Hey guys! New chapter! WAHOO! Um…this one is RATED R. JUST SO U KNOW! I got a reviewer asking me to do this, so this is for that one person *wink wink, you know who you are* I had a really hard time with the lemon parts. Not that I was getting into it or anything, but because I am just used to reading it, that writing it felt weird. If it is one thing I don't write about, it's these lemon parts.

I also want to apologize for the long wait. I want to thank everyone for being so patient. Enjoy this chapter and know that I am working on the next one.

We ended up going to my hotel room that my father had rented-and paid- for. He parked, got out of the car, and opened my door. I smiled and I felt special at him opening the car door for me. Chivalry. You do not see that anymore. How lucky was I, to have a man do that for me?

He grabbed my hand, entwined our fingers, and then we walked to the entrance. I was happy, I realized. Despite it being dark, but the sky full of stars, I was felt incrediably secure and happy. I was having that buzz when Dimitri admitted he first loved me. As we were walking, I turned my head to look at him.

He was smiling that rare smile (which I saw twice today all within a half hour apart), and there was this happy glint in his eyes that I saw once, and that was when we were in the cabin. He had on this odd expression too, that I could not make out. What was it? I knew he was feeling the same happy buzz I was feeling, but still… What was he thinking? I had to ask.

"What are you smiling about?" I asked full heartedly.

He looked at me, and that glint in his eyes multiplied. "I'm just so glad your home, Roza! You have no idea how much I've missed you."

No idea! No idea! Is he kidding me! I missed him like crazy! As days go by, I wanted to come home and be with him. I wanted to kiss him like there was nobody else's business (which, really, it isn't). I stopped and yanked his arm down hard enough that he stopped walking and his torso was bent down. I was facing him, so his face came down to meet mine. My lips met his, and I kissed him hard. He was startled for just barely a moment, but quickly caught on to my mood. I released my hold on his hand while he kissed me back. His arms snaked around my waist, pulling me closer. His tongue traced the bottom of my lips. I shivered and my fingers tangled in his hair (it was still as silky smooth as I remembered). Our tongues danced in sync and I moaned in pleasure.

I was just about to jump on him and wrap my legs around him when I heard voices. I broke away from him, but slowly with my eyes closed. "I forgot where we were." I said in an amused voice. Since when does that happen to me?

When I opened my eyes, I saw that his was still closed. I leaned in and kissed his lips, then murmured, with my lips grazing his, "I love you."

His hold on me tightened. "And лове ёу" (I love you) he said in his native language. Does he know how sexy that makes him sound? My body went hot all over, and I felt like I did when we were in the cabin when things got hot.

I broke away, and tried to look in his hungry eyes. I couldn't see his eyes, due to the fact that his hair was down and in his eyes. I slid my fingers through his hair that was dangling in his face and pushed it back. When I tucked it behind his ear, my wrist was by his lips and he turned towards it and kissed it, but never broke his gaze with mine.

When I spoke, my voice shook with both excitement and nervousness. We both know what would happen, and I wanted it sooner rather than later. "Want to," I cleared my, because it was about to crack, "come up?"

For the first time ever in my life (I had never seen this side of him before), Dimitri gave me a wicked smile. He didn't say a word, just took my hand and lead me inside the hotel. I took the lead, but still walked with him-being equals.

"Reservations for Rose Hathaway."

I wasn't looking at whoever was there behind the desk. My attention was on Dimitri, and his was on mine. I smiled my most man-eating smile I could conjure up. From the look on Dimitri's face, it was the best I have ever conjured up. His whole face shined with desire, and I was sure that mine did too.

I vaguely heard the woman say fourth floor, room 209. I said my thanks, grabbed the card key and Dimitri's hand and we were off.

"Elevator?"

He shook his head. "Too long of a wait." Look who was getting impatient now! Oh, the things we could do in the elevator… My insides jumped and went hot all over at the same time.

To my left, I saw the symbol of stairs. "This way." I said and I led us to the stairs. Dimitri was faster going up the stairs than I was, but he slowed down, keeping pace with me. Soon, but not as soon as I would have liked, we reached the fourth floor. Dimitri went in front of me and opened the door for me. We didn't have far to walk, just a few steps, but that was too long of a distance for Dimitri. He pinned me against the door, his body crushing on mine, and my back flat up against the door. I stood straight up as much as I could manage with my hands down on the door when his hand cupped my face and his lips came down on mine hungrily.

