I decided to make this one a story. Can't promise when each chapter will be posted just because of work, but I can say this story will have violence and a lot of smutty goodness.

I was unsure when I first wrote this, but I'm glad that people have enjoyed it!

Rose slowly stood, stretching her arms and breathing deeply, the energy she took from Dimitri had been intense and satisfying. She felt rejuvenated. Her eyes landed on Dimitri's prone form and smirked. "Don't try to move yet, people are always a little worn out, but you gave so much more. I wouldn't be surprised if you sleep for the next two days."

Dimitri watched through half-open eyes as Rose leaned down to him, their lips meeting. Despite the fear he felt from seeing those red-ringed eyes before, he couldn't help but give into the kiss, lips moving against hers with vigour.

Despite everything they did, he wanted more.

A sinful smirk was on her lips when she pulled away, a look of satisfaction on her face. He watched her dress, his arms limp at his sides and legs spread. Dimitri felt shame at remaining in such an indecent state in a church, but Rose was right, he was worn out.

"What are you?" he asked again. All that time he had thought she was being cynical when she believed there was no hope for her soul, but now he knew it was more than that.

Rose laughed, "You don't want to know." Her eyes met his, "I'm sure your God isn't impressed, but you impressed me," she praised.

Dimitri was surprised when Rose knelt down and began to gather his clothes, helping him dress. Her touch was surprisingly gentle. Once he was in his pants again and his shirt pulled up over his shoulders she stood back and admired him.

"It was fun, Dimitri. Thanks for the snack."

With those last words, Rose left; the sound of her heels clicking on the stone floor grew further away.

The sheets felt too warm; her body overheated and covered in sweat despite being scantily clad and the air outside having a chill. Groaning, Rose sat up in her bed and glared at her clock; the little red numbers reading 2:00 AM.

It was the third night in a row that she hadn't been able to get a full night's rest because of her dreams. All of them heated and intense—and all about Dimitri. No matter what she did, she couldn't get him out of her head.

On the second day, she had gone in search of someone to make her forget Dimitri. She wasn't even hungry, still full from what Dimitri had given, it was purely to take her mind off the brown-eyed man that occupied it.

Their touch had been lacklustre and their lips wrong. Rose found herself bored as she rode the man's cock. Even when he went down on her, she ended up just staring at the ceiling and waiting for him to finish.

That was the first night Rose had ever been so disappointed by sex.

The hours dragged by and the sun rose over the city as Rose watched from her window. His eyes appeared each time she closed hers, and his voice whispered in the air—nothing she did removed Dimitri from her thoughts.

She blamed that for why she found herself standing across from the church. The morning mass was starting, and people moved through the heavy doors. A smile pulled at her lips as she wondered how many went to confess their sins in the same spot Dimitri had made her come with his mouth.

The longer she stood there, the more she questioned her choices.

She couldn't go back to him—Dimitri had taken a path she couldn't follow.

Rose snuffed out her cigarette, a scowl on her face as she turned away from the church, only to stumble when another bumped into her. Her bag fell to the ground and spilled out.

"Fuck," she muttered under her breath, dropping to her knees beside it. "Maybe you should watch where you're going ass–"

The words died on her tongue, eyes locked on the person that she ran into—Dimitri. A look crossed his face, a combination of unease and curiosity. He knelt on the sidewalk and helped pick up her things. "Hello, Rose."

Rose didn't know what to make of him being before her, each time their hands brushed a shock of pleasure went through her. A lingering reminder of how good he felt.

"What are you doing out here?" She asked, climbing to her feet as he did the same. "Shouldn't you be in there?" she jutted her chin towards the church as the bells rang.

Dimitri looked over her shoulder and slowly shook his head. "I didn't…I decided to take a step back from the church for now." There was something about his tone that surprised her, he didn't sound disappointed or angry. Just lost. His eyes found hers again, "Why are you here?"

"None of your business," Rose snapped and pushed past him. There were people out and about, but not enough to lose Dimitri. With his long legs, he was able to catch up to Rose and fell into step beside her. She shot him a look, "What do you want? Looking for round two?"

