Twenty Two

Giving in

  Rosalie stumbled through the darkness, her heart a heavy burden as she sought solace away from the chaos that had ensued in the mansion. The loud voices and bright lights faded away into the distance as she hurried towards the tranquil embrace of the lake. The sound of the water lapping against its shore welcomed her kindly.

  With each step, her mind spiralled further into her emotions. She found herself drawn to the waters edge, the familiar chill of the lake giving her a comfort amidst the thoughts that were consuming her.

  Sinking to the ground, Rosalie lowered herself onto the grass, her legs drawn up to her chest as she wrapped her arms around them, rocking herself with her own weight, she felt herself crumble.

  Tears couldn't seem to form in her eyes, she was alone without even the own sound of her cries to comfort her. Her heart pounded in bitter sweet confusion. 

  When she had left home, left her father, left her boring little life locked away studying, she never thought that this would be the outcome. Being so overwhelmed with every walk of life was something that confused her.

  Her body yearned for rest that would never come.

  So much had happened. She had made friends, made enemies, learned new things and learnt things about herself. There were some things, however, that she wish she had never become aware of. Loving someone. Losing someone. The tinging flame of betrayal and heartbreak.

  Her father had kept her away from all of that for a reason, she now saw.

  She had lost Corio as a friend, and became someone she couldn't talk to. But she had gained Lily in all the ways and more she had lost Corio.

  And then there was Tom. Sweet Tommy. Thomas Marvolo Riddle. Lord Voldemort. She couldn't keep up with it all; or perhaps she didn't want to. Somehow, Rosalie had fallen for the one person that she couldn't afford  to fall for.

  She had vowed to get away from the life Grindelwald had made for her, but she had seemingly traded one identical life for another. It somehow felt like betrayal; to herself, and her father. Even if she knew she owed him nothing.

  Rosalie curled herself further into a ball, closing her eyes as she listened to the sounds of the lake. In the midst of her own emotions, a gentle touch on her back startled her, causing her to flinch instinctively.

  Looking up through glassy eyes, she found herself locking gazes with Tom, his expression soft and tinged with confusion. It always seemed to be Tom interrupting her solace when she was upset.

  Always Tom.

  Despite her own stupefaction around him, she couldn't help but be struck by his beauty in that moment, the vulnerability that flickered in his eyes stirring something inside of her.

  He looked down at her, the most beautiful girl in the world, and for once, didn't know what to do. He usually had an answer for everything, but at seeing a crying angel with such confusion in her eyes, he was useless.

  Tom sat down beside her, his movements cautious as he kept his hands to himself, unsure of how to offer comfort in the face of her tears. For a moment, they sat in silence, the only sound the quiet sobs that escaped Rosalie's lips.

  Unable to fully understand the depth of her emotions, Tom watched her with a mixture of concern and curiosity, his brow furrowed in thought. He longed to understand what she was feeling, to offer her the solace she so desperately sought, but he knew that words alone could not erase the pain that lay on her heart.

  After a while, Rosalie found her voice in the quiet of the night, her words trembling as she broke the silence. "I'm conflicted," she admitted, her gaze fixed on the shimmering surface of the water before her.

  Tom turned to her, his expression softening as he encouraged her to continue. "Conflicted about what? He inquired gently.

  Rosalie took a deep breath, ready to let it all out.

  "I... I hate my father." She stumbled across her own words, her voice barely above a whisper. "But what I'm doing still feels like betrayal."

  Tom left her in the silence to continue.

  "Seeing all those people tonight- there expectations of me- his expectations... of me." She couldn't find a way to continue, Tom watched as she swallowed, releasing her arms from the tight grip around her legs.

  Tom searched her eyes for clarity, "Betrayal?" He asked, prompting her to elaborate.

  With a hesitant sigh, Rosalie met his gaze again, her eyes shining with unshed tears. "Helping you- being with you." She confessed, her voice wavering with uncertainty. "The person both he and I hate." 

  Tom's reaction caught her off guard. Instead of the usual stoic demeanour she was accustomed to, he laughed- a genuine, heartfelt laugh that echoed through the stillness of the night. Rosalie blinked in surprise, stunned by the unexpected display of emotion.