My hands itched to take his shirt off, but common sense told me to slide the damn card through the slot and tumble through the door. Shut it this time! My brain scolded me. Remember what your mother and Dimitri witnessed with Adrian? Don't let strangers witness you make love to Dimitri! That would be disgusting!

By some miracle, we stumbled through the door and I shrugged out of my jacket. Dimitri kicked it shut with his heal. I didn't look around the room, my whole focus was on Dimitri, but I did notice that it was a little dark in here.

Beginning of Lemon

I walked backwards towards the bed. I hit the bed, and my knees gave out and I was half lying, half sitting up. I scooted over towards the middle. I saw Dimitri take his shirt off, and the next thing I knew, I felt his weight on the bed and saw him coming closer to me. I lifted my torso up in a sixty five degree angle to get closer to him. One of his hands cupped the side of my face and his lips met mine. His other hand cradled my neck at first, but then slowly went down, tracing my spine and I shivered. His fingers met the end of my shirt and he pulled it up over my head and tossed it in some direction (I wasn't sure which, my full attention was on him). My hands were on his muscular shoulders as he pushed me down on the bed. As I went down, my hands roamed his torso: his rock hard breasts and his abs which were bulging out like any athlete's abs would. My hands went lower, and lower, but paused when I reached his belt and the beginning of his pants.

My eyes glanced up and pure raw hunger lit his eyes. He lowered his head and his lips came down on mine again, but soon moved to the side of my jaw, then down my neck and down on my shoulder. I moaned as he kept kissing my shoulder and moved down and showered my collarbone with kisses all the way across my body.

My moan did something to him and his kissed downwards until it came in contact with the middle of my bra. His hands, which were at my waist and holding me there, slid up across my sides until it came in contact with the sides of my bra straps. He dug his hand between my skin and the sheets until he found the bra clips and undid it. I shrugged out of it, and while he threw it across the room, my hands went to his abs then slid down slowly to his pants buckle. My eyes flickered to his seductively and he let out husky grunt.

That caused a reaction in me, and I wanted them off. NOW. I unbuckled them and he helped get them off. All he was wearing now was his underwear, which were boxers. He looked at me and cupped my face.

"You are so beautiful." He said, and from his eyes- even though lust was overflowing in his eyes- I could tell that he truly thought I was beautiful. His eyes were somewhat tender and worshiping, like they were in the cabin. It made me want to cry, but at the same time jittery because I wanted him now, like I wanted him back then in the cabin.

"Dimitri." I pleaded in a whispered tone.

He shook his head. His hand that was still cradling my neck, went from my neck down the middle of my chest until it came in contact with my leather pants. My hands went to them, and I pushed them down, and he helped. When they were off, all I was wearing was black laced underwear that were like boxers but in women's, called briefs. He dipped his head down to my belly button, and then went downwards until it reached the outline of my briefs. He went from one hip side to the other, kissing every inch; all the while I moaned in pleasure.

Once he was done torturing me there, both of his hands slid down from their position on my upper waste to my briefs and he slowly slid them down. I helped kick them off- because he was torturing me, and he knew it! He flew them down on the ground. I thought he was coming back to kiss me, but his lips went down, down, down…

His lips suddenly stopped and came back to mine, but his hands went between my legs and massage my clit. I was hot all over, and desire burned deeper with every touch. I moaned loudly, and he grunted in satisfaction. He slid two fingers inside me and pumped in and out. The third time he slid inside me, I moaned against his lips so loud that you could call it a small scream. As I did that, he pulled back and lifted his head up and stared at me, watching my reaction with pleasure.

"Dimitri!" I half moaned, half pleaded, looking in his eyes.

He smiled wickedly-which was kind of mean, and suddenly, plunged in harder. I screamed. Why the hell was I having an orgasm with just his fingers? I'm such a loser! Besides, I had enough of him torturing me. I slightly lifted my body up, slightly turned sideways and pushed him flat on the bed with my hand and half laid, half sat on him so that my clit and pushing against his dick. His hand disappeared and went to his sides. I brought my lips down to his shoulder and gently gave him love bites. He moaned, and his hands went to my hips but slid down. He grabbed my buttocks and squeezed. I leaned into his hands and his hands slid down to my mid-thigh and he squeezed. I rubbed my clit against his dick and I heard him growl.

He lifted his torso up enough so that his lips were by my ear. "Roza," he said husky and half growling, gently pulling on my earlobe with his teeth- it sent shivers through my body. "Stop teasing me."

I gave a small, seductive evil laugh. "Make me."

He growled, and faster than my aphrodisiac mind could comprehend, he flipped me down on the bed, and he was hovering above me with seductive, evil smile; "Watch me."

