A special *really long* Halloween chapter my lovelies :D
Enjoy!
The black veil was made of silk, catching the light from the ceiling above; Rose ran the material through her fingers as she stood before her mirror, a wicked smile on her face as she took in her appearance. It was easy enough to find, and because so many loved the outfit to be more risque, it gave no sense of innocence when Rose wore it.
The black robe fitted to her body and had two slits that came up to the top of her thighs, legs covered with white thigh-highs slipped through the parted fabric when she walked. Her hair was gathered back into a long braid with some strands left to frame her face. Another smile pulled at her deep red lips, imagining the look on Dimitri's face when she surprised him later that night.
The veil was the last piece, secured with the white wimple, and her costume was complete.
Rose stared at herself with satisfaction—it was a little devious to dress as a nun, but she couldn't pass up the opportunity. Not much could convince Rose to go into a room full of other demons, but when Lissa begged her to attend the Halloween party, Rose agreed to make an appearance. At least it wasn't on Abe's side of the river. It had been weeks since Rose had seen her father or Mason, and she wanted to keep it that way.
A bundled rosary laid on her dresser, bought specially to complete the costume. After she had made a round at the party and said hello to only those she cared to, Rose planned to drop by Dimtiri's. She had a few other surprises in mind for him as well, and they made her giddy at just the thought of them.
Granted, most times when Rose thought of Dimitri, she felt excitement.
She could no longer deny that their relationship was more than messing around. It wasn't just hook-ups and experimenting. Rose always knew the connection between them was strong, and now she wasn't sure if she could walk away from him.
Dimitri had wormed his way into every moment of her life without even trying. She doubted he knew how much he was on her mind—how her fingers would constantly reach as if she could touch him even when he wasn't there. It sounded like a love-sick fool, but when they were apart Rose felt like something was missing.
No name had been given to their relationship, something she was both grateful and nervous about. Rose didn't know if he was waiting for her to take the next step or if Dimitri didn't want to. All of it could be fixed with a simple conversation about their feelings and desires, but Rose hadn't had the "what are we?" conversation since she was sixteen.
Words weren't her strong suit—sex was. If she had to suck Dimitri's cock until he understood how much she liked him, then she would instead of talking about it.
Rose slipped on a pair of black heels and checked her make-up one last time before strutting into her living room. As she grabbed her bag, a knock sounded at her front door.
She paused and stared at the door.
No power filled the air like static—they weren't a demon. Didn't mean she wasn't wary.
Surprise filled her when she opened the door, and then she became guarded. "What are you doing here?" she demanded with a hand on her hip.
Ivan didn't shy away; shoulders pulled back and hands at his side with fingers splayed. "I want to talk to you."
Her eyes ran down his body, looking for any obvious sign of a weapon, but assumed the demon hunter could conceal weapons just as well as she could. "How did you find me?"
"I followed Dimitri last week," Ivan admitted with a hint of guilt. Rose's hand curled around her door frame, creeping it closed when Ivan threw a hand out to keep it open, pleading, "Look, I just want to talk. Peace talk kind of thing. Can you give me five minutes—for Dimitri?"
Just the mention of Dimitri was her kryptonite, Rose gave in to the demand and stepped back to wave the demon hunter in. "Fine. I'll listen to you, but if you try anything, don't think I won't kill you," she warned, "even if you are Dimitri's friend." Rose walked behind the kitchen island, gathering a shot glass and a bottle of whiskey, "You can talk while I pre-drink."
Ivan hesitated at the threshold, swallowing nervously before stepping in and closing the door behind him. His eyes moved about the apartment, surveying his surroundings until he caught sight of a shirt he recognised as Dimitri's.
"You're five minutes are ticking."
He shifted his focus to Rose, taking in her outfit. "Interesting costume."
"You came here to talk fashion?" she laughed with a filled shot glass in hand. With a roll of her eyes, she swallowed the amber liquor, sighing afterwards. "Have you told your buddies where I live as well? Am I going to wake up to the barrel of a gun in my face?"
