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Summary: The only thing passionate they feel towards one another is hatred so why is Lissa walking in on them in that heart breaking position? A story of a fine line between love and hate.

Disclaimer: Characters all belong to RM; I just like to manipulate them.

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PROLOGUE: Heartbeat

"We can't keep doing this Christian…" I whispered into his ear, my heart pounding hard and in beat with his. I grinded down on his hard member - despite my words - because I needed the friction before I muffled my moan with his clad covered shoulder. His grip on my waist tightened as he responded to my movement, his erection failing to reach its aim due to tracks' crotch.

"I need you." He whispered back as he lifted the hem of my tank and slipped his right hand underneath, gliding it across my skin and setting it on pleasurable fire.

I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to figure out how we had gotten into this messy situation. I failed to do that though, his lips had moved to my collarbone where he kissed it before heading up my neck. I moaned again as he found my sensitive spread of skin beneath my ear where he sucked it into his mouth, careful of his fangs, and sent my body further ablaze.

I tightened my legs around his waist where he had me against the wall of my bedroom, his fingers reaching higher whilst his left hand held me in place around my thigh, bringing me impossibly closer.

"Please, baby?" he whispered against my skin, hesitating to proceed further.

I felt momentarily angry at myself for reducing him to begging before brushing all rational thoughts out the window and bringing his lips to mine. I was in love with Christian Ozera and would never decline his plea; I was putty in his strong, capable hands.

With our lips connected and sending me into a breathless bliss, I grasped his shirt desperately, over it being a barrier for touching his smooth, silky skin. Breaking our kiss for a moment to free his body of the material then to throw it over his head, I couldn't help but to repeatedly be amazed by his muscled body, something so unusual for a Moroi. With our lips still distant, he took the chance to put me on my own two feet to strip me of my sweaty training clothes, reach into his pocket for what looked like a condom before discarding his jeans to the pile.

I couldn't hold back any longer so I quickly ripped the condom from his hand and free of the foil wrapping. I didn't need to see what I was doing, we'd had nearly 4 months of practice and he knew this which is why he had his lips against mine and his tongue in my mouth. I wasn't having that though, as much as I loved the taste of his sweet yet spice tongue, my hunger for something salty needed to be filled.

I twisted us around so that he was against the wall before dropping to my knees. His cock stood high in all his glory, pre-cum sliding down his shaft and completely condom free; I wasn't a bring fan of sucking on rubber.

I rested one hand on his thigh before looking up at him, his dark, lust-filled blue eyes the only permission I need before wrapping my lips around his knob and sucking at the cum. He moaned above me, his hand snaking his way into my hair and tugging gently as I slid more of him into his mouth. I loved giving him head, especially when his fingers unconsciously massaged my head when I did it.

"Rose… baby…" he moaned as I used my tongue, twisting it around him before sinking back down again.

His final straw was when I dragged my teeth gently against his skin, his eyes darkened again as his hand in my hair tightened, hips jerking and his other hand finally cupping the back of my head; it was his sign that he was going to cum. I sucked harder and soothed his cock where my teeth had dragged with my tongue before using my teeth again and that was all it took. He had a quick intake of breath before grunting pleasingly, his hold still tight but loosening as high decreased.

I don't know why because I didn't really like the taste of cum but his was a completely different story. I devoured his like it was water after I'd been dehydrated for a week; always salty but with a tinge of spice. My eyes rolled back as I swallowed his sticky load, the taste heavenly that I desperately want another round.

"Your turn my love… Don't be greedy." He smirks when I refuse to move, his eyes dancing with amusement with an underlying feeling that I couldn't pin.

He lifts me up before I can protest and places me on my bed, his lips kissing my neck, collarbone and chest as one of his hands cups my breast then squeezing my nipple. My breathing becomes short as he ventures lower with my mouth, his other hand resting on my thigh as I spread my legs for him. I gasp as his tongue dips into my belly button and his finger pinches my nipple a little harder, my arousal so high that I knew I've got a wet patch forming on the bed spread from my juices.

"Christian," I whimper as my clit throbs painfully, his hand still not moving from my thigh and his head still at my belly, his tongue, teeth and lips making me tingle in my toes as he moves from side to side.

