The chapter you have all been waiting for! Believe me when I say that it was hard to write this, because it was. Oh god, I don't even know if I made the right calls.

Sorry for taking so long, this story sometimes leaves me so emotionally exhausted because it's so difficult to write and be in the mindset of Rose as she is in this story. However, her being with Dimitri makes it easier. He's just so ahhh! GREAT! I love him! (: Okay, let me know what you think?

Chapter 22

The colorful lights were everywhere. On the wall, on the floor, on the table, on Adrian.

I giggled because it was disorientating, but in a good way. I never experienced a good disorientating feeling and I was glad that it existed.

"What are you laughing about?" Adrian yelled over the music. He was looking rather attractive; the grey tuxedo did great things for his eyes. And the red tie to match my dress, made the outfit more outrageous, in a good way.

"Nothing" I smiled at him. Not wanting to share my thoughts with him. The only person I could really ever share my thoughts with was Dimitri or Christian.

However, as of lately Christian had been missing out of my life, he had been too busy with the next Chanel supermodel to pay any attention to me. I wasn't too fond of the relationship, mainly because I was jealous. Christian had been mine—in a total platonic way—for such a long time, that sharing him now was something my mind couldn't wrap around. I know it was selfish of me, to ask for his time when he had finally conquered through all the obstacles and gained the girl of his dreams but I couldn't help it.

"Do you want to dance?" Adrian said into my ear.

I wanted to dance, to dance all night. But not with Adrian. With my Russian back at home.

Without Dimitri though, I settled for the second best and ran to the middle of the dance floor. Adrian trying to keep up.

"Okay, how do you dance this?" I asked shyly. Who the hell didn't know how to dance? Oh yea. Me. Rosemarie Hathaway, the weirdo

I ignored my negative thoughts and focus rather on the silly movement that Adrian made with his feet. I followed suit.

We danced song after song. Each time, Adrian showing me to move my body to the rhythm.

This was one of the few times I felt comfortable with my body. I was completely letting myself go; I was in control of my moves. Of the rhythm of my body. No one else, just me.

The night was endless. It seemed to have frozen for a few hundred teenagers. And for the first time ever, I felt my age. I was enjoying myself and my peers.

Christian and Lissa had joined us and we were group dancing, doing some weird moves. Even going as far as pulling some 80's moves.

The only time when we stopped and took a break was when they announced Prom Queen and Prom King, which turned out to be Lissa and Adrian. To say that their dance together was awkward was an understatement.

As soon as they could get their hands away from each other, they did.

Adrian and I spend the remaining time of Prom slow dancing, and as I laid my head against his chest as I contemplated my life.

A few months ago I've never thought this would be possible. I was stuck, on a world that was only white and black, no colorful lightning. Viktor had been the dictator of my life, ruling every aspect of who I was. I was trapped, having no time to find who I truly was. I was in a world where all I could do was endured the shittiness that was thrown at me. Endure the pain and suffering of watching Viktor do his disgusting acts to my body. Endure the pain that was caused to Mason and Eddie…

Now, everything was different. Now I had a purpose. Now I was free. Dimitri had given me this. He had colored my life. Making it possible for all of this to happen, for me to find something worth living for. He had given me the life that I had once lost. He had made it possible for me to look at the world and not be mad at it. He had given me his love. The only thing I needed from him. With his love, I know I could go through hell and back and still have hope.

"I want to go home" I wanted to be with Dimitri, to have him hold me close. To have him love me.

"Okay, let me just go get the car. Wait for me at the door" Adrian quickly walked towards the door. He had promised me that as I soon as I said "let's go", we would. I was glad that he had kept him promise.

"Hey, Sparky." I tapped on Christian's shoulder.

"Wassup Chica?" He smiled cockily at me, as he held Lissa in his arms.

"I'm leaving. I'll give you a call tomorrow." Without waiting for his response, I headed towards the door.

Adrian was already waiting for me at the door and I rapidly got into the passenger seat of his Porsche.

We got to Dimitri's apartment, to our home, in fifteen minutes. I said a quick goodbye to Adrian as I hurried to get into the apartment. Adrian yelling something about hanging out tomorrow and so forth, but I was too busy thinking about my Russian to actually comprehend what he had said.

I threw the door open in a matter of seconds, a little too loud for my liking but I was happy to be met with Dimitri's gorgeous face.

He was watching the TV, some western movie was on, but he had been startled by the door being thrown open. His eyes were wide, and he had quickly stood up in a fighting stance, ready for whatever danger was coming into his home, our home.

This is what a real man was. One who cared for others, even if they were not part of him. He cared for both Mason and Eddie as if they were his own sons. He did anything and everything for them and I. He didn't take advantage of our situations, but rather tried to help us overcome our obstacles. He wasn't a coward. He wasn't Viktor. And I loved him. I was completely in love with Dimitri Belikov.

In love. I wanted to share my life and body with him—eternally.

I walked up to him, locking the door.

As I came closer to him, I reached for him with my hand. As soon as I was within reach he took my hand and led me to his room. I knew that he had seen my resolve. I knew that today was the day. The day when I would leave the past behind—forever.

He locked the door to his room as I stood in the left corner of his bed, just standing there, admiring the man that was everything to me.

His brown locks were damp; he must have taken a shower before I got here. Nonetheless, the dampness didn't distract from his beautiful structure, rather it emphasized his beauty. His brown eyes were wide, full of desire. But there was something else, the spark his eyes had whenever he looked at me. The same spark I would see in my eyes if I could look at myself in this moment.