"I haven't told anyone else," he replied, slowly venturing closer, "I just want to protect Dimitri–"
"From me?" she asked with an amused look.
"I want to protect him from getting hurt," Ivan implored, "that's why I came to talk to you. Clearly, the relationship between you two isn't going away, so I want to find a common ground." He sighed, crossing his arms with a pained expression, "It never should have been a secret to Dimitri who his father was, and now, he wants nothing to do with me or his family. I get it—it's our fault for lying."
Rose poured another shot. "It really is."
"I miss my best friend."
"That you lied to," she pointed out after drinking the shot, "So, you want to make a deal?"
"Something like that."
A smirk pulled at her lips. "A deal with a demon? What would the church say?"
Ivan became silent, clearly uncomfortable by her implication. Rose studied him, red nails tapping on the kitchen counter. He claimed to miss his friend, and she knew Dimitri felt the same.
Dimitri never voiced it, but the past weeks had been difficult, cutting himself off from his family out of hurt and anger. He told her about the threats made against her by the other demon hunter; the lengths he was willing to go to protect her meant removing himself from the people he loved.
A deal could be exactly what they needed.
"Your job this whole time has been to protect Dimitri from his father?" she asked, finally able to gain answers to the questions on her mind.
"All demons," Ivan stated, "He escaped the attention of any until you came along."
Rose's expression softened, remembering the first time she saw Dimitri outside the church. It was by chance, walking home from a previous one-night stand. She happened to look over as Dimitri stood at the stairs talking to another. An instant connection formed, his eyes meeting hers fleetingly. At the time, Rose assumed it was lust—a challenge to keep her entertained until she could slip away without Abe noticing.
Now, she wondered if something else had been behind that attraction.
"What's your plan now? What deal are we making?"
Ivan stepped up to the opposite side of the counter, hands flat on the surface as he held Rose's eyes. "I won't hurt you."
Rose smiled sweetly, "I would have killed you before you could try. You weren't subtle about it."
He frowned.
"A truce between us and Dimitri's family," Rose proposed, "You don't come after me, and I don't come after you."
"Fine."
"You don't sell me out to your other hunter friends."
"I won't tell them anything, but I can't stop them from searching for you," Ivan warned seriously, "Petrov is set on finding you."
The name pulled at something in Rose's mind, guessing the name had been on the list of hunters Abe provided. "That's fine, I can handle them."
"If they come for Dimitri–"
"I'll handle them," she repeated, eyes glinting dangerously. "You aren't the only one who cares about him."
Ivan faltered, eyebrows drawn together in thought. "Okay." His hand hovered between them, waiting to seal their deal. Rose's eyes flicked to it then back to his face.
"Make sure his family understands that if they treat Dimitri differently, they'll push him away. It's not easy being the half-demon. He's between two worlds and doesn't belong in either; if they act like his demon half is dangerous, he won't come back."
The words hung between them. Ivan nodded solemnly. "I know. I've never thought any less of him. I didn't even know the truth until we were already friends—he's never been anything other than my friend."
Rose eyed him a moment longer before she took his offered hand and shook it. "Good. Dimitri still has ties to the human world, and I don't want him to lose those."
"You care about him a lot, don't you?"
She scoffed, almost a laugh. People keep saying those same words to her. "I want Dimitri to have something to return to when my world is too much." The admission left a bitter taste in her mouth. "He needs someone he can rely on."
Their relationship had an expiration date. It was foolish to believe otherwise. There were plenty of reasons that would make Dimitri want to leave her. It wasn't just the fact of whether he could survive her feeding off his energy.
The demon world was held more dangerous than just her.
"What kind of demon was his father?" Rose asked after they dropped their hands; at Ivan's blank expression, she groaned, "I can't protect him if I don't know what to look out for." Not to mention what power might show in Dimitri. Lissa claimed it was buried, but who knew with a half-demon?
He shrugged, "I can try to find out."
"Good." She pushed away from the counter and returned the whiskey to her cupboard. "You do that, and I'm going to a party."
