"Feeling a little sore, comrade?" He groaned and sank back down onto his back. I leaned over to kiss him on the nose. "Was last night too much for you, old man?" He growled and pulled me down onto his chest.
"I'm not old." He went to tickle me, but I squealed and rolled us over. I laughed when he groaned.
"I think you need to take it easy for a while." I kissed him but pulled away before he could deepen it. I smiled at his pout. "That's how you got into this mess in the first place." He grinned at me.
"And I would happily do it again." He fused his mouth back to mine. "And again." He slid his hands around my waist. "And again." He ground his half-erect cock into my hips. "Ouch." He groaned again and rolled back onto his back.
I propped myself up on my elbow and looked at him. "Go have a shower. It will make you feel better." He sighed and heaved himself off the bed. I admired his retreating figure – and very fine ass – as he shuffled over to the bathroom.
I picked up our discarded clothes and tossed them in our suitcase. Pulling on a fresh pair of clothes, I yanked a brush through my damp hair and sat on the bed, waiting for Dimitri to finish. There were a few messages from Lissa on my phone, so I killed time listening to what I'd missed. I had been texting her every few days in Baia, but since we'd been in St. Petersburg, I was ashamed to admit I'd been neglecting her.
I called her and filled her in on the events of the last few days, missing out the X-rated stuff, and asked her how it was going there. She was sorting out her Leigh application and course options. She wanted to take political courses, you know, on account of her being Queen and all, but I found politics mind numbingly boring. She was trying to see if they would let her – and me – take a biology based course, but the chances were looking slim, mainly because it had nothing to do with politics. Oh well, they were putting us on an advance program so we would be finished in two and a half years, two if we were lucky.
I sighed and flopped back on the bed. The way it was looking now, I was going to spend two years away from Dimitri, bored stiff. To be honest, I couldn't see anything good about that.
Said sexy Russian emerged from the bathroom in a gust of steam and wearing a tiny white towel rapped around his waist, his wet hair dripping onto his shoulders, looking like he just stepped out of a movie or something.
"What are you gaping at? You'll catch flies." The beginnings of one of his full smiles crossing his face.
I jumped up and flung my arms around his neck, burrowing my head in the crook of his neck. Suddenly, the looming separation seemed at lot harder than I originally thought. I'd gotten so used to seeing Dimitri every day, being with him almost 24/7, falling asleep with him next to me, and his being the first face I saw every morning. Living without that, living without him...I don't think I could bare it.
"Roza? What's wrong?" He pressed a kiss to my hair and stroked my back. I couldn't tell him, not yet. When we got back home and were alone again. I wouldn't ruin his holiday and time with his family.
"Mmm, you just smell so good." He laughed, picked me up, swung me round. When he put me down I kissed him. "So, recovered yet lover boy?"
"I'm ready for round two, if that's what you mean." He grinned, pulling me flush against him.
"Round two?" His eyes gazed into mine, and my knees started to go weak. "I thought it was round five?" He laughed and grabbed my waist. "Or six?" He picked me up again and hitched my legs around his waist. "Or seven?" He rushed over to the bed and plonked me down. "Or eight? Or ni-" His frantic lips cut me off.
A knock on the door stopped it turning into round ten. He grumbled and started towards the door. "Uh, comrade?" He looked back. "Don't you think it would be better if I went to answer the door?" I looked down at the very small towel wrapped around his waist, not doing a very good job in hiding the tenting underneath it. He grinned and went to dig some clothes out of the suitcase.
Luckily, my basic knowledge of Russian food allowed me to order a somewhat decent breakfast. We ate it before heading out again, wanting to see more of the city while we still could.
We started off with a boat trip to see the monuments and we wondered around the streets for a while, looking in the little corner shops and souvenir stalls, buying presents for the Belikovs and Lissa. We bought lunch from one of those street vender things. Once again, I had no idea what I was eating, but it tasted really good.
As instructed, I was taking photos of the places we'd been and Dimitri had been asking passers by – nice ones, that didn't look like they'd steal his camera – to take ones of us.
We walked in Alexander Garden, sat down and watched the world go by. I sat in between his legs and he wrapped his arms around my waist, resting his chin on my shoulder.
"Roza?" He kissed my neck. "My love." He took my earlobe into his mouth. "My life." He kissed my jaw. "What was wrong this morning?" He kissed me on the cheek. Oh crap, he noticed.
"I don't know what you're talking about." He laughed against my cheek.
"I can tell when you're lying, Roza." He kissed the corner of my mouth. "And I can tell when some thing's bothering you." He nudged his nose against my cheek bone. "Please, baby. What's bothering you?"
