RPOV

I woke up in a plushy bed, and for a moment I thought I was back in the caves; but the place looked different. There was less 'Dimitri' in this room. Even though I could smell him, and feel his arms wrapped tightly around me. How did I get here? And where was here?

I tried to think back to last night, but my mind was bombarded with images of fire and ash. Viktor had been there, and he was going to lock Lissa up so he could take her place. I had felt so enraged and it wasn't long before the markings had made an appearance. But unlike before, the markings weren't able to contain my power. I felt and saw the moment it failed and I had destroyed everything, including Viktor.

I had killed someone. I always knew it was a possibility and I had been prepared to do it if it meant protecting Lissa. But even though Viktor had gone after Lissa, killing him was unnecessary.

Lissa.

I sat up in a panic, waking the sleeping Dragon next to me. I wondered if waking a Dragon is the same as waking a dog. Not a good idea?

"Roza? What's wrong."

What's wrong? Everything is wrong. I killed someone. Barbecued him to the point there wasn't anything left of him. I exploded, but am still here. And the fact I was focusing on right now, because the rest was simply beyond my comprehension; Lissa had been kidnapped.

"Where is Lissa?"

I looked around the room frantically but noticed she wasn't there. I did notice the room I was in was meant for something a lot larger than me. The bed or more accurately the furs on the rock I was currently lying in was larger than my entire room at the palace.

"Christian, a friend of mine, took her, she is safe and well-guarded."

I cocked my head.

"Christian the Snarky?"

He narrowed his eyes at me as something seemed to be dawning on him.

"Yes," he said hesitantly. "How do you know that?"

"We met them yesterday at the market. Him and Adrian the Charming. They are Dragons, right?"

If Dimitri's eyes had narrowed at the mention of Christian, his eyes practically became lines at the mention of Adrian.

"That is why they got there that fast." He mumbled under his breathe.

When I looked at him confused he shook his head.

"Christian is a good friend of mine and Adrian is my cousin who has a tendency to drive me crazy and put his nose where it doesn't belong."

"Like what?" I asked innocently. Anything to get my mind off of my murderous tendencies and onto something else.

His eyes changed from annoyed to almost lovestruck. He sat up and gently brushed the hair away from my shoulder.

"He knew I was struggling with my feelings towards you. He must have become curious and wanted to see for himself."

I touched his bare chest as I shimmied a little closer. Breathlessly, I spoke.

"You struggled with your feelings towards me?"

A small smile came across his face. "Of course I did. I was falling in love with a human, or I thought I was at the time. I knew the chances of us living a happy life together were practically zero, so I told myself I needed to get you out of my head, but for once in my life, my heart over-powered my head."

He pulled me closer as I sat on his lap. He was running his fingers through my hair and rubbing my back with the other. I shied away from such a loving and gentle gesture.

"You'd even love me after what I did?" It was barely a whisper but I voiced my innermost fear. Yesterday, I hadn't just learned I was half human; I had also lost a piece of humanity on a whole different level.

He pulled me closer.

"Last night wasn't your fault."

I pushed myself away from him as I got up from the large bedrock. I put my fingers through my hair and tried very hard to resist the urge to pull out every last strand of my long dark locks.

"It was. I wanted to hurt him. I wanted him to pay for what he did to Lissa and the next moment I knew…He was gone… Everything was gone. There was nothing but ash." I held my hands in front of my face and wiggled my fingers. I could still feel the last bit of his ashes fly through them, carried on the wind and scattered across the earth.

He stood up and followed me.

"You didn't mean to Roza. Your power got out of control. I have asked my grandmother to take a look at you when you woke. We need to know if the binding spell broke and what the…ramifications might be."

"The spell broke. I saw it. And ramifications… Like me incinerating someone else?"

He pulled me close trying to hide me from the truth.

"You can't incinerate anyone here Rose. You're in a Fire Dragon stronghold."

I wanted to believe him. I wanted to believe he was safe, but I could hear the doubt in his words.

"So there is no chance I will hurt you?"

He smiled and convincingly lied to me.

"No, you can't hurt me."

I rubbed the sides of my arms. I looked down at my feet and pulled away from him. I also noticed he hadn't answered my question. Did he still love me after what I did?

He seemed to notice my inner turmoil and pulled me close as he grabbed the side of my face and stared down into my eyes that were on the brink of tears.

"Listen to me Roza. I know the difference between killing someone and what happened last night, I killed enough people in battle to know. Yes, they were the enemy, but they had lives I destroyed. If anyone should be asking for forgiveness, it is me. What you did was an accident. Something you can blame me for, for getting too close to you and your father for binding your powers in the first place. It. Was. Not. Your. Fault. I loved you because you are a vibrant and strong and protective woman. That hasn't changed."

He pulled me back to the bed and placed me on his lap sitting sideways as he brushed the lonely tear that had fallen.

"I love you. Nothing is going to change that."

I looked at him and buried my face in his chest. I quietly sobbed as I mourned the person who had fallen victim to my powers. But I realized that is exactly what it was. There was a difference between my powers and me. Since I had met Dimitri, I had been a slave to them. They came and went when they pleased, leaving me confused and less human each time. No more. I would take control of my power.