"Is Dimitri going with you?" His voice was hopeful despite the hint of wariness.
"No," she replied as she opened the front door, "but I'll see him after. I'll let him know that we came to an understanding."
Ivan nodded eagerly, almost like an excited puppy compared to his demeanour when he arrived. "Okay. Good. Thanks… for hearing me out," he offered with a weak attempt of a smile, but then dropped it after realising he was smiling at a demon. "I'll talk to Olena."
"Do that. And tell her to keep her gun far from me."
The bass vibrated through the floor; the music alone would be able to guide people to the location of the party, but it wouldn't get them past the door. Rose laid her hand on the man's shoulder, absorbing enough for her eyes to flash red, and was allowed into the crowded venue. Cloudlands, the name as ironic as the waitresses that wore halos and white feathered wings. Of course, it was run by a demon.
The club had three levels, two bars on the first level, a winding staircase leading to the private booths, and stairs to the roof. It wasn't the same kind of clubs Rose had been to where humans pressed together in a dimly lit room, grinding against anyone they could. These were demons, they preferred fineness.
The energy in the room was intoxicating and heavy; Rose stumbled when she first stepped in, overwhelmed by the powerful presence. It excited her demon side that craved that power. The room was basically a buffet with endless pools of power.
It was comical to see demons older than a century dressed in costumes sold in department stores. It was calmer downstairs; the entire event was like a neutral meeting ground, fighting prohibited, so it worked well for clans to make truces and discuss future business. That was why it was hosted out of Abe's territory—he never made an appearance, but those working for him did.
Rose avoided the eyes that followed her, unable to blend in when they knew who her father was; and then there were the ones that stared simply because she was a half-demon. Like Dimitri, most that held onto their human half remained in the human world and avoided the demons, but Rose didn't have that choice. Her mother was killed before she could choose to return to her old life.
Ignoring the stares, Rose walked up the staircase and then the second set to the roof. Lissa was happy to be social, especially when she didn't have to worry about being attacked by someone who held a grudge against witches. Her friend would gladly stay on the first floor and build connections, but it was Christian who would encourage them to the roof where people who just wanted to drink and party would be. The lighting was different, with bulbs that resembled Christmas lights rather than the crystal chandeliers of the club inside; wooden chairs and tables arranged with a simple bar on the far side.
A cool breeze blew the veil around Rose's face, the scent of winter drawing near. Soon, snow would cover the city.
A hand grazed Rose's lower back, and a deep chuckle reached her ears. "Do I confess my sins to you?"
She glanced over her shoulder with an indifferent expression. "None of your confessions would be entertaining."
The man beside her chuckles, light eyes catching the colourful lights around them. "Yours would be."
"I'm not telling you any of my sins, Eddie," she replied with a teasing smile.
Eddie rolled his eyes, snaking his arm around her shoulders and leading the way to the bar. "I don't want to know what you do; I hear enough about it from Mason."
"Where is your lesser half?" Rose searched the rooftop, dreading seeing any hint of red hair; she was still pissed that he had used his power on her. The bastard knew how much she hated it, mainly because it always worked on her. Damn Sirens.
Mason was Abe's right hand, and Eddie was Mason's; the two of them close friends since they were young and remained loyal ever since. Rose was always intrigued by their relationship; something was between them, but they never revealed the depth of it. Even when Mason did have Rose hanging off his arm, she could tell there was a close relationship between the best friends.
"I haven't seen him tonight. Zmey had him checking out some threats earlier." Eddie's eyes flicked to Rose's, the carefree expression dropped, "There are threats against you."
Rose turned away and leaned against the bar, signally for the bartender. "I've heard. Maybe Zmey should have done a better job at keeping his family secret a secret."
"Hard to do that when it's you." He relaxed beside her, "How many times have the hunters come for you?"
"That's not my fault," she defended, "I keep my head down, but they keep finding me." The memory of her last encounter caused her to pull a face, swallowing the drink placed in front of her to rid it from her mind.