I sighed and leaned back against his chest. "I spoke to Lissa today. She was talking about the courses she wants to take, and she's decided on politics. I wanted to take a biology course of some type, but she's not sure if they'll allow her. I mean us." I sighed again. "I just realised that not only am I going to spend two years missing you terribly, it'll be a complete waste of time." I swallowed the lump in my throat. "I'll be without you again, and I can't stand that. To not see you every day, to go to bed alone, to wake up to a cold bed...Last time...it nearly killed me. I don't think I can live without you again."
I was bombarded with memories of our past separations. When Tasha was all over him at Christmas; when I'd found out he was going to leave and have children with her; when I saw him care-free and joking around with her; when I'd told him to leave with her; when he told me, just after he declared his love to me, that it wouldn't work; when, just hours after we'd first made love, he died; those months I'd had to live without him; when I thought I'd killed him; when he came back, but I still couldn't have him... Every single moment we'd been apart was agony. I didn't think, no, I knew I couldn't do it again.
"Oh Roza." He stood up, dragging me with him. "Look at me." I kept my eyes focused on the floor, not wanting him to see the tears in my eyes. "Baby, look at me." He tilted my chin up with his finger. "I love you." I sighed, fighting the tears that threatened to spill. "I love you so much. We knew this was going to be hard when it started, but you know what? We did it anyway. Look at us. Look at all we've been through in the last few months." He took my hands in his. "I think it's safe to say we've been through hell and back." He smiled and I gave him a watery one in response. "We've been through so much, but here we are. We've made it. Together. We can deal with a few weeks apart." I frowned, confused. He moved one of his hands to cup my face. "Baby, they won't keep you locked up for two years. The semesters are a lot shorter than they are in high school, so you'll be back for your holiday in a few months. And you honestly think Christian and I won't visit at every chance? Roza, I love you. I love you more than my own life. You can't honestly think I'd ever let you be away from me for that long?" He rested his forehead against mine, our noses touching. "Roza, it hurts to be away from you. It actually hurts. When you're gone, it feels like you've taken a part of me with you. You are my life." With that he leaned forward and pressed his lips lightly against mine. "I am incomplete without you."
That was it, I was done. I let the tears flow and buried my face into the crook of his neck, pulling myself as close as I could. He wrapped his arms around my waist, and matched my iron grip around his neck.
He muttered loving words in Russian until I had calmed down enough. Reluctantly I let him go, wiping the tears from my face. I laughed, trying to diffuse the silence. "Sorry." I sniffed. "Bit of an over reaction, I think."
He smiled sadly at me. "Roza, it was not an exaggeration. I feel exactly the same." He pulled me close again. "Just don't focus on the separation too much. We're together now, and we will be again soon." He kissed my hair. "You know what they say, absence makes the heart grow fonder." I was doubtful, and I could tell that he had a hard time believing it too.
"It's not possible." I said, my voice muffled by his shoulder.
"What do you mean?" His lips were right up against my ear.
"I can't love you any more than I do now." He moved away from me slightly to capture my lips with his, kissing me with such passion that my knees when weak.
We pulled away away when we ran out of air. He pulled me close once more and swayed us slightly. "The feeling is completely mutual, my love."
We stayed like that for an immeasurable period of time, just enjoying each other's body heat and the perfect landscape around us.
He suddenly sighed and kissed my hair before moving backwards. "We need to get going." I looked up at him confused. He gave me a massive smile. "We don't want to be late." He took my hand and started leading me towards the exit. I dragged my feet, and he smiled back at me. "It's a nice surprise, honest." I rolled my eyes but let him lead me.
"Why are we going back to the hotel?" He grinned.
"We need to make a quick stop before we get there." We went back to the hotel room and he went straight to the suitcase, rummaging through it and undoing the inner lining before taking out two clothes bags. He opened one bag and checked what was inside before handing it to me. "Go put this on in the bathroom. I'll be waiting for you out here." He smiled me when I looked at him suspiciously.
I went into the bathroom as asked, and when I opened the bag, I gasped.
It was a beautiful burgundy, floor length dress. It has a thin silver beaded belt just under the bust, and the burgundy silk of the dress looked quite clingy. I quickly pulled off my clothes and slipped on the dress, loving the way it felt against my skin.
It looked great, if I do say so myself.
The burgundy colour went well with my colouring, and the shape of my dress fitted my form perfectly. The silk clung to my ample chest just right, the material clinging to my hips and bum perfectly, not revealing everything, just hinting at what was underneath. There was a slit up one side, reaching to about mid thigh. The cut and fit of the dress was modest, but it still showed my figure in a hinting-at-the-goods kind of way.
The style of the dress just made me even more curious about where Dimitri was taking me. I sighed, having no ideas other than a restaurant, but he wouldn't go to all this trouble just to take me to dinner, would he?