  Rosalie's brows furrowed in confusion as she watched Tom's laughter subside, replaced by a somber expression. "Why are you laughing?" she asked, her voice tinged with curiosity and concern. "Why aren't you threatening me like usual?" 

  Tom sighed, his gaze lingering on her face as if searching for answers in the depths of her eyes. "I've been asking myself that question for the past three months," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.

  Rosalie's eyes widened in surprise at his confession. "What do you mean?" she asked, her voice trembling with uncertainty.

  Tom met her gaze, his expression haunted by a turmoil of emotions. "It was no secret that I'm disgusted with myself most of the time," he confessed, his voice thick with self-loathing. "For having feelings for you."

  Rosalie's heart skipped a beat at his words, anytime he mentioned it it felt surreal. "Yes well, that makes me feel really good about myself." She spoke sarcastically in the moment.

  "It's nothing against you," he began, his voice tinged with resignation. "I've always seen love as a weakness. I still do think it's a weakness."

  She nodded, understanding his sentiment. 

  "But now," Tom continued, his voice faltering slightly as he met her gaze with a newfound intensity, "it's something I want to risk."

  Rosalie's breath caught in her throat at his declaration, her heart pounding in her chest as she grappled with the enormity of what he was saying.

  "Please, forgive me Rosie. I cannot afford to lose you."

  Rosalie's mind raced as she gazed at Tom, her thoughts consumed by the weight of his confession. Every word he had uttered, every action he had taken, memories that only proved the monster he was.

  She couldn't shake the memories of his past deeds- the girl he had killed, his family he had killed and his chilling plans to end more lives. He was everything she despised, everything she had fought against her entire life.

  And yet, despite the undeniable darkness that surrounded him, there was something in his eyes, something that spoke of vulnerability and longing—a glimpse of the boy he once was, before the shadows consumed him.

  Rosalie's heart ached with conflicting emotions as she grappled with the knowledge there was more to Tom than met the eye. Beneath the layers of darkness and cruelty, there lay a spark of humanity- a flicker of something she couldn't quite define.

  But even as she fought against her doubts and fears, a part of her couldn't deny the attraction she felt towards him, one that defied her own logic, drawing her ever closer to the very person she should despise.

  "I'm sorry, Tom, but I hate you," Rosalie declared, her voice trembling with conviction as she finally made her decision.

  Tom shook his head slowly, his voice barely above a whisper as he responded, "No, you don't."

  Rosalie met his gaze defiantly, her jaw set in determination. "You must be delusional to think I feel anything other than hatred for you, Tom," she retorted, her eyes avoiding his piercing gaze.

  But Tom wasn't about to let her off that easily. "Look me in the eye and tell me that you hate me," he urged, his voice firm and unwavering.

  Rosalie hesitated, her resolve faltering as she felt his gaze boring into her soul. With a deep breath, she finally met his eyes, her own filled with uncertainty.

  But before she could speak, Tom continued, his voice tinged with frustration and confusion. "You can't, can you love?" he challenged, his tone laced with a hint of desperation.

  Rosalie remained silent, unable to tear her gaze away from his intense stare. She felt a surge of conflicting emotions coursing through her veins, her heart pounding with a mixture of anger, longing, and something else entirely.

"I don't understand any of this," Tom confessed.

"Me neither," Rosalie admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.

  As if driven by some unstoppable force, their lips crashed together in a desperate kiss, fuelled by a raw need and a passion that had been simmering beneath the surface for far too long. In that moment, all their doubts, fears, and inhibitions melted away, leaving only the undeniable intensity of their desire for each other.

  Tom's hands travelled down her body as he leant over her, pushing her to the ground with an aching grunt, Rosie's hands travelled through his hair, every tug begging for him to be closer to her. Their minds were one, their bodies, trying to become one.

  Rosalie snaked her hands around Tom's back, ignoring the amount of dirt sure to be building up on her silky white dress as he indeed, as Lily had predicted, ravished her in it. She pulled him closer, her hands untucking his shirt and slipping under his clothes, feeling his back muscles at work holding himself above her as he tasted her hungrily.

  His mouth travelled downwards, his hand around her neck gently as he kissed every inch that he pleased. Tom felt like an animal that hadn't eaten in weeks, and Rosalie was his prime source of sustenance. He kissed down her chest, his hand traveling down to her breasts, cupping them against the fabric of the dress. 