The demon hunter's face was burned into her memory forever, just as the pain of being shot by them was. Three times, the woman had found Rose, and now she had more looking for her. At the rate Rose was going, she would need to move again.
"So, is it true?" Eddie smirked at Rose's confused expression and continued, "You're dating a human?"
"Demons gossip just as much as high schoolers. Did Mason tell you?"
"He's mentioned it once or twice. He thinks you've got a plaything just to piss off your father."
Rose shrugged, "Maybe I did."
"No," he shook his head, shot glass cradled in his hand, "The Rose I know would already be making eyes with someone at this party, yet you haven't looked at anyone. You like the human."
Her lips pursed. "I remember why I don't hang out with you."
"Because I'm always right?"
"Because you piss me off."
Eddie threw his head back and laughed, eyes twinkling. On Rose's short list of people she could trust, Eddie was on there. He wasn't high because of his close ties to her father, but she would go to him before Abe or Mason. Unlike them, Eddie wasn't as caught up in the politics of the demon world—he didn't care if Rose was a full-blooded demon or not.
Most demons boasted their superiority by how pure their lineage was. Hundreds of years ago, demons didn't mix among their own, but soon found themselves dying off and changed their ways in order to survive. Mason had a strong lineage of Sirens and was stronger than most.
Abe's lineage was unbroken until Rose was born—a powerful incubus.
Eddie was like the other half of the demon world, mixed blood from many types of demons; the strongest in his lineage were imps. He grinned at Rose again, at ease around her, "Are you meeting Lissa here?"
"Have you seen her?"
He gestured behind them, "Last I saw her, she and Christian were about to need a room."
"Oh, great," she groaned, "I guess she is drunk if they are at that stage." She pouted, wondering if there was much point to remaining. Rose only made an appearance for Lissa, but if she was already three sheets to the wind, then Rose could leave.
"Well–"
"Half-demon," growled in a deep voice, cutting off Eddie, and drawing their attention. They spun to glare at two men who glowered at Rose with lips pulled back in a snarl, "You don't belong here."
Rose's fingers curled into tight fists—she was definitely leaving the party now. "I can be wherever the fuck I want to be."
"You're just Zmey's bastard child. Better off dead," the second one spat. The two laughed, rolling their shoulders, muscles stretching under their shirts. They both wore masks, concealing their faces except for the dark glow from their eyes.
Weaker demons that couldn't hide their demonic appearance completely were often hired as muscle—clearly, that was all the two had going on for them. Rose could barely feel their energy, laughing at the fact they tried to intimidate her.
Eddie had turned to face them properly, hand pulling back his jacket to reveal the handle of his gun. It wouldn't kill them unless they were blessed bullets. "Leave," he ordered in a low voice.
Rose knocked his hand away, concealing the weapon before the security noticed. Any threat of violence would get them both kicked out. "If you have an issue with Zmey, go to him. Leave me alone."
They laughed again. "We aren't leaving until Zmey gets his message."
"And what's that?"
The words had barely left her mouth before a knife was plunged into her stomach. Rose gasped, feeling the sting of silver before confirming it with her eyes. She looked back up at the one that had stabbed her, her nails digging into the hand gripping the hilt.
He grinned, though his eyes remained dark. "The message is your dead body."
Eddie yelled out, but he was trading blows with the other one, leaving Rose against a demon with a silver knife. It didn't cause the same pain as a blessed bullet, but it still hurt like a bitch.
He pulled out the knife and swiped at her again. Rose backed away, brushing against others who simply stepped aside, but didn't intervene. Any that took part in the fight would be kicked out, and none of them saw worth in it for a half-demon.
The knife sliced her skin, cutting through the sleeves of her costume; blood seeped from the stomach wound, slowly healing, but not fast enough. He lunged for her again, and Rose managed to catch his wrist, twisting and taking the knife from his hand. The handle was coated in her blood.
Losing his weapon angered the demon, shouting out before he rushed forward. Rose had a moment to brace herself. He slammed into her, knocking the air from her body.