His cheeks tinged pink, eyes becoming wide for a moment before he composed himself again. "I—I'm curious," he stated. "What are you?"

"An Aries. You?"

His lips pressed into a firm line, and his eyes darted around before he asked in a low tone, "Your eyes that night."

"Yeah, they're brown," she retorted, marching forward in hopes that Dimitri would just let it go. "You should see them in the setting sun."

"Rose, please–"

She spun on her heel and made him halt. "Look, I gave you a good time. I didn't force it on you, so don't come around saying that–"

"No," he interrupted, "I'm not—that's not what I'm trying to say." Dimitri glanced around again and then laid a hand on her shoulder, guiding her into the mouth of an alley and away from others that might overhear. "I can't stop thinking about you. I've never felt like this. It's like you are under my skin, always on my mind, and I don't understand why but I want to get to know you, Roza."

This would only end badly, humans could only handle so much. As much as Rose wanted to be with Dimitri again, she knew that it would be risky; she could accidentally drain too much. Her teeth caught her bottom lip as she looked up at him—the want to experience the high he gave outweighed the small part of her that cared about not hurting anyone.

Rose wasn't evil, though there were people that would call her a devil, she did have a conscience—and she was not okay with killing someone. That's why she was careful, if she did sleep with someone a second time, she would wait a couple of weeks. Most humans needed a full month to be back to normal, while she needed to move on to the next person within two weeks.

It grew more frequent as she got older. When she was nineteen, just a heavy make-out session was enough to keep her going for a couple of days, but now she needed more. The need would keep increasing for another three years until she was twenty-five; then it would just be once a month at least.

"Can we talk?" Dimitri asked, eyes full of hope even though he was on edge around her still. Rose wasn't human, that much he knew.

He had read about demons and heard them be preached about, but oftentimes those were about inner demons. He never believed that they might actually walk the earth until he saw the red rings glow in Rose's eyes.

The day after they had sex, he was exhausted, but it didn't last as long as she warned. From the moment he woke, all he could think about was Rose.

He didn't feel forced; even the fact he was no longer pure in a carnal sense, he didn't regret it. Being with Rose woke something in him, but he couldn't put his finger on what.

Rose scowled, eyes darting to the side as she worried her bottom lip between her teeth. Dimitri held his breath as he waited, hoping she wasn't about to disappear again. Though a small voice in the back of his head wondered if she was just as drawn back to him. Why else would she be back outside the church?

"Fine," she sighed, crossing her arms and stepping out of his reach, "but only talking."

Dimitri nodded, "Just talking."

"Are you going to tell me?" Dimitri asked after the waitress brought them their drinks; his a coffee and Rose a milkshake.

"Why do you want to know so bad?" she asked as she stirred her drink with her straw. She swiped a finger through the whipped cream and licked it off. Rose didn't miss the way Dimitri's eyes followed.

His eyes dropped and he cleared his throat. "I just want to understand."

"Depends on who you ask. Some would just say demon, but the proper term is succubus."

"Succubus?" Dimitri repeated slowly, eyebrows raised.

"Lust demon," she clarified. "I absorb energy through sex while making sure we both have a good time."

"So you are a–" he paused, glancing around them before continuing in a hushed tone, "a demon."

"There are a bunch of different demons. Different species and types, but we are all on earth somewhere, causing some kind of trouble." Rose smirked to herself.

Dimitri became silent, eyes focused on his untouched coffee. He wasn't surprised that Rose admitted to being a demon, but the knowledge that there were more out there was. A question nudged at his mind, something he couldn't stop himself from wondering. "Why me?"

Rose tensed, shifting in her seat. "What do you mean?"

"Why did you pursue me?"

"You were a challenge," she admitted. It was how it started, yet as she sat across from him, her fingers still itched to touch him. The need shouldn't still be there, she had had him, and she still craved him.

Dimitri licked his lips, a hint of disappointment in his eyes when they met Rose's again. "I see."

Silence stretched between them before Rose spoke again. "How were you afterwards? You seem okay." It was foolish to consider asking for more so soon, but the temptation grew.