I found my make up bag on the counter and I brushed some mascara and eye liner on my eyes and applied some lip gloss. The dress was so magnificent that I didn't need a full face of make up. I ran a brush through my thick waves, styling them so they flowed down my back. I looked in the bag and found a pair of heels and a bolero that completed the outfit perfectly. I wondered fleetingly who put this outfit together; I doubted Dimitri would match the cut of the bolero with the lines of the dress so well.
But all thoughts of fashionistas went out the window when I saw what was waiting for me in the bedroom.
Dimitri was dressed in a Tuxedo, and it fitted his body perfectly. The cut of the trousers accented the length of his legs and hinted at his muscular thighs. The shirt was tight fitting, clinging to his muscular chest, and the jacket hung down to his waist, falling just above his perfectly formed behind. His bow tie was hanging loose around his neck, and I'm not ashamed to admit, I wanted to jump him then and there.
And from the look on his face, the thought crossed his mind too.
"Roza, you look...wow." I smiled and walked over to him, pulling on the edges of his tie.
"You look like James Bond." I grinned and kissed him lightly. "Only sexier." He smiled and looked down at the dress once more.
"You look absolutely amazing." He kissed me on the cheek, before straightening up and trying to tie his tie. After a few failed attempts, I swatted his hands away and sorted it out.
"I've always hated these things." He said watching my hands work. "I usually just go with a clip on, but I thought I'd do it properly this time." I smiled.
"Lissa's dad used to have trouble all the time. Me and Lissa used to watch her mum tie her dad's tie before every function." I said, reminiscing about my childhood. "One night, when he was still getting ready, Lissa's mother taught us how to tie one. We spent the rest of the evening tying and retying them on one another."
I smoothed down his collar and straightened his lapels before stepped back to admire my handy work. "There." I kissed him lightly. "Perfect." He smiled and kissed me again. I pulled back before it went any further, wanting to know what he had in store for me. "Come on Comrade, where are you taking me?"
He shook his head. "No you don't. It's a surprise." He pecked me one on the lips before starting to head towards the door. "Coming?" I followed him, really curious now.
He hailed a taxi out side and opened the door for me. I slid in, still curious and suspicious about how he had arranged all this without me knowing. He said something in Russian to the driver, and we were away.
I don't know if it was on purpose, but the taxi went through all the streets of St. Petersburg. The beautiful mix of old and new buildings glittered with the lights against the black night sky.
We pulled up out side a very posh looking restaurant. He paid the driver and we got out, looking up at the magnificent building in front of us.
"Do you want to eat today? Or we could just gawk at the exterior all evening, if you like." I hit him on the arm, and he just laughed.
"Are we really eating in here?" This place looked like a glass of water would cost my half my months salary.
"Of course. Come on." He took my hand and lead me towards the entrance.
The maître d' spoke in Russian, of course, but I caught 'Belikov' and the word for 'table'. I also understood when he turned and spoke to me, offering to take my bolero. He lead us to a secluded table in the corner of the restaurant, overlooking the water front. He set down our menus and tried to pull my seat out for me, but Dimitri shooed him away.
"Thank you." I said, a bit preoccupied with his breath on my neck as he leaned down. He pressed a kiss on my shoulder and took his seat opposite me. I cleared my throat. "This is...This food much cost a fortune. How...when did you book us this table? And why? You don't need to splash all this money on me." I put my hand over his to show him that, while it was unnecessary, it was appreciated.
"Roza." He said, kissing my hand. "You deserve the very best in life." I think I visibly swooned. "And besides, this is paid for by Babushka. The next part of the evening is on me." He smiled, making my heart beat that bit faster.
"But, why would she do that? She hates...I mean, I don't think she likes me that much. She pretended not to speak English the first time I met her, and then she said some stuff..." Mainly about how I wasn't a match for her grandson and I was a failure.
"Babushka is just tough on strangers. Especially Americans." He winked at me. "She likes you now." I was still sceptical.
"But how-"
"Roza, you would know if she didn't like you. Trust me, Lina and Sonya's previous partners have experienced the wrath of her, and she likes you. Trust me." I was still a bit uneasy. "Roza, you bought her favourite grandson back from the dead." He grinned. "She loves you." I felt a small smile tug on my lips.
"Fine. But how did she afford all this? Thinking about it, how did Olena and Yeva afford this trip? How do they manage to live in that huge house and feed everyone?" It was something that had crossed my mind before. "I didn't mean to pry. You don't have to tell me if you don't want to. I was just thinking aloud. Don't worry, I didn't-" I back tracked, realising just how rude and nosey I was being.
"Roza, you can ask me anything, you know that." He smiled reassuringly. "Babushka's husband, my Grandfather, loved her very much, but he was a royal Moroi. She was his guardian when she was younger, about your age. They fell in love, but he wasn't allowed to marry her, on account of her, um, species? Anyway, he left her to get married, and when she found out she was pregnant with my mother, he sent her money. A lot of money.