A shout of her name before she felt weightless.
Their fight had moved them closer to the edge than Rose had realised, only aware of it when the demon had pushed them both over the edge and the lights from the roof disappeared.
Fuck.
The sound of glass shattering and metal crumbling reached her ears before the pain registered. A car alarm blared, lights flashing in the dark alley. Agony washed over her, every part of her felt broken and torn; Rose couldn't even tell where she wasn't hurt. Not only had she impacted the car, but also had the man land on top of her.
The demon sat up, appearing unaffected from the fall as he towered over Rose with a clenched fist. He punched her twice before his large hand wrapped around her throat.
Rose moved out of instinct, her demon side stronger as the pain threatened to drag her into unconsciousness. The knife was still in her hand, fingers wrapped tightly around the handle, and the sharp blade glinted before it disappeared into the demon's throat.
He choked, bloody and wet. Rose wasn't concerned about the mess she made as she ripped it out and then plunged it in again. It wouldn't be enough to kill him, but it would slow him down.
Another person dropped to the ground beside the car; another threat that Rose reacted to. She pulled out the knife and threw it at the person.
"Shit!" Eddie cursed, "Get down, Rose!" The order was given, and a gunshot followed it.
The demon above her stopped moving, head flung back, and his body followed.
Rose heaved a breath, the added weight finally off her. Then her pain returned. "Fuck," she hissed through clenched teeth, "Fuck."
"Rose? Are you okay?"
She groaned, lying still to allow her body a chance to heal. Bones were broken, and she could feel the sting of cuts; luckily nothing life-threatening, but Eddie's question pissed her off. "What do you think?" She snapped, eyes squeezed shut, "I was thrown off a fucking building and I bet none of them even batted an eye!"
Being ignored had hurt more than the fall. She was attacked and no one up there had cared.
It was a reason why Rose didn't want Dimitri to venture too far into the demon world—there was nothing for him there. He still had his human ties while Rose had nothing in either. Maybe that was why she clung so tightly to him. To everyone else, Rose was just a half, but with Dimitri, she wasn't found lacking.
"Don't move, I'll get a healer–"
"Don't bother," she hissed. With a pained groan, Rose sat up from the car, easing herself off the broken heap and onto her feet. She was hurt, but not enough that she couldn't move.
If she stayed there, Eddie would call for help and her father. If Abe became involved, then so would the cleaners. The dead body in the middle of the street and the broken car would be enough to call them, and Rose wanted nothing to do with them.
"Tell Abe that he better keep his shit to himself. I'm not dying because of him," she grounded out, her voice low and breathless.
"Just let me help," Eddie offered, stepping forward but freezing when Rose shifted back.
"I want you all to stay the hell away from me." She took another step back, spitting blood on the ground before she turned. Rose needed to heal, and there was one person she could rely on.
Dimitri stretched on the couch, glancing at the clock for the fifth time in twenty minutes. It wasn't late yet, but he had hoped Rose would be over sooner than later that night. She didn't limit their time together like she did before, but Rose was still wary of them being together for too long without a break. That and he had work the next day, another shift at the gym while trying to avoid questions from Ivan.
The separation between him and his family was challenging but needed. How could he be around people that would kill Rose for being the same as him?
Dimitri had avoided the topic of his half-demon side for weeks and still didn't feel ready to discuss it, though he knew it was only a matter of time. He couldn't escape the truth forever.
Eventually, he would have to learn about his father and what evil he inherited…
A knock at the door broke him from his dark thoughts, replaced by a warmth instead. He was only expecting one person that night.
A grin was on his face when he opened the door, and it fell instantly. "What happened?"
Rose leaned heavily against the door frame, one hand wrapped around her stomach and another rubbing beside her eyebrow. "I was really looking forward to your reaction, and now I'm even more pissed," she complained as she limped past him, "I chose this damn costume for you."
Dimitri's eyebrows drew together, finally taking in the nun costume she was wearing. It hadn't gained his attention like the blood on her skin did. "What happened, Rose?" He asked again, following her after closing the front door.