"I'm okay. I slept for a while the next day, but after that I was fine, I just kept–" He cut himself off.

"Kept what?" Rose asked, leaning forward in her seat.

"I kept thinking about you."

The talk didn't last long, and Rose didn't need a lot of convincing to go back to Dimitri's apartment after his confession. Her eyes barely swept the room before his hands were in her hair and she had wrapped her legs around his waist.

Lips met, parting as their tongues fought for dominance. Dimitri hadn't been lying about being unable to get Rose off his mind, and now she was in his arms again, he wasn't holding back. Confidence he didn't have before took over him, hands cupping her ass under her skirt as he carried her to the couch.

Rose moaned in encouragement, hips rolling against his. It might be dangerous to have sex with him again so soon, but if Dimitri was eager, Rose wouldn't deny herself. Using her hold on his waist, she rolled them on the couch so Dimitri was under her. There was something so enticing looking down at him, the way his lips parted and eyes glazed over with lust.

Dimitri was still so inexperienced compared to others she had slept with. Thoughts of everything she could teach him gave her a thrill.

"What do you want?" she asked, grinding her hips against his. "Do you want me on my knees for you again? Your cock in my mouth. I never did finish you last time, did I?" The blush on his face made her grin like a cat that got the cream. She dipped her head down to whisper in his ear, "Do you want to come in my mouth, Dimitri?"

His fingers gripped her thighs, fingertips digging in as he nodded in earnest. "Yes, Roza."

Rose licked the shell of his ear, "Say it."

A shaky breath slipped past his lips, "I want you on your knees."

"And?"

"... and I want to come in your mouth."

Satisfaction spread through her body. "Good boy," she praised with a wink and climbed off his lap, dropping to her knees. Quick fingers opened the front of his jeans and pulled his hardened cock through the slit of his underwear.

The tip was already weeping and Rose flicked her tongue over it. Dimitri had memorised every part of that night, dedicating to memory everything he felt, but still, experiencing it again made his memories pale in comparison.

His head dropped to the couch, swallowing thickly as Rose's lips wrapped around the head of his cock. She didn't hesitate and took him whole, swallowing him down until he hit the back of her throat. It was wet and warm, much better than anything his hand could give him.

It wasn't his intention of bringing her back to his place just for sex, he especially never intended for Rose to be on her knees for him. He was still hesitant to be rough as Rose had instructed him to be the last time. There was just something so captivating about watching her work her mouth over his length, how eagerly she took him. When Rose's eyes flicked to his, he couldn't look away.

He knew that look already, the command that was in there. His hands moved to thread his fingers in her hair; first, he just brushed her hair from her face, gathering it all together. With some courage, Dimitri fisted her hair and began to guide her head, lifting his hips to meet the back of her throat.

Rose moaned, the vibrations moving through Dimitri's cock. He repeated the motion, adding more pressure. "Yes," he panted.

When he rolled his hips again, Rose made a choking sound; he instantly let go.

"I'm sorry," Dimitri apologised with wide eyes, regretting his actions.

Rose drew back with a strange look, cocking her head to the side. It was a funny thing to notice, but Dimitri had been the first man to apologise. She was used to others enjoying the sound of her gagging on their dick, there was a reason porn had it.

But not Dimitri. It was…endearing.

"It's okay," she assured him, stroking his thighs and then up to his chest. "I can take it, it's hard to hurt me," Rose promised with a small smile.

"I… Are you sure? I can't imagine choking is comfortable."

Rose laughed and Dimitri looked down at her in confusion; she waved him off. "Sorry. It's just that it can be fun. I know some people that love it." Rose's hand curled around his cock again, slowly pumping him as she spoke, "I don't mind choking, just like I don't mind you thrusting in my mouth. I appreciate the concern though."

It was a strange feeling; one Rose hadn't felt before. His concern in the middle of her giving him a blow job threw her off balance, but not in a bad way. Moving slower, Rose leaned forward to capture Dimitri's lips in a sensual kiss. Her hand continued to move up and down, running her thumb along the tip and catching the precum.