"She invested most of it, and by the time my mother was 18, there was a fair amount of money laid aside for her. When Lina came along, they started looking for houses. Just before Sonya was born, they moved into that house. My Grandfather found out where they were, and that he had grandchildren. He visited a lot, and paid the bills and the mortgage. He died when I was five. I remember him coming around every few months. He was a kind man, and I remember that he spoke funny. In his will he split his fortune with both his families. Babushka and Mama invested it, and now we all have a considerable amount of money in a savings account somewhere." I was a bit surprised. Royal Moroi men often left the Dhampir women after knocking them up. I was surprised that he not only visited, but gave them money and supported them all.
"Wow. He must have been a great man." Dimitri smiled.
"He was." A thought suddenly struck me.
"Hey, you're not spending your inheritance on me are you? You should save it for your future!" He would regret it later on.
"Roza, I'm spending my wages on this holiday. And besides, most of it's been paid for already." He smiled, squeezing my hand. "And it's our future." I swooned again.
The waiter came over then, and we ordered our starters. We made small talk through the started and the main course, mainly talking about our plans when we got back to Baia and court. A visit to Oksana and Mark was definitely in store, and I wanted to see more of the town. When we got back to America, we needed to buy cars, and there was still some stuff that needed doing round the apartment. He also wanted to take me on a weekend away before I went to Leigh, and I had no qualm with that. No qualm at all. We avoided talking about what would undoubtedly take up most of our time when we got back, and that was Tasha's trial. We would both need to testify, and there was a big chance that we could be facing a prison sentence, him for aiding a fugitive, me for escaping from prison in the first place.
He started to go quiet towards the end of the main course, and when the waiter cleared our plates away he looked scared for some reason. He was focused on the table cloth, and I looked at him until he met my gaze. "Sorry, I'm a bit preoccupied." I frowned.
"What's wrong?" He smiled.
"Nothings wrong." I rolled my eyes.
"Then what are you preoccupied about?" He grinned and tapped his nose. I sighed and threw myself into looking at the pudding menu, pretending that I could understand it. Why didn't the posh places ever have pictures? It would make life a lot more easier.
"You can't understand any of it." I could hear the smile in his voice.
"I can." I pointed. "See, that word means cream. And that one means chocolate." He laughed at that.
"Those would be the words you know." He read out the options for me in English. We chose and lapsed back into a comfortable silence.
He suddenly cleared his throat. "Roza?" I looked up at him. "There was a reason why Babushka arranged for us to come to this restaurant tonight. She saw me doing this in the hotel room, and she couldn't have that." My breath caught. Doing what?
He reached into his pocket and when I saw what was in his hand, my heart stuttered and picked up pace double time. He wasn't, was he?
"Roza. You are the only woman I have ever loved. You complete me in every way, and you are the only one who I want to share the rest of my life with." I swallowed. I couldn't do this, not yet. "I love you, more than my own life, and one day, I will make you my wife. I know we're not ready for that yet, but I want to show you that I'm serious." He opened the ring box and nestled inside the blue velvet was a ring. It was a thin white gold band with tiny diamonds embedded all the way around. It was so simple, but so elegant. I loved it. "It's a promise ring. Would you wear it for me? It's worn on your left hand but it's not an engagement ring more like and engaged to be engaged ring but if you don't like it I can get a different one and if it's too fast it's ok I'd understand I just wanted to give you something that showed you how much you meant to me and I know I should have gone with a necklace or something but I saw this and thought you'd like it and could you please give me an answer so I can stop humiliating myself." He smiled crookedly at me, but I could tell just how nervous he was.
"Oh Dimitri." I had tears in my eyes, and my voice broke. "Of course I'll wear it."
"Really? You really mean it?" From the look on his face, you'd think I'd just told him I'd found a cure for cancer or something.
I smiled at him and nodded, not trusting myself to speak. Did he honestly think I'd say no?
The smile that spread across his face threatened to spilt it in half. He took the ring out of the box and slid it onto my ring finger. It was a perfect fit, and it just seemed so right to have it there. I admired the way it glittered on my hand, and made my fingers seem much more elongated and elegant than they really were.
"Do you like it?" I swallowed the lump in my throat. What did I do to deserve such a perfect man?
"I love it." My voice was all wobbly and I grinned through my tears.
He grinned right back at me, and leaned forward, capturing my lips with his. He put so much feeling behind that kiss I could feel just how much he loved me. I let the tears flow down my face, and I kissed him back with as much feeling and emotion I could. He pulled back slightly and rested his forehead against mine. He cupped my face in his hands and wiped away my tears with his thumbs.
"I love you." I whispered, not trusting myself to speak much louder.
"I love you too." He whispered, pressing a kiss on my lips before pulling back.
