Fuck! Damn you guys are fucking amazing with your reviews/alerts/favourites… and I repay you guys by taking forever with an update. Thank you to two of the reviewers who have taken the time to PM and tell me to get my ass into gear… I hate disappointing people and I'm extremely sorry that I have done so. There really is no excuse for reason for the lack of a new chapter but a couple of things have slowed the process;

I have confronted an author on here, very suspicious of plagiarism. I understand that there are Christian x Rose stories out there where cheating is the main plot of a story but the way that this other story is written is just too much like Sync. Not a lot I could do about it so I thought I'd wait to see where that story was headed to… That story hasn't been updated for a while either.

Though my sex life is very active at the moment, for some reason, putting it in words has been a struggle. When it comes to sex, I try and give vivid detail… If I'm gonna do a sex scene, I'm gonna do it right. I've always been like this and will always be like this. I have no idea why my muse failed me.

Please enjoy and I hope that everyone gets as hot as I did writing it

Chapter 4: In Lust

Rose's P.O.V

I officially believe there is a God and he resides in heaven; I could feel it. Christian's tongue massaging mine had so much arousal soaring through my gut that I tightened my hold on him in fear I'd fall… or have an orgasm. His hands slid beneath my uniform, grazing my stomach with gentleness that didn't go with his forceful lips that would be swollen soon. With another blissful sigh, I let all thoughts of anything and anyone go, let my mind and body focus solely on the man before me that had hundreds of butterflies fluttering within me.

"Rose…" he murmured breathlessly when he pulled away before his mouth placed open mouth kisses to my right cheek then heading to my jaw. I moaned again as he reached at the conjunction where my neck began, my hands clinging to him tighter as his erection poked at my stomach. His tongue slid across my skin and I gasped quietly, squeezing my eyes together to will my orgasm from consuming me; I was not going to cum when he hadn't even touched down there!

His hands slid to my chest, breezing over my bra clad breast before giving my harden nipples a pinch. I moaned again then loosened my hold on him and slid my hand to his cock, the cotton material of his sweats stretching to accommodate his straining hard on. As soon as my fingers touched it, he stopped his ministrations and hissed. The noise pushed me further, more lust fuelling me to please him so I wrapped my fingers around him causing him to pant against me and jerk his hips further into my stomach.

It was all I needed; the frantic need to feel all of him quickly never left but it had lessened, our movement and contact becoming slowed to a lover's touch. But now, I needed to grip his member and slide my hand up and down it. I wasn't a fan of the whole sucking cock thing but the taste of his mouth was divine, would he taste as good down there too?

Christian's rough hands picked up speed too, pulling out from my shirt only to unbutton it and slide it hastily off my shoulders. With talented fingers I never knew he had, my bra was atop my discarded shirt and they squeezed at my tits, pebbling them impossibly harder as he found my lips again.

With eager hands, my own pulled the waist band down his butt and as gently as possible in my desperate state passed his harden member, his dick slapping against my stomach when freed. The size of him as my hand cupped it without any obstacles made me moan in his mouth and the image of him bending me over and slamming into me from behind made me lift my body, the need to feel him inside me so heavy that I refrained from pushing him to the floor and sinking onto him.

"I haven't got a condom…" he said on my lips, his breath filling my mouth.

Condom. I was so used to having sex with Dimitri, the thought of using the rubber protection never crossed my mind. I froze momentarily, the disappointment sinking within me before I could come to terms that it didn't matter. So what if he didn't have protection? Having him here, touching, holding and kissing me would be fine.

Whoa! That isn't a lustful thought Rose… that's heading into dangerous love waters!

"What are we going Christian?" I breathed as that voice inside me made me question my motives. We'd known each other for two fucking years and I'd never found him this attractive, never been in need to be touched by his skin; hell, Spokane resulted in him using some tongue action on me; I did not get turned on like right the fuck now! I'd been inside Lissa's head when they were going to have sex yet the arousal I was currently experiencing had never happened with him before. How is it that I now only saw Christian in a different light… what had changed?