He took my legs and spread them out. His lips started from my kneecap, half kissing my inner thigh all the way up to my folds. When he reached there, I sucked in breath and grabbed the sheets of the bed and closed my eyes in anticipation.

His lips were gone and was replaced by something hard…and something large. I opened my eyes and saw Dimitri's gaze on my face, just a half foot away from my face. When he saw me looking, he bent down and caught my nipple in his mouth and started to nip and suck gently. I moaned loudly again and pressed my clit up against his erection. If possible, he grew harder and I could tell that he was losing control…as was I. But so help me, I was not going to be the one to give in! No, he is.

I pressed up against it again and again, and each time, I could tell he was losing it; mainly because he was losing concentration on sucking my breasts. His hands came out suddenly, and grabbed my biceps, pinning my arms to the bed. He shifted his wait on the bed, so that he was on his knees and leaning down towards me.

"How long?" He asked me, and I was confused by the question. He saw it on my face and rephrased the question. "How long has it been since you last had sex?"

I smiled sweetly. "I only had sex once, and that was since the cabin." I said, blushing. His face went tender, but there was slight pain to his eyes.

"Then this might hurt." He removed his hands from my biceps and put them by my side, just barely touching my side.

I smiled. I was looking forward to it. He leaned farther down with his gaze still on mine, and I felt it pressed up against me and go in slightly. It was like someone pinched me, slightly ripping my flesh. I flinched. He pulled out and I moaned at the feel and the loss.

"Don't be a pansy Dimitri. It won't hurt later, keeping going." I pleaded. I needed this, he wasn't going to back down now. His eyes were full of desire, and I could see the conflict in them. He wanted it as bad as I did, but he didn't want to hurt me. As if!

He needed no other motivation than my words of confidence. He went in slowly, but I wasn't having any of that. I pushed up and he went in farther and started going in that familiar rhythm. My hand went on his hip then slid up to the middle of his back. My index and middle finger traced his spine and he shivered and kept going, but went a little faster. My breath caught and I moaned. His lips grazed my collarbone and he murmured "Roza," several times.

I wrapped my legs around his waist and crossed them at my ankles. When he pushed inside me, he went in farther, and I screamed- not in pain, but in pleasure.

"Dimitri, go faster!" I pleaded. And he did. And a few moments later he hit is orgasm the same time I did mine.

When it was over, he stayed inside me and he cradled me against his chest- which wasn't hairy because having a harry chest is gross.

"I love you, Dimitri." I said, leaning up and kissing his lips sweetly. "I'm so glad to be with you, to have you." To hold you. It thought. My heart felt like it was going to explode with happiness. I was having an overload of happy emotions: relief, love, happiness, joyfulness, more relief.

Dimitri kissed my forehead, both my cheeks, and then my lips. "You have no idea how much I love you, Roza," he said against my lips. He pulled back and looked me in the eyes again. "I've missed you so much. He smiled slightly, and whipped something from my upper cheek. "Shh. It's alright. I'm here."

And that was when I let out a small sob and he circled his arms around me, pulling me against him again. "Shh. It's okay." He said something in Russian, but I was unable to comprehend it.

"I hate crying." I said in slight anger, but was gone instantly. "I'm not an emotional person during sex, but to have you back wanting me and loving me, that this is just so…" I quickly searched for a word, but nothing came to mind except one word, which spoke volumes. "Liberate. You have no idea." I sighed and looked up in his eyes. "When you said you didn't want me anymore, it was like I lost everything, but now you're here with me…"

His arms tightened around me and he put his head on the back of my shoulder. "I've always wanted you, Roza." Usually, if it wasn't an emotional situation like it was now, he would have said it in a voice that said that I was absurd. But not now; he said it with such truth and reassurance that I was more than reassured; I was comforted.

I tightened my arms and snuggled closer to him. "I love you." I said again, but this time, I said it in his native language. He might have said it to me, but I was out cold before I heard anything.

End of Lemon.

I woke up to him massaging my back. I moaned in delight. "Comrade, you have magic hands." I said. I was on my back, and he was on his side, with the covers hiding half his body.

He laughed. "When are you ever going to stop calling me that?"

I didn't dare move. His hands were really amazing. Both of his hands were on the sides of my back and were digging into my skin, rubbing the muscles there. I moaned again, forgetting my smart ass remark that I had on the tip of my tongue.

"Any more moaning and I am going to give you something insanely good to moan about!" He said devilishly.

In an attempt to push my luck and see what he would do (also as payback for such a ridiculously easy opening for me to tease him), I arched my ass in the air towards his face.