I wiped my eyes, making sure I had no make-up lines. I looked back down at my left hand, and I felt Dimitri slip his hand into my right. I squeezed it and looked into his deep brown eyes.
"Do you really like it? I wasn't sure if you wanted a yellow gold one, or if you wanted different stones, but I saw this and I thought, you know, it suited you." A slight blush spread across his cheeks, but I thought he was amazing for choosing it out by himself. I know that most guys just asked the shop assistant to pick one out. I loved it even more because he chose it himself.
"It's prefect. I love it really." I kissed his cheek and he squeezed my hand back. "When did you get it?" How long had he been carrying it around with him?
"I bought it last week. I'd been thinking about getting you one for a while. I was planning to get it when we got back home, but I saw it and I knew it was time."
We finished desert with permanent smiles on our faces, our knees touching and out foots entwined. It was such a small thing, but what it signified meant everything to us. If I wasn't looking at Dimitri I was admiring the ring.
We left the restaurant hand in hand. I had totally forgotten about the rest of the evening, still caught up with the amazing surprise of the promise ring. I started towards the taxi station down the road, but he pulled me in the other direction.
"We can walk to the next, uh, part of the evening." I looked up at him confused and he smiled. "Your surprise?"
"I thought the ring was my surprise?"
"It was. But I'm not finished with you yet. Come on, it's this way." He lead me down the street, refusing to tell me where he was taking me, no matter how much I pleaded.
"Please Roza, let me spoil you this once." He gazed right into my eyes, and I could feel my resolve – and self control – slipping away. "You'll like it, trust me."
"Of course I trust you, but I would just like to know where we're going." I mumbled, felling bad for trying to spoil his surprise.
"I know baby." He laughed, dropping a kiss onto my head. "I just want to surprise you." He spoke into my hair, his warm breath sending shivers down my spine.
"But I don't like surprises." I grumbled, not really meaning it.
He laughed again. "You'll like this one." He led me down the street and stopped in front of the Mariinsky Opera and Ballet Theatre. Once again I stood outside the establishment, gaping at the wonders in front of me.
"You said you always wanted to go to the ballet. So, here you are." I was amazed he'd remembered. It was months ago, even before Victor and the lust charm. We'd been walking back into the locker room from running laps, and he'd been telling me about Russia. He'd said he went to the ballet with sisters when they were little, and I'd said I'd always wanted to go. He joked that when we were Lissa's guardians we could persuade her to go. Of course, we would have to go along too.
"I can't believe you remembered." He kissed my temple.
"Of course I remember." He lead me into the foyer, and gave our tickets to the people at the doors, and the Usher showed us to our seats. We were on the balcony, and had an amazing view over the stage. All the posters outside were in Russian and so were the tickets, so I had no idea what we were actually seeing.
"Do you really want to know? Or do you wanna try and guess?" That glint in his eye made a slow smile spread across my face.
"How much is it worth?" I liked the idea of where this was going.
"Slave for a day?" I laughed, surprised that Dimitri, such a serious and mature man would bet on something as childish as 'slave for a day'. Although, to be honest, I wasn't complaining. Lissa and I used to bet 'slave for a day' until very recently; 'the queen can't be someone's slave' apparently. Lies. She just knew I would win, whatever the bet was. And I had a feeling that Dimitri being my slave for a day would have much more interesting consequences than Lissa.
"Done." We shook on it, neither one of us really minding who was who's slave – it would end up with the same result anyway.
The lights dimmed and I sat back in my seat. Dimitri took my hand and kissed it, before resting out entwined hands on the seat rest between us. I squeezed his hand, letting him know just how much this night meant to me. It literally couldn't get any better than this.
The opening music started, and I was trapped. I was never the ones to like classical music or anything like that, but I had a weak spot when it came to the ballet. I just loved watching those dancers move so gracefully around the stage, telling their story through movement, rather than words. It was magic. I was enthralled from the opening notes, and didn't take my eyes off the stage for the whole of the first half. As the curtains went down, Dimitri pulled me up and led me out to get a drink.
"So, what do you think?" He grinned, handing me a glass, already knowing the answer.
"It's amazing! Did you see that woman in the purple leotard? She was fantastic! I've never seen anyone dance as well as she could. It was phenomenal! I can't believed you bought us tickets!" I was practically jumping in excitement. "You really are the most perfect man ever." I leaned up and gave him a kiss that may have been a bit too passionate for public display. But as his arm snaked round my waist, I didn't care and gripped him tighter, wanting to show him just how grateful I was.
He laughed quietly when I pulled away. "If this is how happy it makes you, I might buy you things more often." I smiled and pressed a kiss on his lips.
"I love it because you put so much thought into it. I mentioned it over eight months ago. I can't believe you remembered." He gave me a teasing smile.
"So I could have gotten you anything?" I rolled my eyes.