"What?" he whispered, his hands on my skin coming to an abrupt halt, the heat of his touch so amazing and giving continuous life to the tingles. It was also preventing any coherent thoughts to be made therefore they needed to go.

"I'm so confused…" I murmured back, the only thing that seemed to make sense as I pushed his hands off me. I immediately felt the fire within me diminish and the tingles begin to fade; my body was screaming at the loss of contact. Was I falling for him…?

Christian sighed before a hand flew to his head, his fingers brushing roughly back-and-forth within them. Already feeling empty with the touch gone, I began to ache because the electric blue of his eyes seemed to look less bright and his face was scrunched up in what look like frustration. I did that to him.

"I don't know what we're doing." He spoke after a long moment of dreadful silence. My mind was screaming at me like my body just was, demanding I reach my fingers out and flattened the skin on his forehead which had turned to a frown. "I don't know where this need to touch you came from… damn it I'm supposed to be proposing to Lissa tomorrow!" I think he was talking to himself because he turned completely away from me, more jumbled words filling the silent room that I didn't… couldn't grasp.

Lissa was right, he's going to propose. Anything I was feeling earlier, from the jealousy to the horniness, returned with a vengeance, ten times stronger. My heart that had already fallen had found the strength to climb up and beat stronger again when he had pulled me here… but now it had shattered before falling. Tears filled my eyes and I whimpered at the sensation, any earlier determination to prevent tears from being free had gone and I no longer had the strength to stand, no matter that the door was keeping me up right.

I slid down the door, my bare back barely feeling the vanished wood before finally reaching the carpeted floor. I pulled my knees to my chest and let my head fall to them; mental images of what Lissa and Dimitri would look like and feel if they ever found out about this. To think that because of my selfish needs to have Christian, Lissa's future as a mother could be jeopardised therefore limiting the Dragomir for much longer… hell Christian's life would probably never be defended by Dimitri against Strigoi and I knew for certain that I would no longer be Lissa's Guardian.

I had, since our friendship began, wanted to be Lissa's Guardian. I had fought, sacrificed, screamed and begged to make it where I currently was… could I give it up for Christian? Could taking one of the few things Lissa loves so passionately be worth it? Christian had just said that was going to ask for Lissa's hand so his love for her obviously ran deep so what was this to him? Was he just using me?

"I don't know where these feelings for you have come from Rose… but I can't ignore them anymore." I didn't look up from where his weak voice had come from but I knew he was now facing me because it had rung out clearly. I remained still, my heavy breathing and sobs the only audible things I could hear, my tears so heavy that they slid down my throat and over my naked chest before either getting squished where my legs were pressed to me or absorbed by the material of my slacks. I felt so ashamed and weak by the scenarios created by me that I didn't even process what he'd said.

"It was 57 days ago; you'd just had a big sparring match with Guardian Breeze that had lasted nearly 2 hours." There was a hint of amusement laced with his croaky voice. Sucking in a deep breath to try and calm myself, I finally looked up at him because the need to hear his voice felt like my life jacket as I continued further down shit creek. I could barely make out his figure but I knew he'd be able to see me more easily, that and I knew I would've stumbled over the box that he stepped over easily. Closing the distance between us, he sat beside me, his hard side body pressed to my softer one. "Neither of you would go down… and both of you walked out with blood and bruises."

"Yeah, Chels has to be the toughest I'd had… and we couldn't walk away until one of us was 'dead'." Despite my negative emotions and sore heart, I smiled at the memory. Chelsea was just as stubborn as me so that's why we both had numerous bruises and cuts covering our bodies, the desperate need and the everlasting adrenaline spurring us both on until she'd sprung a surprising leg sweep on me after I'd knock her down and she got the pin. "But what has that got to do with anything?"

