R-rated. Proceed with enthusiasm. ;)

Dimitri was past the point of thinking about whether or not he should stop her. Rose wasn't giving him any room to breathe, and certainly no time to dwell on the morally dubious decisions he was making. Besides, he'd already taken this too far, right? Too many rules had already been broken, what did it matter if they broke a few more?

His pants joined the rest of the clothing over the side of Rose's bed. He allowed her a moment to look over his body – he might have been nervous, if it weren't for the hunger in her eyes – before giving in to the desire to press his naked body against hers. Oh, how he wanted to touch her…

He wanted to let go, to lose himself in this night with her, to touch her and love her, ravish her and fuck her the way he'd always dreamed of doing. But he didn't want to hurt her, to scare her. No, he would be patient.

Rose didn't have to wonder long at his thoughts – she could feel his hesitancy in his hands as they touched her and see the concern flickering in his eyes. She sighed. She didn't want him to treat her like she was fragile, or like she might breakdown at any moment. She wanted what he'd promised her with those fierce kisses and roughly wandering hands. She wanted him wild and frustrated, pouring out every bit of his lust for her in his kisses, every bit of his soul flashing in his deep brown eyes.

When he brought his lips so carefully to hers, she responded eagerly. She pressed their bodies together and moaned against his gentle kisses. She bit his lip, she guessed a little too roughly from the way he jumped away.

"Haven't you teased me enough?" she asked brashly.

He smiled with good humour. "I promise I'll 'get to the point'," he replied.

But when he kissed her again it was still softly, and his hands still brushed aimlessly over her skin.

With a noise of frustration, she pushed him away, forcing him onto his back. He didn't fight her and he looked surprised.

"Goddammit, you're impossible," she growled, coming to straddle him.

There was a flash of something carnal in his eyes, but only for a moment. His cock strained up from his belly, towards her, and she smiled at the eagerness he couldn't hide.

She leaned forward to kiss him, and made sure it was just as aimless as his hands had been. She dragged one finger up the length of his erection provocatively, without enough pressure to be truly pleasurable. She was gratified to feel the shudder that ran through him, the strain of his cock to reach her, and the feeling of his hand closing around her wrist, guiding her hand back to his throbbing length. She wrested her hand from his grip, and pulled her lips from his.

"I don't want to hurt you," she said mockingly, raising her eyebrows. She was daring him to deny his reasons for suddenly being so gentle. He smiled indulgently.

"Roza, you're new at this," he explained, and she thought she heard a hint of condescension in his voice.

Dimitri knew that would drive her crazy. Oh, he wanted to be gentle – he wanted to go slowly, and pleasure her with soft touches and gentle kisses. But he also wanted the Rose that would passionately demand all of him, and he couldn't think of a better way to get her. Because ultimately, he knew deep down that he was looking for a reason to abandon every sane thought that was holding him back.

"Fuck you," she hissed at him, her eyes narrowing. His heart thumped excitedly at the angry challenge in her glare.

"Please do."

His uncharacteristically brazen response fanned the flames low in her stomach, and she kissed him forcefully, angrily. And God did he kiss her back, his fingers tangling in her hair, his tongue warring with hers. Yes, God, this is what she wanted. His fingers tugging shamelessly in her hair, his hips bucking for her cunt, his mouth moving desperately on hers… this is what they both wanted.

It was only when she couldn't breathe that she pulled away, and he turned his attentions to her shoulders, marking them with bites and open-mouthed kisses that had her moaning wantonly against his chest, rubbing her slick opening along his cock for the friction. Her brow furrowed in concentration when she realised her movements weren't satisfying.

"You're so fucking wet," he groaned against her shoulder. She was dripping for him, exactly like she had the night of the lust charm. He could see her frustration playing across her face. His fingers moved to her nipples, his need for her so intense that he didn't even think of teasing her. He pinched and pulled roughly so that she squirmed on his lap, her thrusts distracted and wild. "Do you want me to fuck you?"

"Yes," she gasped.

His eyes were full of lust and heady flames that burned through his inhibitions. "Do you want to ride my cock?"

She nodded, her eyes locked with his and filled with thoughtless hunger that he felt echoed achingly in his balls.

