WHEN LOVE BECKONS

Passions

Rose's POV

I saw him there, holding out his arms, struggling to get down on his knees, encumbered by his heavy suit. I felt all the passion in the world flood into me. The look of pride and satisfaction in his gorgeous eyes was enough to melt my heart. I felt so elated to be his. Finally we were going to be together.

Putting each step carefully in my deathtrap stilettoes, I moved towards him. He looked at me in admiration. I blushed. My cheeks felt hot as I lowered my eyes.

The veil trailed behind me sweeping the ground. The voluminous dress in pure silk, the tinkling of my ornaments as they bobbed up and down, and the heavy tiara atop my head, made me realise that it was not a dream. I was well and truly going to get married, once and for all.

Lissa had taken great care to see that my wedding, the first of its kind in the Moroi world, would be a gala affair. Interior decorators from far and wide were called in. 

"We shall arrange a Cinderella themed fairy-tale wedding with a twist," she had informed me. 

The actual decorations and the guest list was still a secret. But as far as I knew her, she had invited all my favourite people.

Abe had called me the previous day to wish me on my engagement, but not before threatening Dimitri with dire consequences, in case he ever upset me.

I and Dimka had laughed a lot over the various ways he had adopted to threaten him. I had tried hard to dissuade him. But Zmey was Zmey. He would not relent.

As Dimitri took my hands on his warm palms, I could feel his long fingers, calloused with years of training. His hand was caring as always. He gently took up my hand, and kissed every finger before lifting it to his mouth and kissing the top of my hand. then he rose up.

My galant knight, in his midnight blue shirt, shiny black tuxedo, leather shoes and that unforgettable smile, placed my hands on his heart. I could feel the steady beat.

 I was suddenly reminded of a time in the long forgotten past. We were in this position, my hands on his heart as he had confessed his love for me after I had hurt myself in the guilt of murdering Victor Dashkov...

And then flowing down memory lane, I remembered touching him in this way, but that him was different. It was the time when I was confined in Galina's mansion and Dimitri had been a Strigoi. he had caught my hand and placed it on his heart to prove that he was still alive. I had never accepted his offer of eternity with him.

I shuddered.

"Roza, what happened? What were you thinking," he looked concerned.

''Our difficult past,'' I mumbled.

"That is something we have won over. Let's look towards a future, a perfect future,"he said, placing a hand on my cheek.

I reached up on my toes to kiss him.

As his supple, hungry lips met mine, I felt the rush of desire. This feeling brought tears to my eyes. What an unspeakable fulfillment!

I longed to stay forever here, to drown in that one kiss. Who knows what may happen tomorrow?

But he drew back just before I lost control of myself.

"Gosh! I just spoiled your makeup," he commented, looking apologetic.

I was still reeling from the effects of that kiss. 

I could only smile coyly and  say, "Doesn't matter, comrade. It's you I am going to marry. Not that you can escape today due to this.''

''No, I am going to call the makeup girl. You should look perfect for the photoshoot,'' he sounded so stubborn.

As he went off to find the makeup artist, I looked at his retreating figure. Finally the badass Russian god, Dimitri, was mine, forever.

What new challenge could life bring to us? 

Well we were yet to know... 

A/N Zmey means serpent, it is a nickname for Abe Mazur, Rose's father.

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