"That was the day I saw you differently…" he whispered so quietly I nearly missed it. "I didn't understand because I'd seen you physically broken before… but all sweaty? Blood staining your skin and a broken nose? Fucked up my image of you…"

I remember Lissa, Guardians' Hassy, Pitu, Richards and Rider all flanking her racing to our side, her face switching between scowling and worrying over us for doing such damage to each other. Word had gotten to her that two of her Guardians were literally fighting so hard that the blue gym mats were smeared here and there with either blood, sweat or both. She was livid when she found out it was just a spar, refusing to heal us even though we insisted we didn't deserve it. I also remember walking away with a sheepish grin on my swollen face then Christian telling on me.

"I felt no disgust… no anger for making Lissa upset or happiness that you'd just gotten your ass handed to you." He continued quietly only this time he was looking at me, the corner of my eyesight making me see a spark in those icy eyes. "I just think I was in awe." When I refused to meet is eyes, he tilted my head up, his fingers igniting flames on my chin and making my now non-existent tingles spring to life… all with such a simple touch. "At first, I thought it was because you were still walking after Guardian Breeze was through with you, because, let's face it; she's an amazing Guardian and I actually feel sorry for any Strigoi that crosses her path." He let a smile shape his lips, his eyes widening briefly as he mused to himself. I instantly, and fucking stupidly, felt jealous because even though she was 5 years my senior, had battle scars that were somewhat visible on her face, she was still beautiful with her brown skin, light brown eyes and shoulder length hair that she always had in either two braids shaping her round face or a high ponytail.

"You were saying?" I nearly growled, demanding he get back to telling me how he felt towards me.

A lop sided grin curves his lips and his eyes lighten in further amusement, no doubt hearing the jealousy. "I just don't know… but I want you Rose."

I hate cocky people! I mentally rolled my eyes before processing what he'd said. He was right, it wasn't out of the ordinary to see me at my worst, with blood stained or sweat soaked clothes and dirt layering my skin, it was pretty normal for a Guardian but how was that the changing point for Christian? He didn't have standards, just as long as he was treated as an equal and he had a positive attitude to dhampirs…

I sighed because there were so many questions buzzing in my head and with me emotionally exhausted, I didn't have the strength to sort through them. Closing my eyes and inhaling some air to try and vanish any thoughts, I let the fact that Christian was sitting next to me take over; his autumn smell mixed with spice was unique and refreshing as my body tingled pleasantly.

"Don't you love Lissa?" I whispered, too afraid to speak any louder because I knew it with croak.

"Of course I do…" He responded immediately. He snaked his arm around my neck and rested it on my shoulder, pulling me close and igniting me within. I was hypnotised but the feel of him and even voiced that sigh that hopefully let him know that I was happy in his arms.

"And I love Dimitri… we shouldn't do this…" Despite my words, I snuggled into his side further and rested a hand to his thigh before closing my eyes again. My emotions were raging and winning the battle to my questions so I sat in dread, the end of whatever Christian and I were quite possibly coming to an end. I felt sad and fearful with the undertone of lust still there; I was still half naked after all.

"Is that what you want?" He was still speaking softly so I struggled to pick up any emotions in his voice.

I let the silence settle around us, the air buzzing with anticipating electricity that I subconsciously clung to Christian tighter. Did I want to give him up? No. Did I want Lissa to have Christian all to herself? Hell no! Could I put my bra and shirt back on, open the door and walk back to the main gates and continue on like nothing happened? Definitely not. Would our training continue even though that lessened the chance of getting over Christian? Maybe.

Sigh.

"Sex isn't the same with Dimitri." I whispered, the need to fill the silence so thick. "After the first time we… you know… we had sex for hours and I couldn't bring myself to feel right, to feel disgusted. I hate that I feel wrong in his arms, cold against his chest and like I'm cheating on you." Tears pool in my eyes again; Dimitri's hurt face looming to the forefront of my mind. "What have you done to me Christian?"

