We're almost to the end! :'( Only three/four more chapters to go after this one.
Since I suck at keeping lemons short this chapter is a lot longer than I'd orginally planned for it to be. Inspiration for this goes to Little-Angry-Kitten who brought up The Notebook when she was writing a scene for her own story (go check out her fics, they're amazing) and helped me out with the idea in my head of how I wanted the scene to go. :/ www (dot) youtube (dot) com/ watch?v= ECjjp21ZvTw If you want to refresh your memories ;)
Now for the chapter that earns the story its M rating ;)
Chapter Nine.
21st June 1961.
"I, Dimitri Paul Belikov, take you, Rosemarie Hathaway to be my lawfully wedded wife. To have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and health, to love and to cherish, forsaking all others until death do us part."
Rose smiled up at Dimitri as he slid the slim, gold wedding band onto her left ring finger and kissed it as the priest began to drone on again.
Will you marry me?
Rose's brows furrowed as she caught sight of Christian mouthing the words at her, and then giggled as she realised that he was talking to Lissa who was stood slightly behind her, as her maid of honour.
She couldn't turn around to see what Lissa mouthed back, but judging from the bright grin that lit up Christian's eyes, she knew the answer must have been yes. Rose laughed quietly again. Lissa had wanted to get married from the minute she'd laid eyes on Christian. If he thought that Rose and Dimitri's nine month engagement had been short he was in for a big surprise.
"I, Rosemarie Hathaway, take you, Dimitri Paul Belikov, to be my lawfully wedded husband. To have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and health, to love, cherish and obey, forsaking all others until death do us part."
Christian whooped, cutting off the priest as Rose grinned up at Dimitri and slid his wedding band on, and then giggled as Dimitri interlinked their fingers and pulled her in to his body so he could lean down to kiss her softly.
"We're married," Rose's voice was a soft whisper against Dimitri's lips. "I love you."
"I love you, too."
Their lips met, softly and briefly at first, but then longer and more passionately as Dimitri lifted Rose right off of the floor and she wrapped her arms around his neck.
A small round of applause echoed around the tiny church, headed by Lissa and Christian and continued on by the few other guests they'd invited. Mr. Ivashkov and his wife, Eddie, Mason – one of Dimitri's kitchen hand's, and Mia and Natalie, two of the maids who Rose often cleaned with when she was a maid.
Rose grinned and leant her forehead against Dimitri's, wrapping her legs around his waist as he carried her out of the church.
"Dimitri," Rose's voice was a soft moan as he carefully laid her down on top of the bed covers.
True to his word, Adrian had allowed them to host the reception at the hotel; but since they had so few guests they had just used one of the private drawing rooms so that everyone could sit together and eat, talk and dance for a few hours before they had the rest of the evening for themselves. He'd also done them a huge favour, his good mood boosted by Rose's success with the band. He'd allowed them to use one of the guest flats for their wedding night. They would call for room service, or cook for themselves in the small kitchen, relax in the front room, or simply enjoy their night in the bedroom, without fear of falling out of either side since it was a double bed.
And that was exactly what they'd decided to take advantage of.
Rose's breath caught as Dimitri's lips left hers to trail light kisses across her cheek and down her neck as her back arched and her fingers fisted into his hair.
"Dimitri,"
"Yes, Roza?" There was amusement in his voice as he pulled away from her skin to stare down into her eyes. Passion and excitement lit his up as his hands stroked down her sides, trailing down her legs until he reached her knees and the hem of her dress so he could bunch it in his hands and slowly slide it back up her legs, revealing tanned, smooth skin that flushed under his heavy gaze. "God, you're beautiful."
Rose blushed heavily as she sat up and pulled the dress over her head, excitement pitting in her stomach as Dimitri's eyes raked over her semi-naked form.
Lissa had tried to get her to go out and buy some special lingerie for her wedding night, but she'd refused. Dimitri loved her as she was, and her underwear wouldn't change that.
Her hands trembled and her breathing quickened as she reached for Dimitri's belt, tugging his shirt ends free before she trailed her hands up and over his chest, feeling the contours and dips of his muscles underneath the pads of her fingertips as she reached the first button. She swallowed and undid it quickly, and then another and another before she lost her nerve, and then glanced up into his eyes, desire polling low in her stomach when she saw how much his irises had darkened as he watched her undress him.