"Do it," he ordered, unable to stop himself.

She obliged, lifting her hips over him, and taking his erection in hand, guiding it to her entrance. He caught his breath, watching her slide the head of his cock into her slit, the image so erotic that he knew it was going to dance in his head for the rest of his life.

She moved slowly, shifting up and down over the first few centimetres of his length. It was torture. He hissed out the breath he was holding, and closed his eyes against the intensity of the punishing bliss rocking through him. The rest of his erection throbbed, yearning to be inside of her at last.

Rose knew how much it must be killing him. His hands had fallen from her breasts and were white knuckled in in her sheets, but he was letting her adjust to him in her own way. So far, she was enjoying the sensation of his cock moving in and out of her. It must have taken everything he had not to thrust up inside of her, but she loved the way he'd thrown his head back onto her pillow, the way he groaned curses into it. Every time she came down on his cock, her pussy stretched to take more of him. The more she took, the louder his string of profanities became.

At about three inches Dimitri's cock met with some resistance. She hesitated, but tested the waters with a few more thrusts, rocking her hips gently. She didn't even try to keep up with the wild Russian ramblings falling from his lips, but she grinned at how obscene it sounded.

A few more small thrusts, and her hymen gave way, two more inches sliding into her easily. She gasped in surprise, the sudden penetration so incredibly pleasurable that her pussy clenched at his cock.

"Oh fuck yes…" Dimitri groaned, his hands moving from the sheets to her hips in a flash. His eyes were open again, and fixed on her face. There was a hard edge to his excited smile that made her stomach flutter with anticipation.

His hands held her in place as he moved his hips, slowly pushing the rest of himself inside of her.

"Holy shit." The blasphemy fell from her lips unconsciously. She was still startled by how suddenly, and how pleasurably he'd penetrated her. Was it supposed to feel this fucking good?

Dimitri felt a rush of heat as he watched her eyes fill with lust and widen in surprise. If she thought this felt good, what he was going to do next would leave her fucking speechless. He smiled darkly, and took hold of her hips more firmly.

His first thrust into her was shallow and gentle, but it left her breathlessly staring down at him, as though he'd shaken the foundation of her world. Oh, he couldn't imagine how she'd handle him truly fucking her, and he couldn't wait to find out.

"What's wrong, Roza?" he asked her mockingly, rocking against her again. "Not what you expected?" She felt amazing, hot and wet and tight around him, but even though his cock was urging him to look for release, he knew from Rose's expression that it wouldn't take much to get her cumming in his arms a second time. Any concerns he might have had about not lasting long enough to get her there were dashed.

"You're a fucking tease," she answered hotly. Not to be outdone, she met his next thrust with a roll of her hips that garbled any sensible thoughts in his brain.

He gritted his teeth against the urge to begin thrusting into her senselessly.

Rose watched his expression darken, and knew he was seeking out any shreds his self-control. She wasn't about to let that happen.

Her hands finding purchase in the pillow either side of his head, she thrust back onto his cock and watched his thoughts scatter in his eyes. His fingers tightened on her hips, and she knew she'd have bruises tomorrow.

She set a slow, torturous pace, rocking back and forth on his cock in a way that was meant to drive him crazy – and from the way his expression contorted with frustration, and his hips bucked aggressively against hers, she thought she'd succeeded. Unfortunately, it was a double edge sword. She was still new to this, like he'd pointed out, but already her body was demanding something more – something wild and irresponsible that would satisfy their months of pining.

"Roza," Dimitri growled threateningly, watching her teasing smile. Dear God his voice was sexy. She kissed his shoulder provocatively, biting and sucking the way he'd done to her.

"I thought you were going to fuck me?" she breathed.

Whatever shred of decency and reason he'd managed to scrape together since she'd mounted him were snatched away, and with a string of Russian oaths that would have made her blush, he rolled them so that she was lying helplessly underneath him again. She'd pushed him again and again - he didn't regret not giving into her before now, knowing how much pleasure he'd brought her with his patience, but he couldn't keep fighting his own urges. Especially when she was begging him so immodestly, teasing him so excruciatingly. How many times could a man deny a woman like her?