He gushed out air, the heated wind blowing in my hair as his chest bounced slightly with a chuckle. Once again, he lifted my chin up so that I could look into his eyes; electric blue eyes that held an emotion I couldn't place but had seen before. He crushed his lips to mine, greedily pulling my lip in between his, sucking them with slight pressure as he pulled me to his lap so I was straddling him. He limp cock came back to life, straining again against his track pants and my slacks as his hands cupped my ass and pushed me down, the knob of him slamming into my clit.

All thoughts had been wiped from my head and my lust built for him in the actions of one hand getting tangled in his hair whilst the other held his cheek in affection. I grinded against him, my nipples hardening against his bare chest as we moaned into each others mouth, more friction needed to soothe the needy throb. With the lack of a condom, I'm glad we still had enough sense to keep our lower body parts covered because I knew that I would practically rape him to feel his erection wrapped in my walls if I saw it again.

With soaked panties that became wetter when his fingers grabbed my nipple, I pushed harder on his cock causing him to break our steamy kiss and throw his head back, a moan so husky leaving his lips that that alone had me voicing my own.

"Christian…" A breathless hiss filling the air that had my eyes rolling to the back of my head.

Hold on my ass forgotten, his hand snaked to the front of my pants where he undid my button and fly and slipped his hand into my panties and a finger brushed against my clit. Fire was now spreading throughout my body as his lips wrapped around my nipple that wasn't being pinched by his hand, the coil within me tightening as his fingers found my opening.

"Don't break eye contact." His husky order against my skin made my gasp quickly but I did what I was told as he looked up at me. Two fingers slid with a force into my cunt, easily with my arousal so strong that the sudden invasion was merely thought of.

I moaned loudly into the air, his teeth bitting my nipple with slight pressure that I couldn't help another moan leave me as my hand gripped tightly at his hair. "Shit! Oh baby!"

My hips had stopped the grinding as I let the feelings of bliss take over me, my orgasm building quicker as another finger joined the other two. His eyes had darkened and danced with passion, so much lust within them that the sudden need to please him became top priority. His neck looked so inviting and I knew that he had a secret pleasure spot waiting to be discovered but he seemed to sense my sudden interest that he growled at me, the throaty noise tightening the coil further and snapping my vision back to him.

"Look. At. Me." He demanded again, his fingers working furiously in my cunt. He stops all movement on my tits, the nipple that occupied his mouth was wet and attracting the cool air and making it peak almost painfully.

I barely nodded as a thumb found my clit, putting pressure on it before he began a circular motion. The noises I made as he fingered me seemed to be fuel for him because he pumped harder, hitting that G-spot that I gasped before I began grinding again. Despite the need to squeeze my eyes shut in pleasure, they never left his as I lifted myself so that he could thrust me easier, the coil in me so close to releasing my orgasm.

"Chris!" I moaned, his fingers hitting that spongy spot more repetitively and accurately that the need to close my eyes and experience it without seeing anything was straining. "I'm… so close!"

His eyes sparkled and his lips curved upwards as the speed of his thrust quickened, my walls tightening around them and seizing my breathing. I subconsciously realised that he was happy that he was bringing me such personal and intimate pleasure, something I only reserved for Dimitri. That look, that hopeful expression brought me over the edge, making me cry out, dig my blunt nails into him and milk his fingers as my body shuddered with the release.

"Fuck Rose!" He whispered, his fingers never stopping as I rode out my orgasm. I never knew fingers could bring me so much pleasure!

With a relieved sigh, I smiled at Christian. He didn't return it, instead he broke our eye contact as me removed his hand from my pants. Bringing them to his lips, I didn't know whether to feel embarrassed with how much of my cum was on there or turned on again as he wrapped his lips around them. It was something I hadn't ever seen before; sure, Dimitri has used his fingers and had given me oral but I don't think I've even seen my sperm.

Once clean, his hands drifted behind me where his searing touch brought me forward, my face rest on his bare chest as he held me close. Heaven.

