When Spirit Shows Its Thorns
Chapter 9
As we ascended the stairs Dimitri began to whisper soft words in Russian to me. I had no idea what he was saying, but the look in on his face told me that I would probably never stop blushing if I did. I was taken in by the breathy words and when my phone rang from my back pocket, I startled and missed the next step. Dimitri's hold kept me from falling. I ignored the call and kept walking towards my room. Dimitri had stopped his whispered words of Russian but still walked beside me with his arm around my waist.
We walked into the bedroom together. The door had barely closed behind us as I lifted onto my toes and let my mouth find purchase on Dimitri's throat. I gently nipped his skin and then swiped my tongue over the area soothing the sting of my teeth. His breath came out in a soft moan and his arms wrapped around me, pulling me into a tight embrace. His lips taking command of mine until I thought my chest would burst from the lack of oxygen.
The ringing of my phone caused both of us to jump away from one another. After a few gasping breaths I heard Dimitri's voice through the fog that I was fighting to come out of. "I think it might be important, if they are calling back so soon. Take your call, Rosa, we have all day."
Taking my phone from my pocket, I saw Adrian's name flashing on the screen. Of all the times he has to call, he had to choose this one. I glanced at Dimitri and saw that anger began to take over his face as he looked at the screen of my phone. "I'll be just outside, when you finish this call, we need to talk." With that he turned slipping out the door and closing it with a tad bit more force than necessary.
Sighing I answered the phone. "Adrian." I didn't even try to hide the annoyance in my voice.
"Little Dhampir, I hope I am not interrupting anything." He didn't sound all that apologetic.
"Actually you are. Can I call you tonight?" I snipped back at him.
"I – are you with him?" Adrian began angrily.
"Adrian, not now, later though," I said and ended the call, took a deep breath, and then went to join Dimitri on the patio. It took him a few minutes to turn his sight away from the rising sun and look my direction. He looked so vulnerable. "Come on, let's sit inside." I said and waited for him to find his way in before closing my eyes and turning my own face towards the sun. Its warmth was soothing and with a deep inhale of breath I knew I could not avoid this any longer. I abandoned the sun and joined Dimitri in the sitting room.
"Have you ended things with him?" Dimitri asked, wearing his Guardian mask, his voice thick with worry.
"Kind of," I replied, "I told him that I wanted you, that you are the only person I want."
"But you haven't told him that you do not want a relationship with him?"
"Not in as many words. I thought he would understand. When I told him that I could not live in a world you did not exist, I thought it would be enough for him to accept that I have chosen you."
"Yet he hasn't." It was more of a statement than a question. "When did you tell him this? He hasn't called before today."
"In a Spirit Dream," I said before I could stop the words.
"He visits your dreams? What happens in these dreams, Rose?" His voice was one of controlled anger, his eyes flashing accusingly at me.
"We talked. Last night was the first dream he had visited since you were restored." I was frantic in my words. "He doesn't want to let me go. He said, he said," I was beginning to stutter as all of the words he had bitten out at me came back.
"What did he say Rose?" Dimitri was standing now, his form making the room shrink in size, his anger filling the space between us.
"He said he would fight for me. That I would never be enough for you, okay? He said you were nothing more than a fleeting teenage fancy and I needed to wake up from the fairy tale of you. I needed to let you move on to- so you could move on- so you could live a life that you dreamed of." My voice broke under the hushed yelling that it had become and sobs took over. Dimitri offered no comfort; he still stood intimidatingly in the middle of the room. When my sobs slowed, he took a step forward.
"I do not know what he told you of my dreams, Rose, but I can assure you that you are the only dream I need to be happy in this life." His words had grown softer and he sunk into the couch beside me, dragging me into his lap.
"I can't give you children." I let the words hang between us.
"Oh Roza," he sighed. "I wouldn't trade a lifetime with you even if it meant I could have dozens of children. You will be all I need in my life." I didn't think it was possible but his grasp on me grew even tighter.
"You say that now, but what about in another year or two, five years from now, will you be able to say the same?" I don't even know if I was making any sense to him but I carried on. "Will you wake up one day and find that you hate me? Will you decide that it was selfish of me to hold you back?" My tears had died off but still threatened to spill once again.