He expected her to hobble to the couch; instead, she took his hand and dragged him down the hall to his bedroom. "The party was shit, and I got stabbed and thrown off the roof. I had to compel a human to drive me here, and my surprise was ruined."
"Thrown off a roof?"
"Yeah," she waved him off, "Landed on a car. I think I fucked up my shoulder too."
"Rose!" Dimitri shouted, finally pulling her to a stop inside his bedroom. Her tired eyes met his, confused by his outburst. "You're injured. We should go to Lissa's. Or the hospital at least! You need a doctor."
She stared at him blankly, and then chorted, "Unless you want to wear a lab coat, I'm not seeing a doctor. The only thing I need right now is you."
He was dumbfounded. "Me?"
Rose leaned forward, bloodied hands gripping his shirt. "Fuck me. It's the quickest way to heal. I'll buy you new sheets or whatever because I'm probably going to get blood on them, but I need you right now." Her eyes stared into his, pleading, "I need you, Dimitri."
Dimitri swallowed thickly, hands ghosting up her sides and eyes flicking across her face. He hesitated, "You're hurt though."
"And you can make me feel better," she purred, hands sliding down his chest to the waistband of his pants, "Please?"
He could never deny her plea, lips catching her red ones, kissing her passionately, though he didn't pull her into an embrace. Rose moaned at the sensation of his lips on hers, absorbing the energy from him. She was worse off than she let on; the wound from the silver knife didn't want to heal, and blood continued to seep from her wound.
Her demon half still had control, barely restrained. The human she compelled to drive her to Dimitri's had been tempting, but Rose reminded herself of the delicious meal that awaited her. Their kiss was like a breath of fresh air; the energy spread through her and made her fingertips tingle. But it wasn't enough.
Rose dropped to her knees and took Dimitri's pants and underwear with her. Dimitri stuttered in surprise, throwing a hand out to steady himself as he stared at Rose; her eyes were glowing. "Roza?"
"Do you want me?"
"I want you."
Her lips stretched wide into a smile before they stretched around his cock.
Dimitri gripped the doorframe, eyes closed in bliss of the wet heat that surrounded him. It always took him by surprise how good it felt. "Roza," he whispered, hips rocking gently but wary of her injuries.
It wasn't enough for her.
Rose released him and pinned him with a stare. "Fuck my face, Dimitri."
He winced, "I don't want to hurt you."
"I can take it."
Still, he hesitated.
"Fine," she grumbled. An expression covered her face that sent a jolt of dread through Dimitri. With a deep breath, Rose brought her hands together in front of her, positioned as if she was about to pray. "Flee from sexual immorality. All other sins a person commits are outside the body, but whoever sins sexually, sins against their own body."
Dimitri's brow creased, recognising what she was quoting. "What are you…"
"Do you not know that your bodies are temples of the Holy Spirit, who is in you, whom you have received from God? You are not your own"
"Rose."
"What's wrong, Father?" she questioned with a feigned look of innocence, "You won't help me, so I'm speaking to God. Maybe he will help." The bible verse continued to fall from her lips, "You were bought at a price. Therefore honor God with your bodies."
"Why–"
"If you want me to stop, you better do something else with my mouth." Rose's sinful smile, followed by more verses, felt blasphemous. The fact she wore the costume and prayed didn't help. Dimitri knew what she was doing. When he didn't move, Rose shrugged, "The heart of the wise is in the house of mourning, but the heart of fools is in the house of pleasure—"
Dimitri's hand gripped Rose's head, cutting off her words. One large hand cradled the back of her head, and the other curled around her chin, tilting her head up. "You are wicked," he told her, his thumb dragging along the seam of her lips. "You test my limits, you know?"
Her eyes lit up, rings of red glowing brighter. "I know."
They stared at each other, the air between them heavy with want. Dimitri shifted his hands, both on the back of her head under the veil. "Open your mouth."
Rose eagerly followed the command and parted her lips for him again. Dimitri no longer hesitated and slipped back into her willing mouth, burying deep until her nose touched the short hairs at the base.