He growled and slapped it. "Ohh! I didn't know you liked it like that!" I said.

He playfully glared at me. He leaned forward and grabbed my leg and slid me down towards him; his face was right above me when he leaned down. "I like it many ways."

I arched an eyebrow. "Mmm," I slid my tongue against his lower lip. I had no idea he was kinky. Mmm, interesting. "Maybe you should demonstrate." I said, sliding my hands down his chest and over his abs. He growled and for the next two hours that soon had passed, he showed me exactly how he liked it- and I found out I did too.

I woke up again, and I had no idea what time it was, and I really didn't care. Dimitri was in my arms, his head on my chest, and sound asleep. I just looked at him and watched him sleep. His guard was completely down, just like it was earlier. I don't believe I have ever seen Dimitri so relaxed before. I noticed that his forehead was completely smoothed out from worrying, and his lips were relaxed from being stern or friendly.

Time passed, and I just studied his face: his chin, nose, lips… I had to refrain from touching them. It would wake him up. Soon though, his breathing stopped being in rhythm, and I felt him stretch next to me slightly. His eyes opened and met mine.

A smile immediately came to his lips. "Good morning."

I would usually glare at anyone who ever said good morning to me, but not today. Today is a good morning, but only because I was with Dimitri.

I smiled back. "Good morning." I leaned down and to my side to get to his lips for a long, languid kiss. I broke away and leaned my head on his. "I can get use to this."

He laughed. "I agree."

My heart both jumped and swelled at that. He still wants me and still loves me.

"so…How about that dinner?" I asked, sheapishly. I was starved.

He laughed.

"What? We just had a number of rounds of hot, wild sex! You don't just expect me to go again with my fuel tank on empty." Though, I was pretty sure I could.

He laughed in amusement, but agreeing with me. "Good point." He stretched his neck out and met my lips for short languid kiss. He then got up, throwing the covers off of him, and stood up facing me, giving me a wonderful look of his nude body.

I tried to hide my satisfied and amused smile, but it was so useless. I met his eyes and he arched an eyebrow. I looked down in half embarrassment, even though I had nothing to be embarrassed about. Hell, we just got done making love! I should be used to seeing him naked, but nope. Something about his perfection kept me marveling at him.

But there was another problem- I was horny again. Damn. I should be done by now! God, this can't be normal teenage hormones!

I heard him laugh and found his hands cupping my face. "Don't tell me the great Rose Hathaway became shy?"

I looked up at him. "More as of…"

"What?" he asked with amusement and curiosity in his voice.

My eyes bored into his, and I could tell that he understood. "If we start now, then we will never leave this room, Roza."

A wicked smile came to my lips, betraying me of my dirty thoughts. "There is also room service." I suggested.

He laughed and dropped his hands, picked up his clothes and put them on….right in front of me. I had to look away and concentrate on my breathing. Was this normal?

I decided to distract myself that I should put my clothes on too. I got up while he was putting his pants on, and I heard his movements come to a halt. I didn't dare look at him. I had to keep focus, because damn it! I was hungry!

I put on my briefs and was about to pick up my bra when his hands snatched it. He had on only his pants and shoes, and was looking at me with hunger in his eyes…and it wasn't hunger for food either.

"Allow me."

He slid the straps up my arms, but never keeping his eyes off my body always looking. My body was thrilled by that. Next came my pants, and I put those on. He helped with my red spaghetti shirt, jacket, socks and shoes. His whenever I he put my socks or shoes on, his fingers would always massage my ankle and calf- it felt fantastic. I could have had him do that all day.

"Ready to leave?" He asked.

I looked him over. He still hadn't put his shirt on. He looked down and realized that. I grabbed his shirt before he could.

"Allow me." I said with a seductive smile.

He smiled wickedly in return and allowed me. I pulled the shirt over his arms, and flattened it down on his body, feeling his muscled chest and abs- that never gets old to feeling them. The muscles and skin just felt too good.

He took my hand, kissed my palm and looked at me. "Ready?"

"No, but I am hungry." For which two things, I wasn't sure of anymore.

He shook his head and led me out the door before he changed his mind. I loved him so much, it should be criminal…and it actually could be.

Give me your honest view on this chapter. How did I do? I know I did horrible on the lemon parts, but give me a break! I haven't ever written something like that…and depending on your guys reviews, I probably won't do it again. I don't believe I written anything so damn complicated, or hard to…reread (maybe b/c its just mine)

BUT PLEASE REIVEW THIS ONE.