He walked slowly towards me,

"Oh Roza, Roza. You look so beautiful" He lean forward and touched my shoulder. He was barely in contact with my skin, but I felt like I was on fire.

The soft spot on my shoulder he was touching made me ache for him more. I whimpered at the warm that his fingers offered. How he made me feel these emotions with barely a touch was beyond me.

Dimitri closed the distance between us as he came closer to me, so close—oh you couldn't get much closer—that I didn't know where I began and he ended. I had lost sense of everything that didn't revolve this moment between Dimitri and I.

He lifted my chin towards him and kissed me.

He was pouring his life and love into the kiss; it was soft but full of passion. I returned it with as much force, trying to capture all of my feelings into the kiss; love, passion, lust, admiration, gratefulness, and so many things.

Without breaking the kiss, Dimitri moved us towards his bed, where he slowly laid me down. So gentle, as if he was afraid of breaking me or maybe that I would disappear as soon as he laid me down.

Once my whole body was in the bed, he looked down to me, his eyes burning with every positive emotion. I knew Dimitri loved me, I knew that we shared something special, but looking at him right now left me breathless because I knew what was about to happen was going to be an act of love. Of two people so in love with each other that they needed to share the intimacy.

I reached to bring his head down to me and our lips touched again. It felt surreal. For a second I fear that it was only one of my dreams, but I couldn't possibly be imagining the way Dimitri's soft lips moved so in sync with mine, like they were doing a graceful dance or battle with each other.

I started to let go off all my insecurities, this was it. It was what I've been craving for. What I needed.

Dimitri reached to my side, where he knew the zip to my dress was. He slowly brought it down. Too slow that my body shuddered every time it got closer to the end. Once he did, he raised me into a sitting position and threw the dress to the side of his bed.

I sat in the middle of his bed, half naked. And I felt like the most beautiful girl in the world. Dimitri was staring at me like I was a precious gem, something so beautiful that he was afraid to touch me. He would look at my face and then my body, never knowing where to start.

I knew that he didn't want to scare me so I grabbed his hand and led it to one of my breast.

Even through the thick fabric of my bra, Dimitri's touched penetrated it and left my sensitive skin alert, craving more. I unhooked my bra and Dimitri looked at bit shocked. He mouth was opened, like I was giving him the greatest gift on earth. If only he knew that he was the one that was giving me the world through his touch.

I came closer to Dimitri, wanting to feel his body on mine. He obeyed my movements and came down with me, withholding his weight so it wouldn't crush me.

I sought out his lips again and this time as he kissed me with his endless passion, he played with my breast, each one enjoying his touch more and more.

I was excited, my panties were damped. I moaned in pleasure.

Reaching to the end of Dimitri's shirt I lifted it and discarded it in a matter of seconds.

I knew Dimitri had a gorgeous body, but being so close to it and being able to actually touch it made me start breathing heavier. Wetting my panties more than they already were.

Dimitri moved off me, and laid next to me, where he let me be in control. Somehow he knew that I needed that.

I moved on top of Dimitri and straddled him. Touching his defined and toned muscles, my breathing escalating. I kissed the top of his neck and made my way down, kissing every part of his nude chest, his stomach, his arms, and every naked skin I could find. Once I made it to the top of his jeans, I looked up to him. Asking for permission to take more of his clothes off.

He nodded his head, his eyes piercing into my soul and letting me know how much he cherished this moment.

Dimitri's pants joined my dress and his shirt in a matter of seconds. His boxers shortly after.

Dimitri, My Dimitri, stood in front of me in all his glory. His manhood stood tall and proud and all I could do was stare.

This time it was me who was scared of touching him, not because I was afraid of touching him, but because I didn't know how to. Dimitri noticed my struggle and as I had done, he grabbed my hand on his and led me towards his harden member. Enclosing my fingers, with his in top of mine, I moved my hand up and down his long shaft.

I knew the act brought him pleasure. But it did the same for me. Knowing that I could do that to him, left me in a moment of bliss. I closed my eyes, letting all my emotions control me.

I felt good. Oh so good.

In that moment, Dimitri brought me closer to him and kissed me, flipping us over. Once again, he was in control, but I didn't mind. I trusted him.

Still holding his arousal in my hand, I stroke him a few more times and then let go.

Dimitri stared kissing my breast, bringing me an immense pleasure I didn't know existed.

He touched every part of my body, kissing me in every place he could.

I whimpered and moaned. Silently screaming his name.

"Oh Roza. Roza. Roza." He would say the words, and they—with his touch—sent me to cloud nine.

When Dimitri discarded my panties, I was on the verge of my excitement. Something had built up in my stomach; it was such an exciting feeling.

However, none of that compared to when he actually touched my sex. His soft, but manly hands, took me over the edge, bringing me extensive amounts of pleasure.

He didn't stop though, his soft and slow touch only increased. He was exploring every part of me with those long delicate fingers.

After more gentles touches, he stopped and he moved to the center, putting himself between my legs. His manhood was lined up with my entrance.

He held each of my hands in his. Those soft and gentle eyes looked at me. He was telling me that this was it. This was the moment, no turning back after this. But I thought about it and there had been no turning back after he brought me to his room. We both knew that right now, this moment, it belonged to us. This is where we truly lost ourselves.

He didn't need a nod of my head or anything because he too had understood what I just had. He entered me slowly and the world, all my senses, everything was now truly lost.

I was losing myself in Dimitri and he was losing himself in me.

We made love all night long.