"I can't fight it anymore, not that I put much of an effort…" he whispered, his lips moving on my hair, tickling my scalp before he inhaled deeply. "But I want you."

I sighed because the only thing stopping us were our current relationships, very serious, life changing relationships. My duty of being a Guardian will be tossed out the window whilst Dimitri would most like disown his charge, honour or not. I wasn't going for denial, I knew I meant the world to him; having his world ripped away from him by his very charge? That had 'FUCKED UP' written all over it.

"Christian… I don't think we should continue this…" I whispered even though, once again, I held on tighter to him, like he would disappear. His chest that was falling and rising smoothly with his breaths, quickened, my head moving with it as that thump, thump, thump of his heart beat sped up too. "Lissa and Dimitri don't deserve this… after everything they've been through."

It was hard, God it was so fucking difficult to undo the hold I had on him, to lift my head from his chest and move away from him. I couldn't help the tears that filled my eyes as a feeling of longing and emptiness began to trickle in me, even if it's only been a couple of weeks.

"What about us Rose?" I didn't miss the anger in his voice, or the feel of his hands brushing my arms as his fingers, those fingers tried to wrap around them. "We always put them first, it's always about Dimitri and Lissa. Don't we deserve to be put first sometime too?"

Pulling free of his firm hold, my hands searched the ground for my bra and shirt, torn between the need to make him happy or be angry at him for suggesting such a thing. Lissa had always come first except for that one time I'd put Dimitri first because they needed it, they deserved it. My tears, no matter how hard I tried to blink them away, broke the barrier and began to cascade down over my eyelids and down my heated cheeks. I've never cried so much in my life!

"They always come first Rose." Christian now stood to, his anger getting the best of him. "Me and you, we always came second. Why can't you be selfish for once and be happy?"

"I have been selfish Christian!" I snapped back weakly as I clasped the clips of my bra back in place. "And I am happy!"

Christian sighed as I slid my shirt back on, my hands shaking badly as I tried to button it up. "Yes, I can see that." He muttered sarcastically.

Frustrated, I dropped my hands and spun around to face him; I didn't expect him to be so close, my nose mere inches from his chest and his heavy breath fanning my hair crown and forehead; it made me forget speech and become overwhelmed.

"I can see that you want me Rose." He whispered, his eyes taking on that neutral icy blue colour as his hands found my shirt. Again, that need to make him happy filled me as he unbuttoned my shirt, his hands brushing against my skin briefly… before he buttoned it up again. "You can't even fix your shirt right because you're so flustered."

Argh! I thought as I became embarrassed, my cheeks burning as I looked down to see that he was right.

"I'll see you tonight to continue training." He whispered against my forehead after he had somewhat smoothed my hair down and when he had finished fixing my shirt.

I watched as he left the storeroom, the light slightly blinding as my eyes adjusted to it but I couldn't force my eyes away; I needed to watch Christian walk away even though it hurt. He had left me speechless, his words replaying themselves and my body was humming with his lingering touch. "They always come first Rose."

I hadn't even realised that I had hid in the storeroom for over an hour after dropping Lissa off, Guardian Richards finding me there as he went to relieve Guardian Breeze of her duties. I had made up a decent excuse, glad that Christian had fixed my shirt because I was still flustered and beyond confused when he came to me.

I now sat cross legged on my bed, watching as the sun disappeared beneath the Earth's surface, wet haired from my shower and in nothing but panties and a loose tank top that belonged to the man beside me. Dimitri was asleep, that golden glow I had always envisioned around him was long gone, the innocent face of a battered angel no longer making me breathless or feel like the luckiest girl in the world. His scent lingered on his shirt, invading once again and the smell of sex still hung in the air. I didn't see Dimitri as boyfriend material anymore.

As that thought bounced around my head, I hugged my legs to my chest, trying to even out my breathing and keep the tears at bay; I didn't need Dimitri waking up to me freaking out.