"I would have been happy wherever you took me. But the fact that it's the ballet and possibly my all time favourite thing now, makes it even better." The five minute warning for the second half sounded. We started to make our way back, his arm still wrapped tightly round my waist.
"So I come second to a dance now, do I?" He teased again.
"Ok, it's my favourite dance then. You're always first." I kissed him soundly again before taking my seat. "Although, it is a tough decision."
He laughed loud at that, taking my hand again.
"Have you got any thoughts as to what it might be yet?" He whispered, leaning over so his breath tickled my ear.
"I have a few." In fact, I knew exactly what it was; I wasn't quite sure if I wanted to win this bet or not. While it would be fun to have Dimitri as a slave for a day, I was wondering what types of things he would make me do, if I had to do whatever he said. The possibilities made me shiver with excitement.
The lights dimmed again, saving me from thoughts that were likely to get me into trouble.
The remaining act was just as good as the first, my eyes following the dancers across the stage. I was hooked, knowing that I was going to return at the very next possible chance. Even though no words were spoken, my eyes still pricked when Juliet awoke to find her Romeo dead. I grasped Dimitri's hand that bit tighter, knowing that their story had so many similarities to ours. But as the ending notes sounded, and the applause went up, I knew that, while our story was filled with so much sorrow, that was our past. I had to stop dwelling on it and focus on our future together. What had happened made us stronger and built the bases of our relationship, but it was up to us to make the next chapter of our lives together happier.
"Did you like it?" He asked as we waited in line for our coats. I shook my head. "Love it?" A smile creped across his face, and my lips lifted in response. I nodded, breaking out into a full grin.
"It's the best surprise anyone has every given me." I placed a kiss on his lips. "And it's not even my birthday." I grinned, looking down at my beautiful ring.
"You deserve it." He mumbled as he pressed a kiss on my head, his arm pulling me close into his side. I rested my head against his shoulder.
"I love you." He didn't say anything back; he didn't need to. He just kissed the ring on my finger, a reminder of the promise he had promised to make.
Too soon our turn came, and we hurried outside to hail a taxi. Ever the gentleman, Dimitri opened the door for me before sliding in after. He told the driver the name of our hotel, and we were off. He wrapped one arm round my shoulder, pulling me close to him. The other held my hand in it, his thumbs making small circles on the back.
The closer we got to the hotel, the more shivers his thumb sent through my body. I couldn't wait to get back to the room, to show him just how much I enjoyed his surprise.
As soon as the taxi stopped, Dimitri was out, thrusting some notes through the drivers window and helping me out; he felt the urgency to be alone in our room, making the most of the night we had left, too.
He took my hand as we exited the lift, slowing down from the usual rush that we had when getting into our room. He didn't need words to tell me why; tonight, we were going to take it slow. Whilst it was great fucking like rabbits, I also needed just to make love to him. I kicked the door closed behind us and he pinned me to it, staring straight into my eyes.
**** M Rated Scene ****
The intensity sent shocks down to the pit of my stomach, giving me something I could only describe as butterflies. He bought his face closer to mine slowly, all the while maintaining the intense eye contact. He brushed his lips across mine, but pulled back when I tried to kiss his back. He brushed them over my jaw, down my neck and across my collarbone, sending more and more sparks though me as he went.
I was ashamed to admit, that I was so turned on I was panting at this point, and he hadn't really touched me yet. When his tongue darted out to trace the path that his lips had followed, I moaned quite loudly. The feeling of his hot, wet tongue, gliding over my already sensitive skin was incredible. I couldn't honestly describe or compare it to anything.
When his tongue traced my parted lips, I couldn't even summon the strength or control to kiss him back. I just let him glide his tongue all across my lips, before slipping it into the slight gap between them. As soon as his tongue found mine, it was like an electric shock jolted through me. I responded with just as mush passion he was putting in, moaning and writhing against his body.
His hands moved to grip hold of my face, his hips grinding into mine. It seems I was not the only one seriously turned on. I slid my hands under his jacket and fisted them into his shirt, grinding his hips even further into mine, desperately trying to get the friction we both needed.
With out mouths still very much attached, he started to move us towards the bed. I felt the end hit against my knee and he stopped pushing. His hands slid into my dress through the slit up my leg, pushing it aside so the whole of the front of my lower body was exposed, the offending material bunched up behind me.
"Your legs...so fucking sexy..." He slid his hands up and down my thighs, squeezing and scratching at my flesh. I groaned and leant my head back; he dug his nails in just right, the mix of pain and pleasure just right, his soothing hands stopping the sting before it got too painful.
With one hand still on my thigh, his thumb dangerously close to a place of no return, he used his other one to find the zip on the side of my dress. He took great pleasure in undoing it and freeing me from the material. He moved his hands away so the dress could fall to my feet.