He held her there, enjoying the look of satisfaction on her face, watching her eyes slowly close as her hands caressed his thighs. "You want me to use your mouth—to use all of you—don't you, Rose?"
Unable to speak, she nodded, soft moans muffled by the cock in her mouth.
"Be good for me," he whispered with a gentle brush of his thumb down her cheek. Dimitri adjusted his hold again, then pulled his hips back, only to snap them forward again. And again. And again.
Rose's fingers dug into his thighs, pulling him closer each time, moaning to encourage him to continue. Each thrust sparked pleasure for them both, and Rose drank her fill of what Dimitri offered. She could feel the wounds stitching close, bones repairing and muscles healing. The energy was overwhelming, and the demon side of her preened, finally gaining what she wanted. No restraint as she took.
Suddenly, Dimitri pulled free from her mouth, stepping back and ridding the pants from his ankles. "Get on the bed," he instructed in a low tone, his accent lacing his words.
Rose followed the command again, thighs clenched together, desperate for something to ease the need. As she turned, she felt his hands on her again, only they were on the back of her dress. She heard the fabric tear, and the tattered remains were pushed down her arms until it pooled on the floor.
"Hey!" she complained, left in her white lace corset and stockings. Dimitri's eyes darkened in desire as he took her in.
"I will not have sex with you while dressed in that," he told her, reaching for the veil, but she knocked his hand away.
"I'm not taking that off. Don't ruin all of my fun."
His nostrils flared. "What happened to being good for me?"
She tilted her head and grinned, "I'm a demon; I can never be good, Father."
Dimitri sighed. His hands reached for her, the intention of taking her to the bed, but paused. Without the robe covering her, he could see more injuries she had sustained. Bruises covered most of her body, small cuts that were healing before his eyes; the worst was the wound on her stomach. He couldn't tear his eyes from the injury. "It's helping, right?"
Hands cupped his cheeks, shifting his gaze to her face. "Yes," she promised, drawing him into another kiss that took his breath away before she broke the connection. "Don't stop, Dimitri."
His hands palmed her ass, tugging her closer. Rose wrapped her legs around him; lifted so their hips met. The pleasure was instant, feeling him rub against her core. With two long strides, they were at the bed, Rose untangling from Dimitri to climb into the middle on her hands and knees. She looked back at him over her shoulder and winked.
Dimitri hadn't realised until she was positioned for him that she didn't wear any panties, a habit he learned she was fond of. The sight before him was tantalising, but he couldn't ignore the discolouring of her skin. "Why were you attacked, Roza?" he questioned; a feeling of protectiveness burst in his chest, but helplessness diminished it. What could he do to protect her? He wasn't completely human, but he didn't have the strength of a demon either.
"It doesn't matter!" she snapped, the playfulness gone from her eyes. Dimitri faltered and frowned. Guilt instantly gnawed at Rose. "Sorry, I just don't want to talk about it. Later, I'll explain it, but right now, I just want to heal and have a good time."
His lips twitched in the beginning of a smile, nodding in understanding. Dimitri removed his shirt and shifted forward on the bed until his body pressed to hers. "I'll take care of you," he promised sweetly, knowing it was the one way he could protect her. As long as it helped Rose, he would gladly give all he had.
Dimitri pressed wet kisses to her shoulders, drawing moans of appreciation. Rose arched her back and rubbed her core against him, trying anything to have his cock buried deep in her again. When it didn't happen instantly, Rose pulled out her tricks again.
"And David sent messengers, and took her; and she came in unto him, and he lay with her; for she was purified from her uncleanness: and she returned unto her house."
"Roza," Dimitri warned beside her ear.
"Make me stop," she shot back. "But the one who lives for pleasure—"
Dimitri thrust into Rose's body, his hips slapping against her skin; Rose surged forward, her fingers curled in the sheet. Again, his hand slipped under the veil and took hold of her hair. "Behave."
