Chapter 20

Weak and Powerless

Little angel go away
Come again some other day
The devil has my ear today
I'll never hear a word you say
He promised I would find a little solace
And some piece of mind
Whatever just as long as I don't feel so

Desperate and Ravenous
I'm so weak and powerless
Desperate and Ravenous
I'm so weak and powerless
Over you

As with everything that had to do with Rose, this time wasn't any different – any semblance and pretense of control I had scrambled to put on show were lost within seconds of physical contact. I had been with many women before her and with even more - when I'd realised she was never coming to me – in a desperate attempt to erase any memory of her and the way she made me feel, but she had been engraved so deeply there, the feel of her body, her skin and the silkiness of her hair, that no woman had ever been able to make me stop thinking about or comparing them to her.

I'd been deprived of her presence and her touch for so long, I was clutching her with desperation I had never felt before. I knew she would try to stop this from happening. She'd said that it wasn't right for us to be together like this – before we had resolved our current predicaments – yet I didn't want to stop and was prepared to argue and beg. I needed this. I needed her.

The rational part of me told me back off and give Rose a chance to decide what she wanted to happen. The dominant male part of me demanded I drag her to the bedroom, rip her clothes off and bury my face and dick into her, suck and bite until I'd left my scent and marks on her body and filled her with my seed, so she'd forget about everyone and everything else.

When Rose pulled away, I moved to her neck. She gulped air, then her palms flattened against my chest: "Dimitri... I can't... we have to stop." There was desperation in her breathless protest. There was no fire or persuasion in her words, but the rejection was hard to accept.

The caveman part won, the "No" leaving my throat in a growl, while I attacked a spot on her neck that make her arch against me. One hand slid down her spine, the other moved to the buttons of her shirt, my hips undulated so my erection could stroke the sensitive flesh between her legs. She froze for a moment, then shivered as her body reacted against her better judgment.

It was the moment she caved – all her defenses falling – that the Rose she'd buried under so much pain and sorrow made an appearance. There was violence in the way her legs locked around me, her nails digging into my shoulders through my shirt as she fought to find purchase to get closer to me. She sought more contact, more friction, as her body slid up and down mine and as I gave up on undoing her buttons and ripped the front of her shirt open. My arms moved to support her weight as my long strides ate the distance to the bedroom she'd shown me to earlier and we collapsed on the bed in a heap of tangled limbs.

In the frenzy, a little voice begged me to slow down and take my time, warned me about the consequences of my actions, but I ignored it. I was a man possessed, desperate and ravenous for the beautiful creature writhing underneath me. Clothes were thrown around the room as my need rose to a new level and my mouth followed my fingers, caressing, pinching, licking every bit of skin as I bared it.

With my face buried between her thighs, sucking, nipping, licking, I marveled at the taste that was Rose, her wetness coating my fingers and my lips, as I worked her into a frenzied mess. As she screamed her release, I couldn't wait any longer and without giving her time to come down from her high, slid my hard length inside her. Silky, wet heat enveloped me as I moved with hard, fast strokes and I fought to get even deeper with every unforgiving push.

Rose gave as good as she got – her pace matching mine, her nails digging deep – as we fought for control over each other. Right or wrong, there was nothing else I'd rather be doing at that moment, nowhere else I'd rather be and no one else I'd ever want to be with. She was mine and I'd never give her up.

Her walls gripped me tighter with each slide and I knew we both wouldn't last much longer. My movements got faster and I pushed even deeper into Rose's tight body. Her legs wrapped around me and pulled me even closer to her. I wanted to tell her so many things, but I couldn't hold my release much longer and I only managed to gasp out "Come with me, Roza!"

She exploded around me and I couldn't hold back any longer, her and my loud appreciation for each other echoing around us. I collapsed on her chest to catch my breath and she held me tight to her. When I finally looked up to Rose, I saw a lone tear roll down into her hairline, before she looked at me and whispered: "I have to go."