His eyes turned black as he took in the sight in front of him. I was rather glad that I had chosen to bring my black lingerie set with me. The strapless bra pushed up my tits, making them look full and perky. The black panty sat was my favourite though. The lace covered the very tops of my ass cheeks, my panties stopping just high enough to emphasise my firm and toned bum. It was also set with a matching suspender belt, holding black garters up on the tops of my thighs. I felt sexy and seductive, and judging from the looks on Dimitri's face, I looked it too.
I swear, his mouth watered as he moved closer to me. I pushed my hands against his chest, slipping them back underneath his Tux jacket, sliding it off his shoulders and onto the floor. I untucked his shirt and took my time undoing the buttons, making sure to caress every new piece of exposed skin. I threw that to the floor too, and attached my mouth to his chest, licking and kissing every piece of skin I could reach.
He backed me up against the bed, sliding his hands down my arms to grab hold of my hips, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. He picked me up effortlessly, maintaining intense eye contact, and lowered me back onto the bed. My arms went automatically round his neck, knotting in the hair at the bottom of his neck. I pulled him down to me, fusing our mouths together. We kissed, slow, and languidly, taking our time, just revelling in the feeling of our mouths moving together.
He moved his mouth down to my neck, slowly working his lips up and down and one of his hands to curl around my thigh, trapping him closer to my body. I was panting embarrassingly loudly, but as he pulled my ear lobe into his mouth, I really couldn't care less. I felt his hand work its way up, trying to disconnect the suspenders. He was trying for a good few minutes before he sighed, "For God's sake.", moved away from my head and focused all his attention to my lingerie.
I giggled. "It took me ages to work out how to do it." I swatted his hands away and undid it. He smiled and returned to making out with my neck.
"It looks amazing," He growled, grazing his teeth over my collarbone. "But I want you to be completely naked when I make love to you." I moaned, trying to rub my legs together for the friction I desperately needed, before realising that his perfectly toned body was in the way.
He kissed his way down my chest, stopping to pull my nipple into his mouth through my bra. It never failed to make me moan, and I pulled on the roots of his hair. He hummed against my skin, sending the vibrations straight between my legs. He moved his hand that was around my waist up and undid my bra one handedly, freeing my skin and allowing me to feel his hot, wet tongue on my painfully hard nipple. I cried out, pulling again on his hair, and he smiled against my skin. He did the same with the other one before pressing wet kisses down my stomach, the feeling of his tongue lapping against my heated, over sensitive skin making my head spin.
He hooked his thumbs underneath the garters and deftly slid them off of my legs, biting down on my hip bone as he did. I jumped about a metre up in the air. His teeth provided just the right mix of pleasure and pain and I had to bite my lip to stop myself screaming out loud.
His hands spread my legs even more, giving him even more space to do what he wanted. Very slowly, he kissed the inside of my thighs, getting closer and closer to where I needed him the most. Instead of just pulling them out the way and putting my out of my oh-so-sweet torture, he kissed my through my black lace panties, the feeling of the rough material rubbing against my sensitive flesh making me groan and bite down again on my lip. He slid them down my thighs, kissing the path they took before following it back up with his tongue.
I shivered as he blew the hot trail it left, the contrasting of the hot and cold giving my goosebumps and making my nipples tighten even more. He placed one hand on my stomach, and traced two fingers all around the outside of my pussy before slipping them inside the folds. He groaned when he felt how wet I was for him, but he didn't stop tracing every part that he could reach. He left my clit for last, knowing that it was possibly the best way to make me come. That, and speaking in Russian.
The moan that escaped my lips surprised me – I sounded like I was one of those porn stars, looking into the camera as they moaned and panted loudly while bouncing on some poor dude who was given Viagra.
But as he touched me again, all thoughts of porn stars flying out of my head. He moved his mouth onto my clit, pulling it into his mouth and suckling on it greedily, as if he were a starving man, and it was the last piece of sustenance on earth. I let out another breathless moan, my legs shaking. He slipped his middle finger inside me, curling automatically to massage the spot inside of me. I gasped and writhed on the bed, loving the heat that it caused to spread right the way through me. He added another finger, also curling to flick and press against it.
"Oh, God." I panted, trying to move my hips upwards to get more friction. He pushed on my stomach, keeping me flat on the bed. "Dimitri," I groaned, trying to roll my hips, push his face closer into me, anything to bring closer the amazing orgasm I could feel building. "Please...Oh, yes, yes right there...ohmmmnmnmm..." My moans and groans of pleasure broke off into something unintelligible as his magic fingers continued to rub, curl, flick and press, just in the right spot, just where I needed them...