"Hmmm?" he hums, the vibration making me moan as he sucks some skin in his mouth.

"Quit… teasing!" he managed, breathless and horny as ever.

I feel his lips curve when he releases me, a chaste kiss to the skin before he moves lower. It didn't matter that I was breathless; I still held my breath in anticipation, preventing my twitching hand from running it through his black hair and pushing it to my pussy.

Finally he reaches my lips, his hot breath breezing over it as my clit throbs painfully beneath it. I release my held air but he's still holding my thigh so I know he's still in teasing mode.

I roll my eyes, my impatience getting the better of me; I reach for my clit myself. My hand quickly slides to my folds, pushing them open before he can even register what I'm doing before touching my clit. All pent up tension is suddenly released and I moan happily. My finger gets to work, rubbing it as Christian's breath fans it.

I don't know whether it was because he finally clicked that I was pleasing myself or if I had pulled him out of his trnace but he suddenly ripped my hand away, mid moan and slowing the build of my orgasm. I cried out annoyance and shock but that was also cut off too; the feel of his wet tongue vibrating against my clit was too amazing to continue complaining about.

"Fuck Chris!" I moan, my hand knotting itself in his hair as I opened my legs up for his better. Pulling him closer, his tongue lapped at the sensitive bud before sucking it into his mouth and flicking it with his tongue again sending my back soaring off the mattress and holding his head in place, a loud moan leaving me as I grinded against him. "I love it when you do that!" I manage out, completely bliss wrapping around me as he licks it.

Releasing his amazing suction on my clit, I watched as his hand finally left my thigh and ghosted up it, the finger tips brushing against my parted lips before dipping it into my cunt slightly. My walls clench anxiously but he pulls them away, his head leaving too even though my hand is still tangled amongst his thick black hair. I whine impatiently as I twist my hand free of it to finish the job, my orgasm so fucking close but I falter when I see him bring his fingers to his mouth, shiny with my juice before sucking them clean. I didn't know whether to feel jealous of his fingers because they were getting my oral treatment or impossibly embarrassed because there was a lot of juice coating his fingers.

"So wet for me baby… and you taste so fucking delicious too." He says huskily once his mouth is finger free. His eyes are unfeasibly darker, the icy blue seeming to take on the deep depths of the ocean as he inhales his fingers before slipping them back into his mouth even though there isn't even a drop left on them.

Jealousy it is!

But before I can do anything to ease my frustration, Christian has dived back in, his thumb finding my clit and rubbing it as his skilled tongue laps at my wetness, the muscle pushing deeper inside me repeatedly and I howled I happiness, my breath even shorter and my hand hanging onto his hair.

"Aww fuck, Chris! Right there baby!" I mustered up as much love I held for this man as I could, not only from the throws of lust we were currently in but because it was so true. As soon as he was in sight, my heart beat would either slow or race up and I'd always assumed it was to match his; he'd confirmed. Our hearts were in sync.

"Christian?" The small, whispered voice, broken hearted and sad was ignored as Christian switched his movements around, his mouth over my nub and his fingers burying themselves in my cunt, four of them stretching me happily and making me moan in bliss. He sucked my clit into my mouth one more time, flicks of his tongue making my legs clench around his head and my hand tugging at his hair.

Christian-created orgasms were as good as a vampire's bite; the heavenly ecstasy was addictive and made every part of my body tingle. I moaned loudly, his name the only coherent word I'm able to voice as he licked every drop of my cum.

"Love you baby," I whispered before lifting him to me, his lips meeting mine as his hands found my waist, his talented fingers digging into my skin when his erection brushed against my now sensitive core.

"I love you too Rose, my Rose." He murmured before kissing me again.

"CHRISTIAN!" It wasn't my imagination this time; the feminine voice was louder and not so sad anymore. Christian flew off me as if I was on fire, his naked form scurrying around my room to find his clothes. Me? I fell of the bed in shock then pulling the bed sheets over me, condom falling to the sight of all three of us.

"With Rose? My best friend?" With the bond gone, I no longer knew what she felt but I didn't exactly need it; her beautiful, angelic face was twisted into an overwhelming sadness. Her eyes though, even I was petrified; so livid and hateful.

Please review and let me know if I should continue. I love the idea of Rose and Christian being together :)