What was Christian doing? Was he getting ready for the proposal? Was he nervous? Is he thinking about me? Why did he want to continue training with me when it was obvious that we had so much lust between each other? Question after question slithered through my head as I gained some control of my breathing, hugging my legs tighter to my body as I sighed.

Christian's P.O.V

Walking into the training room that Rose and I had occupied for the last couple of weeks, anticipation and amusement filled me. Rose was bent over in the middle of the room, ass in the air and arms stretched out with hands holding the tip of her sandshoes. She knew I was here, the slight movement of her head told me so but she didn't straighten up; instead so seemed to pull her body tighter to her legs, her flexibility impressive and ass jutting out just a tad bit more.

Dropping my bag beside the door and closing it, I never took my eyes off the black material of her tights, the fabric stretching easily. I loved her legs, so muscular and toned; I wanted to test out how tight she could hold on with them. Glancing down, I became aware that she was watching me as I glanced at her large breasts, two perfect tits that were nearly falling out of her red tank top. So fucking sexy.

"I know." She smirked as if reading my mind before straightening up, the muscles in her legs adjusting to accommodate her standing position. She turned towards me, her left arm lifting over her head and the right coming to rest on her elbow to stretch her triceps, smirk still firmly in place and hip jutted out.

"Well it was hot." I reply casually as I move to stand before her, mimicking her moves.

"I was thinking we try something different." We had been sparing for the last 45 minutes, sweat dripping from our body and breath - well mine really – hard to catch as we stopped for a quick drink break.

"And what would that be?" I replied somewhat cautiously, the glint in her eye and slight smirk making me wonder what was in store.

"Your hips are slowing you down." She murmured with a flick of her hair and a lick of her lips. The sexual tension in the room had me repeatedly stumbling back, my body either too slow to react which meant I'd receive her vicious blows or I'd see what she was going to do and I'd move too fast and fall flat on my ass. She hadn't made it easy either; she was either constantly in a position that was a turn on or moving with seductive grace that I had to always do double takes using the mirror or from first hand view.

"What do you mean?" I say just as quietly, taking a sip from my water bottle to try and cool me down. We were past the stage where she had to touch me in order for me to understand what her moves meant, passed the innocent yet guilty touches that caused her breathing to quicken even so slightly or her dark eyes to hood over in lust. So what was she playing at?

She didn't answer verbally, instead moved towards me in that exotic walk she had been teasing me with, smirk now completely evident and eyes darker then I'd seen them before. She was a vixen I wanted to fuck against the wall, plain and simple.

"Your waist is un-coordinating your upper and lower body, it's making you stiff like you're second guessing yourself." She whispered when she stood right before me. My reaction was unstoppable; breathing hard, heart beating faster, eyes zooming in on her lips, twitching fingers that wanted nothing more then to touch, hold and feel her. Her eyes were hooded still, lust and something else swivelling around in them.

She reached out then, her hands grabbing at my waist and resting there, eyes meeting my own; I was breathless. She added pressure then began rotating my hips, eyes never leaving mine and her jaw dropping slightly so that her lips formed a small 'O' before her pink tongue slid out and moistened her lips; I was instantly hard.

"I don't know what's going on in that head of yours but your focus is all off today Christian," she whispered breathlessly; I was glad to have the same affect on her that she had on me. Does she know what she is doing to me? My mind screamed and even that voice sounded husky and impatient. My cock was hard and brushing occasionally against her toned stomach even time she rotated my hips towards her, adding more fuel to my arousal. My hands twitched to touch her, my throat drying and my lips becoming increasingly lonely without the feel of hers; I wanted nothing more then to push her up against the wall and feel her pussy around my cock.

So I did. With a growl that I didn't even know had built, I had her hands off my waist and held in each of my hands, my body pushing hard against hers as I stepped forward before she clicked what I was doing and matched my steps. As I had her slammed against the wall, my lips smashed against hers roughly and my hands released her wrists only to find purchase beneath the sweaty material of her shirt. Unless she was screaming rape, I wasn't letting her go this time.