"Roza," He groaned, his voice rough and husky. "I want to try something." With his voice like that, and his hand where it was, how could I note reply,
"Anything." I panted, not wanting to come before he told me what he wanted. He pressed his fingers even harder into my G-spot and moved his mouth away from my bundle of nerves. "What-"
"Shh, just feel." He kissed my stomach, keeping his fingers where they were. He peppered kisses along my hip bone as his fingers worked even faster. My legs were shaking uncontrollably and a slow burn was making its way through the whole of my body. It wasn't the same as the regular climax burn, more intense, spreading all over my skin, like a fire but much, much more pleasurable.
He added a third finger and I whimpered. He twisted and curled his fingers, coaxing noises I'd never heard before out from my mouth. He moved his hand even faster, and I'm sure that if anyone were to walk in then they would have thought he was attacking me. I didn't complain one bit. He moved faster still, and I could feel my walls start to quiver. I whimpered and desperately tried to buck my hips into his hand.
He pressed a kiss just above my diaphragm and used his thumb to make little circles on my clit. I literally saw stars as the most intense orgasm I had ever experienced washed over me. I actually screamed as it shook through my whole body, turning me into a quivering mess. He continued to move his fingers in and out of me as I moaned and panted my way through it. I collapsed back onto the mattress, my body still shaking and twitching.
He dropped onto the bed beside me, lying flat on his back and throwing an arm around my shoulders. I just about managed to curl into his side, resting my hand against his stomach. But I moved it away when I felt something hot and sticky on his body.
"What's...Hang on, did you...?" He grinned proudly, looking very smug with himself.
"Nope. That was you." My mind was still in a cloud of orgasmic bliss, so I didn't get what he was saying.
"Huh?" My body was still shaking, and I could still feel my walls contracting.
"That was all you." It took me a while for my mind to catch up, but I eventually got it. I didn't even know that that was possible. I thought it was something porn stars did in videos, when they pretended by pissing themselves during sex – yeah, Lissa and I were curious, so what? Not that it measured up in anyway to the real thing.
"Oh. Oh!" He grinned down at me and captured my lips in a passionate kiss. "Um, thanks?" He laughed and rolled over, trapping me under his body.
"Mmmmm," He nuzzled into my neck. "No, thank you." I let out another shaky breath, knowing what that tone of voice meant. It sounded like pure sex, and I'm not ashamed to admit that it did things to me. I was still recovering from my amazing orgasm, but three words from that man and I was putty in his hands again.
He sucked on my neck as his fingers creped down and made sure I was ready. I jumped as he swept across my over sensitive flesh. I felt him smile against my skin and my skin heated once again.
Suddenly he thrust into me, stretching me and filling me in a delectable way. I hadn't even noticed when he got fully undressed, but as he started moving, I lost all ability to form coherent thoughts and just let the amazing feelings he caused in me take over.
"I love you." He breathed as he set a slow, but powerful pace. He gathered my body up in his arms, making sure there was no space at all between us. I wrapped my arms around his neck, tangling my fingers in his hair and bringing our mouths together.
"I love you too." This was filled with so much love and meaning, it made my heart swell and ache with intensity. The slow, drawn out, passionate strokes were a lot different than last night; that had mainly been lust. Of course, love was there – it always was – but this tender love making was different.
My legs wrapped round his waist and he shifted to accommodate me, matching my pace. I groaned at the new angle and released his lips, panting with the effort of not coming then and there.
He wrapped one of his arms around my back, pressing my chest into his, while the other went round my hips, giving him leverage to pick up the pace. I secured one arm around his neck and the other snaked around him back, making sure there was absolutely no space between us. He fused our mouths together as we picked up the pace.
He shifted his hips slightly and I moaned. His long, thick cock was pressing right into my favourite spot deep inside me, and I gave up trying to kiss him. He just stared deep into my eyes as we reached our peaks, and I stared right back. Looking into his eyes, I saw everything I ever needed, and more. We sped up again, the sounds of skin hitting skin, breathless moans and panting filling the room.
He pressed a kiss onto my mouth and dropped his forehead onto my chest. I could feel his hot breath on my skin as he silently cried out, coming with a huge force inside me. I followed soon after. I didn't scream or shout out, but it was just as powerful and more intense. My body shook and he continued to thrust in and out of me, both of us riding out our orgasms.
I moaned contently as he pulled out and tightened his grip on me.
*** End of M Scene ***
He kept his head on my chest, and I ran my fingers through his silky hair, pressing small kisses onto the top of his head. We usually fell asleep the other way round, with me cuddled into his chest, but it was nice to hold him for a change. I carefully rolled us over so we were on our side and he rearranged his arms around my waist.
I felt his eyelashes tickle my skin as he closed his eyes, and the rise and fall of his chest slowed as he fell asleep. I was close behind him, but fixed my eyes onto the beautiful ring on my left hand, where it would stay until another one would take its place. I grinned at that, Mrs Belikov. With that thought in my head, I fell asleep with a smile on my face – something that was becoming a habit. I loved it.
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