Once she felt Dimitri relax again, she broke the kiss and dropped her mouth down to the head of his cock again. She made sure to lick and suck every part of him before bobbing her head in earnest. Dimitri's fingers returned to her hair; with small thrusts at first, Dimitri tested her limits.

They developed a rhythm, Dimitri's breath hitching as Rose picked up the pace. Again, Dimitri caused her to pause, asking, "Can you take off your shirt?"

The request was whispered as if he was unsure if he could ask it. Rose bit back her smile and released him long enough to remove her top. When he didn't ask for more to be taken off she returned to finishing him.

Dimitri watched in awe, one hand held her hair and the other reached for her chest. "So beautiful," he praised, fingers brushing along the material of her bra and the top of her breast. When he held the back of her head again as she swallowed him down, his fingers dipped into the cup of her bra and pinched her nipple.

Rose moaned in surprise, her thighs squeezing from the added pleasure. Dimitri continued to play with her nipple, switching hands to repeat the same action on her other nipple. He was close; with each moan he pulled from her, the closer he came to his peak. His thighs were trembling, hips thrusting up into her mouth.

"I'm close, Roza," he whispered. Despite saying he wanted to come in her mouth, he felt the need to warn her in case she changed her mind, but Rose doubled her effort. Dimitri's head fell back as he pulled her mouth close again, emptying himself in the back of her throat with a low groan.

Rose tried to swallow everything, but some dripped out the corners of her mouth. When Dimitri released her she licked the length of his cock again and then over the tip, grinning at how his body shivered from the stimulation.

"How was that?" she asked with a smirk and lustful eyes.

Dimitri was panting, eyes glazed over from pleasure still when they shifted to hers. "Amazing," he breathed. His hands moved to her, "Did you want me to–" His words were cut off by Rose kissing him.

"I'm okay. Trust me that that was good for me too," she praised. There was the shine of red in her eyes, though it was already fading as she stared down at him. He nodded and reached to tuck himself back into his pants, grimacing.

Tilting his head, he asked, "Do you mind if I clean up?"

A laugh bubbled from Rose's throat, tossing her hair over her shoulder, "You can do anything you want."

His eyes met hers. "You'll still be here when I come back?"

She knew she should say no. She had another taste of him just as she wanted, to take anymore could be dangerous. But Rose couldn't find the will to deny him. "I'll be here."

Dimitri gave her a grateful look, eyes lighting up at her promise.

Rose watched Dimitri walk down the hall, eyeing him carefully for the signs of fatigue he should be feeling after being with her twice in a week, and yet, he didn't show any. She had known others that hadn't been able to stand—let alone walk right after, but Dimitri wasn't more than a little slowed down.

Dimitri was different in both his reaction after she fed off him and in how he was with her. He knew that she wasn't human, but he didn't shy away from her. Even her attraction to him was different to any other; she had definitely never found a man endearing before.

She grew curious and began to explore his apartment. Maybe there was something that made him different. Maybe he was more than a simple man of God.

Rose was in the kitchen when Dimitri returned, the padding of bare feet on the tiled floor as he grew closer. "Did you want something to drink or eat?" he asked.

"I'm not hungry," she replied over her shoulder with a smirk. At least, she wasn't hungry for food. Her eyes stayed on him, taking in his bare chest and how his legs looked in the thin sweatpants. "You look comfy," she commented as she turned to face him.

Dimitri looked down at himself. "I didn't think there's much point in putting on a lot of clothes."

"Oh?" Her eyebrows raised, "Were you expecting more?"

His eyes darken, and he took a step forward, "I want to return the favour."

Rose could get lost in his eyes if he kept looking at her like that; that look of total devotion and desire made her heart skip a beat. "What did you have in mind?"

It seemed to be all the invitation he needed, confidence filled his expression as he marched up to her. Large hands gripped her waist and lifted her onto the countertop behind her. His strength made Rose swoon, enjoying a man that could manoeuvre her; thoughts went through her head wondering what he would be like if he wasn't afraid to take control.

Part of her was sure she would be putty in his hands.