I pulled back and looked at Dimitri. His face was so gentle as he tried to soothe me. He seemed to notice my change in posture and a small smile tugged at his lips and a look of pride washed over him.

"I need you to teach me. Viktor may not completely be my fault, but anyone else who falls victim to my power will be. I need to either control this or bind it again, so I don't hurt anyone."

"I will Roza; I will."

He gently kissed me on the side of my cheek and slowly moved to my lips. I wanted to forget about last night. Well, maybe not the entire night. I wanted to revisit a different part of the night; before this entire nightmare began. The part of the night where I had asked to stay with him forever, and I realized forever had just gotten a few centuries longer for me. Lissa's abduction had prevented him from answering, but for now knowing he loved me, unconditionally, was enough. I needed to feel his love. I needed him to chase away this cold feeling of guilt inside of me and love me.

I needed him to make love to me.

I kissed him hard and pressed myself against his body. He immediately responded by grabbing me and positioning me on his lap with both my legs pressed on the outside of his thighs as I was trying hard to prevent any space from coming between our bodies.

He was wearing leggings even if his chest was bare. I noticed I was wearing a sleeping gown. I wondered if Dimitri had changed me last night, but when I thought back to the last few moments before I had passed out. I remembered I was naked. I chose not to dwell on that, but on imagining Dimitri running his fingers over my skin in a loving gesture as he put the nightgown on. I could imagine it in great detail because he seemed to be adopting a similar strategy for taking the item of clothing off.

He had loosened the strings at the front and was brushing the sides of my shoulders. The gown was way too big and it fell down my torso and pooled between us, still concealing my most intimate part. But my breasts were now exposed and they seemed to draw his attention. He was cupping one of them, squeezing lightly and I gasped at the feeling. Having someone else's hand do this, felt completely different than when I touched them myself. My nipples were hardening and he was gently brushing his thumb over one of them to help stimulate the erection of my peaks. He pinched it, and I threw my head back, pressing my breasts closer to him. He took the invitation and started to lick them. First, he simply lapped at them and licked but after a few moments, he gently bit down, sending delicious thrills down to my core.

I was rocking my hips and grinding myself against him, trying to find any friction I could. And I quickly found something large and hard to provide me with that friction. He growled against my chest and I assumed he was enjoying it as well.

He picked me up as if I weighed nothing, and laid me down next to him on the bed. He moved the gown over my hips, thighs and further down until it reached the ends of my feet and was thrown away. I lay naked next to him as he took me in. We had been in this position once before, and I hoped to God we wouldn't be interrupted again.

He was gazing at my body as he traced my skin with his fingers everywhere his eyes went. It wasn't long before his eyes had zoned in on their prize and his hand followed. He first gently brushed my node at the top and then moved to my folds. I could feel him spreading the wetness around. His gentle ministrations were both euphoric and hellish. I wanted him to touch me, but every time he lifted his fingers to deposit them elsewhere, I felt his loss immediately and needed more of him. I needed him deeper. I didn't know what I wanted, but I knew I my body craved him and needed more. I needed him to rub harder; to move faster. I was beginning to rock against his fingers to try and create the friction I needed myself. But he withdrew his fingers in punishment. A whimper from me alerted him that his punishment had been successful.

He withdrew his fingers altogether and placed his hands on my sides, running his hands lovingly over my body. He kissed my lips, then my breasts, then my stomach and with each kiss he traveled lower, his hands following. He looked up once with a sly smirk on his face before he finally kissed me down there. He spread my legs so he could move his face in between them and I felt strangely vulnerable. One hand was placed on my stomach in a gesture of reassurance; the other was on the inside of my thigh keeping my legs spread.

He licked me from top to bottom and back and the sensation sent goosebumps all over my body. His tongue pressed against my node and I grabbed his hair as I pushed him closer. I was now rocking my hips slightly against his tongue, moving in sync with his stimulation. The hand on the inside of my thigh found a new destination and I felt him insert a finger inside me. I moaned loudly.

"God Roza, you are so wet."

He could have been speaking Chinese for all I cared; I was in heaven. The gentle stimulation at the top with the movement and fullness inside of me was perfection.

I had read a passage in the books about the knight, where he had orally stimulated his damsel in distress. At first, I thought it would be gross - but now I understood the appeal.

I heard the swishing sound of his fingers moving in and out of me, and from the movements of his tongue over the wet area. The sound was strangely erotic. I couldn't really see what he was going down there, only feel. But hearing it added another layer of sensation. I also received other sensory input that drove me further into a frenzy. The smell. The smell of my arousal, and I think I could smell him. His own smoky and pine smell was amplified with something salty - and the smell turned me on even more.

He seemed to be equally affected as he left my wet core a moment to get rid of his pants. The normally cool and collected Dragon was now practically ripping his pants off to free himself. I had seen it before, yet I was still amazed by it in real life. It sprang proudly free of its confines and was standing to attention, promising immense pleasure. He didn't give me much time to ponder as he lowered himself again and returned to his earlier task. But as much as I was enjoying that, my body seemed to tell me it wanted something else. Like when you are enjoying your meal, but you just saw your dessert. It is all you can think about. And my body wanted dessert.