"Keep going. Please, Roza." His voice was soft, a whisper in the dimly lit room, and Rose's hands started moving on their own accord, nearly ripping the buttons from Dimitri's shirt was she tugged at them eagerly, and then pushed the sleeves down his arms for him to take it off properly before turning his attention to his belt buckle.
"I can't-" Her hands slipped and fumbled, until Dimitri's larger ones rested on her hips, making her pause.
"Slow down, Roza," His lips pressed against hers lightly. "There's no rush."
She nodded, and then leant forwards, resting her head against his chest as she finally succeeded in undoing his belt and trousers, enabling her to push them down his hips before she scooted back up the bed as he pulled them all the way off, along with his socks, and then joined her.
His hands gently caressed her skin as he grasped her thighs and carefully rolled her stockings down her legs; and then he paused, watching Rose intently as she smiled nervously and reached around to unclasp her bra.
"Wait," His hands replaced Rose's, fumbling a little as his lips crashed down to meet hers.
Rose's body felt aflame as he finally managed to indo her bra, and she moaned a little as she felt her chest press against his, heated skin against heated skin as his hands moved to her hips and slipped her underwear down her legs as she did the same to him.
"Roza," Rose pulled back from Dimitri, noting the way that his lips were swollen, his cheeks flushed as his chest heaved and he gazed down at her before scooping her up into his arms, and pulling the covers back so he could carefully place her in the bed and climb in after her. "Are you sure you're ready?" His palm cradled her cheek as they wrapped around each other, their legs intertwined and their chests pressed together as they explored each other's body with soft, loving strokes and touches.
Her eyes met his, hazel meeting chocolate brown filled with love and steady assurance and Rose smiled.
"Yes," Her fingers slid up his shoulders and curled into the ends of his hair as he shifted so he was above her, his body pressed in between her legs. "I love you."
His eyes softened, and Rose lifted her head so her lips could meet his as he pressed against her more firmly, and then he drove forwards, thrusting into her sharply.
Rose gasped, and Dimitri grimaced at the thought of hurting her, even though, in this case, it wasn't something he could avoid.
His lips traced across her face lightly, pressing soft kisses to her forehead, her eyelids, her cheeks as Rose breathed deeply, her nails digging into the corded muscles of his back as she waited for the pain to subside. Once it started to dim she shifted underneath him, heat flooding through her body at the soft moan that escaped Dimitri's lips with the movement.
"Are you okay, Roza? Do you want to stop?" His eyes were wide and worried but Rose smiled and kissed him soundly, her legs lifting to wrap around his waist as he began to slowly move against her. His thrusts were gentle, and Rose winced a little, but as he continued to move against her, the pain dulled and small tremors began to run through her body.
"Move with me, Roza." Dimitri's hands grasped her hips firmly, encouraging her to rock her hips against his as he drove forwards, allowing him to enter her even more with each thrust. Pleasure began to course through Rose's body as she clutched at his shoulders, soft pants escaping both of their lips as they grew more confident with each other and the excitement faded away, leaving love and passion in its place.
"Roza- I- I-"
Rose moaned loudly and then pulled Dimitri's face down to meet hers roughly as he began to thrust into her body faster and harder, a whimper building up in her throat as she lifted her hips to meet his again and again, her hands sliding down his back to grab at his hips, trying to keep him as close to her as possible as they moved together on the bed.
Sweat beaded up on their bodies as they rocked together, and then Rose's stomach clenched as Dimitri trembled.
"Roza- I'm clo-" One of his hands slid up to cup her breast as the other dug into the sheets as Rose thrust upwards and he drove forwards, burying himself to the hilt.
A strangled scream escaped Rose's lips as her hips bucked frantically and stars shattered behind her closed eyelids, while Dimitri trembled and then found his release as Rose's walls convulsed around him tightly.
"I- wow."
Rose nodded and panted breathlessly as Dimitri slumped on top of her, his face falling into the crook of her neck.
"I love you, Dimitri."
"I love you, too, Roza," His lips met hers and she kissed him happily, loving the stronger sense of intimacy that surrounded them. "That was amazing. You are amazing." Rose smiled at Dimitri's words, keeping her legs locked around his waist as he rolled onto his side so he didn't crush her tiny body with his larger frame.
Her head tucked under his chin and she traced soft patterns onto his chest with her fingertips as they both waited for their breathing to slow and calm.
Once she could breathe easily, Rose pressed her lips to his throat, and then leant back to meet his gaze, a cheeky glint in her eyes.
"Are you ready for round two?"
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