"Yes, Rose. I mean what I say. You are all I will ever need. I could never love another woman as I do you and if I could not find in them what I find in you, I could never contemplate a family with them. I want only you." He pulled back from me far enough to bring his mouth to mine. His lips tender as the traveled from my mouth to my cheeks. Everywhere his lips touched my skin; they chased away more and more of my insecurities. I am not sure when, but his mouth grew more demanding and soon he had complete control over all of my senses. I was essentially putty in his hands by the time he moved us to the bed.
He kissed his way down my throat and nipped the skin just above where the collar of my t-shirt laid against my collar bone. His hands stroked down my arms, and back up, only to slide down my sides. When he reached the bottom of my shirt he slowly lifted it, licking and sucking the skin with each new inch he revealed. The feel of his kisses against my body was blissfully torturous. Just as he had pushed my shirt above my breasts, exposing the deep purple lace that held my breasts, he swore against my skin. He looked into my eyes and with a sting of Russian words, tore my shirt over my head and arms, leaving me nearly completely exposed from the waist up. His lips captured mine once more before beginning a descent of my neck and chest. He savored the swell of my skin above the lace of my bra, causing a moan to pass between my lips. He growled with approval at the sound and began to earnestly nips and lick at the lace. As his mouth moved lower to my stomach, my fingers found themselves wound in his hair, pulling it loose of the leather band holding it back. With the restraint gone his hair fell forward brushing gently across my bare skin. The feeling set me nearly on edge as my hips instinctively rose from the bed. My hands slipped from his head and settled on his back. Fisting his shirt in my hand, I whimpered at the offending piece of clothing.
Smiling against my stomach, Dimitri lifted his head and blew a cool breath across the moisture his tongue had left behind. My skin goosed and before I could complain about the lack of him against me, Dimitri had removed his shirt and began his exploration of my body once more. My hands returned to his back and I reveled in the moan I caused to pull from him as my nails gently raked down each side of his spine. "Roza," he said before bringing his lips back to mine. He pulled me up from the mattress and held me chest to chest with one hand as his others began to dance down my side and back. I felt as the clasp on my bra was released, but it never registered because before I could think of how exposed it left me, Dimitri had laid me back on the bed, my lips forgotten as he brought his tongue to flick across one tightened nipple as his thumb flicked the other. He sucked the tight bud under his tongue and releasing it quickly, blew a current of caressing air upon it. My body bucked against his as an electric current traveled from my breasts to my core.
I begged him for more. My body was tight and I needed release from the heated coils that built beneath my skin. Ignoring my pleas, Dimitri switched his mouth to my other breast, repeating his actions. I called out his name as the coils grew tighter. My body was thrashing against his, seeking what I wanted most. Everywhere his mouth teased drew another moan from me and another electric jolt. They always rushed through me to my soaked core. By the time he finally made his way down to the waistband of my jeans, I was nearing tears of frustration. I was a puddle of squirming, begging goo.
His tongue swiped across the skin just above my jeans and then he was gone. Stunned, my body began to rise in search of him again, but was halted when his lips once again crashed against mine. I felt his hands on the button of my jeans and as his lips left mine; my jeans were pulled down my legs and discarded rather quickly onto the floor. As I felt the cool breeze that floated through the room against the wet apex between my legs, I knew that in one swift motion he had rid me of the last remaining bit of clothing. Dimitri stood bared beside the bed drinking in my own naked form.
Breathing out a string of Russian, his hands began roaming my body, warming me under their touch. I loved the gentle feel of his hands on me, but I was beyond the need for such loving fondling. I needed Dimitri to fill me, to complete me. "Please, I can't take much more." I whimpered. Dimitri brought his hand to my face, brushing my cheek with his thumb as he brought his body to hover over mine. Keeping his eyes locked on mine, I felt his hand leave my face and position his cock at my most sacred opening. In one swift motion, he filled me to my very limits. Pausing to take in a fresh gulp of air, he said something once more, but I couldn't comprehend it over the white light and rushing sound that had over taken my eyes and ears. I lifted my hips seeking the friction I needed so badly and Dimitri began to slowly rock in and out of me. I felt as my body began to tighten under him again, winding up and then beginning to fall apart again under his touch. His pace quickened until I felt as if the world was about to implode around me. His name rushed from between my teeth as my body jerked and the muscles in my core began to tighten around him, pulling and milking him. The world shattered around me in a roar as my vision was once again taken over by exploding bright lights. His own cry of my name filled the room as his body slumped over me.
After catching our breath, Dimitri somehow was able to bring the covers from beneath us to settle over us. Snuggling into his side, I fell into a deep, peaceful slumber.