"Dimitri. Please."

I looked at him with pleading eyes and as his eyes met mine, I knew he understood my need. I saw it reflected in his eyes. He was barely able to contain himself. I could practically see the fire burning behind his eyes.

I had a small flashback to the bathtub. Obviously my powers were tied to many emotions, including being turned on. What if I burned Dimitri? What if I burned this whole place down?

I felt the skin on my arms and neck heat up, and I noticed it wasn't coming from me but from Dimitri. And at that moment I felt at peace. We were the same. The fire burning within us both united us. I was safe with him. I felt safe with him.

He moved up, so he was hovering over me as he kissed me and pressed his body against mine. He understood I had needed reassurance. He pulled back and looked into my eyes as he asked for permission. I gladly gave it as I wiggled my core against his groin.

He smiled as he positioned himself at my entrance. He slowly pushed inside and I felt my walls stretch. He pulled out slightly and pushed back in, inching his way inside. The feeling wasn't what I had expected. It didn't hurt per se, but it also wasn't very pleasurable. I just felt stretched. He stilled himself as he kissed my neck and cheek.

"Relax, we will take this as slow as you want."

He was barely moving, giving me time to accommodate him. His movements were slow and short, but after a few moments, I was able to relax. I noticed as I relaxed my muscles so did my grip on him from the inside. Slowly I grew accustomed to him and made the transition from pressure to pleasure. With each thrust, he moved deeper and with each thrust the pleasure increased. I moaned as he had fully entered me. I could feel his sack at my base. His strokes were getting larger and I felt myself moving along with his rhythm.

"Roza, you are so tight."

Well, whether I was tight or he was big was debatable, but it did ensure both our pleasure.

With each thrust, I felt him hit a spot that made me moan, and move and do anything to ensure I felt it again. I was thinking about passages from the books; particularly where she was writhing underneath the knight, as I was. I was writhing underneath my knight; enjoying his body as he was enjoying mine.

He moved one of my legs over his shoulder, and I couldn't keep in the guttural sound that escaped me. It was such an intense feeling. He was moving deeper still. It was a strange sensation because I didn't seem to be able to bear it, yet I didn't want it to ever end.

More and more I felt my body prepare for release. I felt every fiber of my being fill with the promise of pleasure. I vaguely noticed steam coming off me as my body heated up. I gripped the sheets underneath, but as I felt flames erupt on the fabric, I let go and instead settled for the only flame-resistant thing in the room. Dimitri.

I pulled him close as I kissed him. He gripped my hips to push me further onto his cock and kept moving. My fingers gripped his hair, and I felt his breath on my face whenever we came up for air. Judging by the frequency of his breathing and thrusts, he was close too.

He buried his face in my neck as he frantically started to move inside of me. His long strides giving me as much pleasure as he could. I wrapped the leg that wasn't over his shoulder around his waist and practically lifted myself up off the bed. Only his weight was keeping me grounded. If I could get any closer, I would.

"Dimitri, oh God."

I felt him groan desperately and I knew the feeling. This moment just before the climax drove me insane. We were so desperate for release that the world could have ended and we still wouldn't have stopped. I was rocking my hips in sync with his movements until I felt the climax wash over me. It started at that spot he kept hitting, but soon spread across my entire body ending with my toes. I was gripping him inside of me. Like my body wasn't prepared to let him go. I felt him release inside of me and that smell intensified. I felt his warm seed flooding me, and I think I came again, just from that sensation alone. When I was coherent enough to look at him again, I saw relief had set in for him as well, and his eyes now held love where a moment ago they were glazed over with the inferno of lust.

He kissed me gently as he pulled out of me and settled himself next to me. He pulled me close and let me settle on his chest. His heart was still beating frantically as was mine.

"That was…"

"Yeah."

I giggled. The normally so eloquent knight was reduced to mere sounds.

"Did I measure up? I mean is it different with me than it is with a Dragon?"

He pulled me even closer as he chuckled.

"Usually humans wear out quicker than Dragons, but you would have inherited a Dragon's stamina, so I wouldn't worry. Other than that I don't know. I haven't been with that many Dragons and even fewer humans, and I didn't love any of them. With you it was more than just sex, it was… Just more. So I really have nothing to compare it to."

I giggled a bit.

"So we were both kind of virgins."

He laughed as he rolled me on my back again as he hovered over me. He was licking and kissing the side of my neck.

"Well, now that we are both no longer virgins, I plan to enjoy you thoroughly and often."

He moved his hand between us and soon found the spot between my legs. I also found a sizable bulge pressing against me.

"I thought men had a hard time doing it again so quickly."

He laughed as he flipped me onto my stomach and entered me from behind. He whispered in my ear as he was slowly moved his body over mine.

"I am a Dragon, remember. We don't have those…restrictions."

I gasped as I realized, the kind of future we had. One of endless pleasure and sleepless nights.

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