Though the mere feel of her silky skin had my quick moving hands hesitating to explore it more thoroughly, caress it lovingly, I needed to feel as much of my skin against hers as possible; the clothes needed to go. Her shirt off, the sports bra possibly laying on top of it, I grabbed quickly at her large breasts, something I had never felt because Moroi just weren't all that gifted when it came to their bodies. I loved that her lips no longer moved against mine, instead they stilled and her breathing and small moans were the only things I felt against my lips; I didn't realise I would feel pride swell in me that I could please her.

Her hands gripped at the hem of my own sweaty shirt and tugged up, separating our bodies and our lips before finally landing somewhere on the matted floor. My lands returned to her tits, rubbing, pinching and rolling between my fingers, her lips returning to mine with a passion that left me breathless. The kisses we created, they weren't sweet or gentle, their was nothing in it that made me think she had any feelings for me or wanted to take it slow; it was rough and hard, our noses constantly squished together because we were moving our heads so much, our teeth clashing together every now and then, our tongues thrashing and twisting.

It was a fight for dominance.

Or had the need for one another grown so much that there was simply too much lust consumed within?

The sudden coolness on my ass brought me back to reality, her hand now gripping with slightly pressure on my dick causing me to withdraw my month from hers and lay it heavily on her shoulder and breathe shallowly, a moan muffled by her tanned skin. My basketball shorts lay pooled at my feet and hands now holding Rose's hips tightly as her thumb rubbed at my knob, collecting the pre-cum before cupping my cock again and moving up and down. More raggedy breaths left me as I moved closer to her neck, that patch of skin I'd found earlier near her ear causing me to latch on with my lips, my subconscious screaming at me to be careful of my teeth. I wanted to savour this moment, the taste of her skin, the way my lips seemed to tingle from touching her, feeling my hands cup her head to bring her closer… just feeling her against me; but the need to fuck her brains out was too much.

"Christian…" she breathed before I could do what I wanted, her hand gripping a bit harder and causing me to let go of her neck because fuck did it feel good. Her voice though, lust filled and needy, filled with a tinge of pleasure was enough to remind me of my previous thought.

I pulled away and moved towards my duffle bag, remembering that I was prepared this time and had brought a condom. "Get naked. Now." I threw over my shoulder and glancing at the mirrors that lined the walls to make sure she was doing as I said.

As I reached my bag, I couldn't help the smirk that curved my lips when I heard the quickly shuffling of her steps and the barely audible thump of her shoes. I quickly kicked my own off before bending to dig for the foil wrapper that would ease my pent up sexual frustration but feel slightly annoying at the same time; I hated condoms.

I didn't hesitate to rip it off, rolling it on my hardened member as I walked back to her; no foreplay, this was just a fuck. Yeah, keep telling yourself that. I wasn't going to think of Lissa and I wasn't going to give her time to think of Dimitri, this was happening, right here, right now.

I could see Rose watching me, her lips hooded and lips in that 'O' form again, her naked body packed with toned curves and the indent of a six-pack on her stomach, a sheen of sweat layering her sunkissed skin; a confident Goddess.

As soon as she was in arm's reach, I pulled her to me, lifting her head to kiss her hard and push her back into the wall, lifting her up so that my cock was at the entrance of her pussy. I could feel how wet she was, how eagerly she wanted me as she wrapped her legs around her waist, kissing me with just as much force as I applied.

"Are you sure?" Rose pulled away a bit, just enough to voice those whispered words and rest her forehead against me.

My answer was in the response of pushing into her; her pussy had me clench my teeth together so they wouldn't sink into her tempting skin. Rose gasped before moaning quietly, nails digging into my skin and ankles locking tighter around my waist. Fuck was she tight, her walls squeezing around my cock nearly painful and making me still so that she could adjust.

Moments later, I pulled out quickly before easing back into her slowly, repeating this motion until she growled in frustration.

