The way that it should have been

Hearing her speech, I knew for sure that she loved me just as much as I love her. If our roles were reversed, I loved her enough to do the exact same thing for her that she was trying to do for me.

When I walked into this room, I was actually contemplating taking Tasha up on her offer and agreeing to have a family with her. Depending on what Roza said of course. Even though leaving my Roza would have destroyed me mentally, emotionally and pretty much physically as well.

But now, seeing just how desperately much that my Roza really and truly does love me. How she is willing to put my happiness above her own, how she is willing to be alone for the rest of her life. How she was willing to deny herself the love of her life just to make sure that I was happy. All of that showed me that my Roza is far more mature than Tasha, even at her age, and that my Roza loved me far more than I could have ever even hoped for.

"I'm not leaving..."

"No Dimitri, as I said she can give you the things that you really want. And I can't give you any of the things that you deserve. Right now, I don't have two nickels of my own to rub together, I'm not a royal, I'm not a moroi. I'm just another useless pathetic, replaceable, thought of as a blood whore, slutty dhampir. No, you should go be with her, she can give you sooo much more than I ever could. She can give you an acceptable relationship, one that would not be looked down on. She could give you the status in life that you deserve. She could make sure that your family always have whatever they need. No, you should go with her because there are so many things that she could give you, that you deserve, that I can't. Goodbye, Dimitri."

She started to stand up and walk away from me, but I grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her into my lap.

"I. Am. Not. Leaving. You. Not. Now. Not. EVER."

She went to interrupt but I silenced her with a kiss. I ravaged her lips just like I had the night of the lust charm. And God help me I never wanted it to stop. I hadn't wanted to stop that night either, but it was sooo much worse and more intense this time.

I honestly felt like I would die if I had to stop kissing her, if I had to deny myself the feel and taste of her. I was starved, and she was the only thing in the whole entire yeblya world that could slack my hunger. My throat was parched, and only she could quench my thirst. My body ached and only her touch could heal me. My lips made their way to her neck and she moaned dangerously loud. (fucking)

"Ohhh... yessss... please don't stop. Please God, Dimitri... don't you ever fucking stop." Her hand delved into my hair holding my lips to her neck.

"I don't want to; God help me my Roza I don't ever yeblya want to detka. Never." I growled against the exceptionally soft and bare skin of her long, graceful neck. (fucking, baby)

She turned and straddled my lap just as she started to grind her hips against mine. She was so completely swept away by our love and passion, just as I was. Neither of us were consciously aware of what we were doing, we were both letting our love, passion, need and lust drive us. We were letting go again, just like that night. At least for a while. 

"O blyad'... harder Roza." I moaned, probably louder than she did earlier, but she did as I bid. (oh fuck)

"God yes... harder detka." I swear I lost my mind for a while there as we sat on her bed and made out passionately. (baby)

Oh, I had missed feeling her against me like this. The feel, the smell and the taste of her smooth soft unblemished skin sang to me. It begged me to take what I wanted because she wanted to give me every single piece of herself. Just like I wanted to give her every part of myself.