Dimitri pressed between her thighs, hands slowly travelling up the smooth skin, lifting her skirt as he did. Moans slipped from her lips and were swallowed by Dimitri's as he kissed her passionately. It scratched at the itch under her skin, easing her need just enough. She felt like a teenager again, even her stomach fluttered in anticipation when his fingertips traced the edge of her underwear.

The sounds of the lock in his front door turning reached Rose's ears, but Dimitri didn't notice. The thought of someone catching them made her excited, a smirk on her lips as her hand reached into the front of his sweatpants and grasped his cock. Dimitri groaned and thrust forward as the door opened.

The woman at the door made a noise of surprise, catching Rose's eyes for a second before Dimitri jerked back as if burnt. He looked over his shoulder and a blush covered his face. "Mama?" he croaked, clearing his throat and pulling down Rose's skirt, "I didn't know you were coming today."

"Mama?" Rose repeated with a smirk, leaning back on her hands and slowly crossing her legs, still seated on the kitchen counter. Dimitri shot her a look and then turned to his mother again.

"Viktoria said she left her textbook here," his mother explained, eyes darting between the two in the kitchen. "I didn't know you would have company." She gave Rose a kind smile but her eyes were full of distrust.

The smirk on Rose's face grew, sitting proudly despite the dishevelled look of her hair or that she was just in a bra and skirt. Mothers hated Rose, and she enjoyed messing with them. She side-eyed Dimitri and snorted at the deer-in-the-headlights look on his face; of course, he was a mama's boy.

"This is Rose," Dimitri gestured behind him, tugging on her wrist to encourage her to get down, "Rose, this is my mother, Olena."

"Hi," Rose greeted with a wave of her fingers.

As if just becoming aware, Dimitri patted his bare chest and pressed his lips into a tight smile, "I'll get changed. Rose?" He held her eyes and looked pointedly at the hallway. She shook her head.

"I'm sure you can get dressed by yourself."

His eyes narrowed but he excused himself from the room leaving Rose and Olena. Dimitri's mother looked around the room, noticing the mess from earlier.

"Have you known my son long?" Olena asked, stepping closer with her purse clutched in one hand.

Rose rolled her eyes. She slipped off the counter and sauntered into the living room, picked up her top from the floor and slipped it back on. "We met recently."

"Where did you meet?"

Rose kept her back to Olena as she fixed herself in her shirt and shifted the skirt to the right position. "At church." A laugh threatened to escape but she bit it back.

"You need to leave Dimitri alone."

The sound of metal clicking made Rose spin; surprise filled her expression when Olena aimed a small silver gun at her. The woman kept her eyes trained on Rose, the gun following when she stepped to the side.

Rose laughed, "You know, I've pissed off mothers before, but none pulled a gun on me." She placed her hands on her hips, unconcerned at the threat; a bullet would hurt but it wouldn't do much to her—A perk of not being human.

Olena stood her ground, "Leave and never come near my son again. He doesn't need someone like you around him."

"Someone like me?" Rose repeated in a low tone, cocking her head to the side.

Footsteps moved down the hall, Dimitri emerging with a shirt and his hair brushed. His eyes were down at his feet before he looked up and he froze. "Mama? What are you doing?"

"Going Mommy Dearest on me apparently."

"Rose," he warned, focusing back on Olena. "Why do you have a gun?"

Olena's finger tightened on the trigger. "I've told you, leave or I'll shoot. This is my last warning."

Dimitri moved forward, trying for Olena's attention again; at the same time, Rose took a step towards them. Olena flinched and pulled the trigger. Rose felt the bullet hit her shoulder before the pain hit.

She had been shot before, it hurt like a bitch, but this was different. A burning pain exploded from the wound and spread through her, making her drop to her knees in agony. "Fuck!"

"Roza!" Dimitri cried, lunging forward but Olena grabbed his arm.

"Stop! I know it doesn't make sense, but trust me, this is for the best!" Olena explained, "Dimka she's a demon!"

"What have I done to piss you off?" Rose cursed, hand pressed to the wound but flinched as the pain flared again. "What the fuck was that?"