Oh, if she wanted him to fuck her, he would. He would show her exactly what he'd dreamed about, all the indecent things he'd imagined doing to her during training. He'd fuck her until she came undone, screaming in his arms, knowing for the first time how frustratingly crazy she made him, how out of control he really was when she purred such risque words into his ear.

He was just as much an animal as she, and every fibre of his well-muscled body was ready to prove how willing he was to dominate her.

Something in his eyes told her she'd finally managed to make him lose it – he'd abandoned all his good intentions and he was finally going to fuck her senseless. There was a dangerous heat in those gorgeous eyes, powerful and exciting, promising she'd forget her name before he was done with her. Her stomach clenched excitedly as her scandalous thoughts were scattered by the feeling of his cock driving deep into her pussy.

Rose arched against him, crying out with the crackle of ecstasy that lanced through her. She wrapped her arms around his neck and rocked her hips up to meet his. Her enthusiasm proved his concerns unfounded, and Dimitri began to pound into her with reckless abandon, a primal instinct to fuck her until she couldn't walk driving his every thought. Every groan and curse that passed his lips aroused her hopelessly, knowing that she could get Dimitri - stoic, silent, reserved Dimitri - so desperately out of control.

The pace he set was quick and rough, full of the need and passion and tension that had been exploding between them for weeks. It was every secret moment they'd shared, every kiss and glance that they'd tried to ignore. It was every moment of anger, hopelessness, and desperate longing that they'd denied. It was thoughtless, reckless, wild and agonizingly fierce, the both of them struggling for breath, and groping at each other possessively.

Rose felt the build of tension in her abdomen, slower and more intense than when he'd used his lips and fingers. It tingled across her chest, in her lips, her fingers, and every part of her that touched him. It was exquisite and breathtaking, in quite a literal sense. She was gasping for air, lost in a slow build of ecstasy that promised her seductively that she didn't really need to breathe – all she needed was his thick cock, slamming in and out of her, to bring her to the edge.

"Oh fuck, Roza."

His erotic words released her, her heart thundering, her lungs shuddering, her walls clenching at his cock. Her legs around his waist tightened, pulling him as deep inside her as she could, crying out his name.

Dimitri couldn't hold back, even if he'd wanted to. He was already so close, his cock hard and engorged within her. The way she scratched her nails down his back and flexed around him, her hips rolling rhythmically, short and sharp against him threw him into an orgasm so intense that he shook with every pulse of his cock, his cum spilling inside her. The act was so obscenely animalistic, their rough fucking so intensely out of control that his hoarse exclamation of her name - "Fuck, Roza, fuck!" - seemed practically saint-like in comparison.

They lay together, exhausted, Dimitri's weight over her comforting and warm. She stroked his shoulders tenderly and tried to regain control of her breathing. She silently thanked God that he had cum with her – she wasn't sure she could handle another breathtaking orgasm. There was something about them that was exquisitely painful, a yearning that tugged at every nerve searching for release.

They lay there, and Rose marvelled at how something she'd been told her whole life was sinful had seemed like such an intense religious experience. Maybe Dimitri really was a God.

Dimitri pulled out of her and rolled onto his side with his back against the wall. He was breathing as heavily as she was, and she turned to face him. His expression was so open, for the first time in all their weeks together she could clearly see the tenderness and affection he held for her. She wasn't catching glimpses of it between stoic masks and responsibilities and she loved it.

She traced his lips with her finger, savouring the silence in which the both of them said so much.

Dimitri struggled with the words weighing on his tongue - once he said them, they would both be lost to this ecstasy, and who knew what it would cost them? But some part of him knew that he'd been lost to Rose the day he'd met her. This uncontrollable, infectious, incredible woman would be the death of him, and he'd already given her all he was. What more damage could he do tonight?

"I love you," he whispered, as though saying it so quietly might ease the devastation he knew was going to follow.

She watched him for a moment, surprised, despite their lovemaking, that he'd admitted it aloud. He'd stepped off the edge of sanity for her, for the sake of telling her how he felt. She felt her heart drum dangerously against her chest, simultaneously filled with elation and dread. "I love you too."