"Don't tease!" she hissed before she grinded against me; my eyes rolled to the back of my head at the movement.

With a slight nod after I caught my breath, I wrapped my hands around her thighs and lifted her higher, so much that her breasts were in reachable distance of my mouth. I watched her face though, watched in fascination how her eyes were hidden behind her squinted eyelids, her lips falling open with short breaths and moans slipping through them. I could feel her nipples, pebbled hard still brushing against my chest and nose, her sweaty skin smelling intoxicating.

"Today Ozera!" She hissed, causing me to chuckle before thrusting my hips back into her. She groaned and reached out for my ass, pulling my hips closer. "Stop teasing and fuck me!" she growled out impatiently.

I couldn't help the growl in return, and in one swift movement I was fully sheathed in her warmth. We moaned in unison at the feeling of being connected; I was in heaven.

"Ugh! Faster, Christian," She gasped out as I reached an easy pace, holding her thighs tight and grunting to her neck.

Though this position was doing wonders to both of us, I pulled out of her before pulling her to the mattered floor, laying her down somewhat gently in my lust induced haze and lifted her legs on my shoulders, pausing only briefly to see that glistering pussy that demanded my tongue's attention. Next time!

"Christian!" Who knew Rose could be so whiny.

I couldn't help but to smirk at her before shoving my cock into her lower lips, again exhaling a pleasured sigh at feeling her wrapped around me. Her head flew back, mouth dropping open and a string of profanities added to the sound of our breathing and skin slapping, her hands clinging around my uppers arms as she moved as much as she could to meet my thrusts.

I was going to explode.

"Your so tight baby, so wet for me!" I barely whispered with lust and smugness, the dirty talk surprising me because I had never done anything like that before.

"Fuuuck!" Rose's cry of pleasure was somewhat louder, her pussy clenching around my cock and her eyes nearly rolling into the back of her head.

"You like that Rose?" For some reason, this piece of information shocked me further; dirty talk seemed like the most expected thing to come from Rose considering she had such a potty mouth.

I didn't dwell on it though because with one more thrust, she came undone… nearly snapping my dick off in the process.

I quickly followed, the condom catching all of my sperm as she continued to match my movements, the throes of passion nearly making her glow and make me cum again; she was so breathtakingly beautiful.

I collapsed on top of her, totally spent and sweaty. My breathing was ridiculously ragged and my heart slammed furiously in my chest, pounding against hers.

It was weird, the way that they seemed to clap together, our skin seemingly the only thing preventing them from meeting. What bothered me further though was that our chest seemed to be moving in sync too; I'd inhale while she exhaled, then she'd inhale and I'd exhale… our chest was always touching.

"Christian…" Rose's breath fanned against my neck, her lips sweeping gently across my collarbone and her hands now holding onto my hips.

I'd done it… I'd cheated on Lissa with her Guardian… her best friend. And I didn't feel an ounce of regret, self-loathing or guilt. It felt right, for me to be laying on top of Rose, completely smothered by my body… I felt at peace. That feeling wasn't right.

It scared me so much that I jumped off her immediately, nearly tripping over her leg in the process. I guess I had convinced myself that if I finally had sex with Rose, my feelings would disappear with the lust.

Oh how I hated being wrong.

I couldn't help but to smile at the sight of her dancing brown eyes that were nearly hidden behind her hooded eyelids, her parted lips and haired matted slightly to her sweaty face; I felt somewhat proud that her chest was still struggling to regain her breathing, her legs looking heavy as that lazily stretched out on the floor. I had done that to her; my lips curved to a grin.

The deed was done but I was screwed even more so now; my feelings for Rose had only intensified instead of diminished.

"We're so fucked Christian!" Rose groaned as she sat up, taking the words right out of my mouth.

A/N: Please tell me what you guys think of the naughty parts… I really think they suck and aren't up to my old standards so please advise so I can somehow wake my duurty muse up.

Hope you guys enjoyed

CMCE21