"It's silver coated and blessed. If you don't leave my son alone I'll shoot again!" Olena warned, lifting the gun again only to be stopped by Dimitri snatching it from her. He uncocked it and emptied the barrel. "Dimitri, what are you doing?"

"Rose isn't going to hurt anyone," he declared. He took the kitchen towel and rushed to Rose's side. So much blood was seeping from the wound, it spilled down her shirt and onto the carpet. He tried to be careful as he checked the back of her shoulder but there was no exit wound. "You need a hospital," he told her.

"No," Rose groaned, her breathing laboured, digging her nails into the floor; when her eyes flashed to his they glowed red. "They can't help me." She lashed out, gripped Dimitri's shirt tightly, pulled him forward, and slammed her lips into his. It wasn't much, but it was enough to help tie her over.

With shaky legs, she climbed to her feet and picked up her jacket, fishing through her pocket until she found her phone. Her fingers were bloodied and slipped on the smooth surface, Dimitri took it from her and whipped the screen clean with the towel.

"Who are you calling?"

Olena tried to convince him away from Rose again, "Dimka, stop helping her. You don't understand–"

"I do," he shouted, "You don't understand, Rose isn't going to hurt me!"

Dimitri helped her walk to the door, grabbing his keys as they went. Rose wasn't inclined to let him help, considering it was his mother that put her in the situation, but without Dimitri's help, she wouldn't make it far.

Very few things hurt succubus, pure silver was one of them. The fact it was blessed made it burn more. Her body couldn't heal properly and the only way to stop it from doing more damage was to remove it.

Dimitri was practically carrying her once they reached his car. The paleness of her skin worried him, making him rush to the other side of the car and climb in behind the wheel. He retrieved her phone from his back pocket, asking again, "Who do I call?"

"Lissa," Rose breathed, short pants that were sounding more painful with each exhale. "Press dial and I'll talk. Start driving east, towards the river." She had taken the kitchen towel from Dimitri and was holding it to the wound. Blood soaked through the material and it wasn't doing much to help now.

Dimitri fumbled with her phone, scrolling through the contacts, pressing the right name, and hitting dial. He placed the phone in Rose's shaky hand and started the car as it rang.

The person picked up on the fourth ring. "Rose, you promised–" a man started only to be cut off by Rose.

"Yeah, I know. But I got shot. Where the fuck is Lissa?"

"Shot? You can survive that without her help."

Rose groaned, "Not when it's a silver bullet. Now, get off your ass and put her on!"

The man cursed on the other line, and there was a scuffling and the sound of him walking. Dimitri kept driving towards the river, waiting for more instructions from Rose. Her eyes kept fluttering closed and it made him panic.

"Rose, are you going to be okay?" Dimitri asked, glancing from the road and then to her.

"Kiss me," she ordered.

"What?"

"Kiss me now." Rose reached for Dimitri with a bloody hand and gripped the collar of his shirt, yanking his face to hers and catching his lip in a bruising kiss. Luckily, they had pulled up at a red light, lips locked until a car horn blared behind them.

Dimitri drew back and drove forward again. He blinked a few times, feeling breathless. "That was…"

"I'm taking some of your strength, so I don't die," Rose explained nonchalantly, head dropped back against the headrest.

Dimitri couldn't press for more when a new voice called through the phone. "You were shot!" a woman cried, sounding much more concerned than the man was. "How far are you from here?"

Rose sighed, "Ten minutes, I think." She pointed to her left, "Turn here."

"How are you getting here? Do we need to call the cleaners?"

"No!" Rose yelled, eyes glowing in anger, "Don't you dare call them Lissa."

"Okay," Lissa replied, "You know he will find out if you come here."

Dimitri side-eyed Rose, but she stared straight ahead with an annoyed look. "I don't care. There's nowhere else I can go, and I'm worried about sucking all the life from my ride if I tried to do it myself."

"I'll get everything ready," Lissa promised. "I'll see you soon."

Rose hung up the phone, dropping it into the centre console. Her breathing was laboured, eyes squeezed shut. "Just so you know, I really hate your mother right now."

Dimitri grimaced. "That's understandable."