It wasn't a slow pace, and Rose didn't want one. The tension in her body was already wound so tight, and each plunge of his cock brought her closer. Not controlling the amount she took made everything so much more overwhelming, and she knew she wouldn't last much longer. Dimitri didn't ease his pace, unaffected by the amount she took. He was riding the high as well, determined to please her.
"Dimitri. God. Don't stop. Don't stop," Rose pleaded. It was the closest she came to praying, and it was just for Dimitri. The first time they slept together, she promised he would see the face of God, but she was the one who saw her saviour—the only man who had been able to care for her so well.
Rose rocked back into each thrust, hungry for that release; her skin heated, pulled too tight over her body. The aches and pains faded until there was only pleasure flooding her system. Dimitri's hand slipped between her legs and found her clit, fingers moving at the same rhythm as his hips, and it was her undoing. Rose's body locked up—a scream of pleasure filled the room, overcome by the feeling of her orgasm.
She inhaled sharply, eyes closed as the energy from Dimitri spread through her, healing her body and feeding her. Again, her demon side took over.
Rose pulled away from Dimitri and shifted their positions. Dimitri found himself suddenly laid on his back, light-headed after Rose came, but he was still hard and desperate for his own release. Rose towered over him, throwing a leg over his hips to straddle him. She took his cock in hand and angled it to slide back down his length.
Glowing red eyes pinned him in place, the fire in them burning. He felt the stare sear into him.
Rose began to ride him, sharp movements that made him gasp and groan. It was a struggle to keep his eyes open when each time she dropped down on him made his eyes want to roll to the back of his head, but he didn't want to miss the sight before him. Beautiful didn't come close to describing Rose, but it was the closest he could think of. She gave him a new meaning in life and opened his eyes to so much that he had ignored about the pleasures life had to offer. It was like he had been living in a world of grey, and now there were colours. Bright reds, the same shade that her eyes shined.
Her lips pulled into a sinful smirk. "At the beginning of creation God 'made them male and female.'"
Dimitri's hands settled on Rose's hips, unable to find the energy to persuade her to stop quoting scripture to him. He was close, and she knew it.
"'For this reason a man will leave his father and mother and be united to his woman," The wound on her stomach no longer bled; the cut became a scar and faded before his eyes. "And the two will become one flesh.' So they are no longer two, but one flesh."
"Roza," he pleaded. He wouldn't call for God; that wasn't where he found his joy in life anymore. "Roza, please."
The colour of her eyes became brighter, illuminated by the pleasure shared between them. "Therefore what God has joined together, let no one separate." Rose leaned forward to frame Dimitri's face with her hands, their gaze unwavering, "Come for me, Dimitri."
Both cried out. Dimitri buried deep in Rose, his hands holding her body to his; his fingers dug into her hips until it hurt. Rose fell over the edge again, clenching around him as he emptied himself inside her. The waves of pleasure were endless, hitting again and again until they were both gasping.
Spent and shaking, Rose dropped to Dimitri's chest. Sweat dripped from her forehead; her limbs tingled, lacking the strength to move much more than to clutch onto his shoulders. "Dimitri?" she called softly. She had to blink a few times to clear her sight, tilting her head to see his face.
Dimitri was still, but his hold on her hips hadn't eased. The heavy beat of his heart kept her from panicking. His eyes were closed, and his mouth parted as he breathed deeply. "I'm…okay," he murmured, words barely a whisper.
Rose pressed her ear to his chest, listening to his heart to calm hers. The tension in the room had eased, and the craving no longer controlled her; the realisation of how much she took hit. But his heart continued to beat, and his breath continued to fill his lungs.
Dimitri was okay.
Rose hadn't held back, and Dimitri was okay—for now.
Ngl, I threw world-building in this chapter, that really should have been mentioned sooner, but I didn't think the story would make it this far :D
Also, I have another story, a western, that I'm only posting on Ao3 because fanfic is just such a hassle for posting. Stories that I'm still working on will be cross-posted, but new ones will only be on Ao3 until Ffn gets better I guess.