  Rosie tilted her head back, begging for him to come closer to her. She wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him down on top of her, not caring about the extra weight as she took her own turn kissing down his neck.

  He smirked at her actions, expressing her own neediness for him. He looked back up at her eyes, begging him to be closer, and he recaptured her mouth with his lips. Rosalie grabbed his face relentlessly and bit against his tongue. 

  She felt the smile on his face, and she reached for the corner of his shirt, pulling at it and begging to feel his skin. Tom soon understood what she wanted and pulled away from her, unbuttoning his shirt as he threw it to the side. He leant back over her but hesitated, his hands feeling down the side of her body, knowing all too well that he could just rip it off her if he wanted.

  "Tom." She groaned, her hands clasped around his neck the first chance she got.

  "Are you sure?" He asked, wanting the signal before he could have his way with her.

  Rosalie leant up to him and kissed him again, leaning out softly as she spoke against his ear.

  "I need you." She whispered, leaning back out so he could see the passionate desperation in her pretty eyes. His mind went through a frenzy, his heart beating the fastest he had ever felt as he pushed her back into the ground.

  Tom kissed and sucked along her neck, feeling the vibrations of Rosies groans that he had already become addicted to. His hands travelled quickly down to her thighs, tugging at the dress as he pulled it up, slipping his hands under. Rosalie shivered at the attention.

  Soon she could feel his fingers at her core, tracing up and down her slit teasingly against her underwear. Rosalie pushed against his fingers, needing more than just this contact otherwise she'd be driven crazy. 

  She pushed herself against Tom's cock tucked into his pants, pushing to be let free. The discomfort grew as she rubbed herself up and down against him.

  "Please." She begged against his lips, her hands trailing down his chest to the belt of his pants.

  Tom didn't think he could get turned on any further, but the sound of Rosalies weak and wet pleas beneath him seemed to prove him wrong.

  One hand held onto Rosalie's waist, her dress pulled up enough to expose her in her underwear, legs wrapped around Tom hopelessly. The other hand went about unbuckling his belt, he pulled it off with ease and threw it to away towards his discarded shirt. 

  Rosalie's breathing tightened as he heard him undoing his button and unzipping his pants. Her hands travelled across his chest, looking curiously and excitedly down at Tom's groin area. Tom pulled his pants down, black boxers the only thing between the both of them.

  Slowly, Tom moved his shorts down, his cock springing free, hard and ready at the sight in front of him. Tom's hand moved to grab it, looking down at Rosie with a quick beating heart, almost unbelieving of the position he was in. It all felt like an erotic dream of his, this open position she was in, begging for him to be inside of her, to fill her, to become one person. It was all too good to be true.

  Tom leant back down, teasing his cock against the thin and drenched fabric that covered Rosalie's entrance. He shivered at the wetness she had already made for him. 

  "You want me that bad, huh?" He breathed, his own voice shaky at the experience. 

  He could barely hold himself back, Rosalie's cunt begged for him, and he was only millimetres away from complying with her desires; though he had the very same ones.

  Rosalie's voice hitched as he kept stroking up and down, her back arched.

  "Tommy please." She moaned, his eyes darting to her face for a moment, liking the way her silly little nickname for him sounded rolling off of her ecstasy driven tongue.

  He reached down with his hand and played with the corners of her underwear, pulling them around as if he was deciding if he should even let himself. It only took him a few seconds to decide before he was pulling the fabric down Rosalie's body, her legs lifting up to get them completely off.

  The discarded fabric lay in Tom's hands, but instead of throwing them away, he slid them into his pocket without thinking much further.

  But now she was fully exposed to him, nothing could stop his thoughts from transitioning from hungry to feral. He reached back down, his cock suddenly feeling the skin to skin wetness he had only dreamed about.

  Tom loomed over Rosalie, his cock, now freely tracing up and down her cunt, the teasing sharpening ten fold as he held himself back. Rosalie tried to move herself closer, but Tom was enjoying himself, savouring every feeling in this moment.

  Suddenly, he looked directly back in her eyes, and in that moment she was afraid. His eyes were a darker black than she had ever seen, completely enamoured in the moment. 

  She felt him thrust inside of her without warning.

  Rosalie moaned loudly, gripping her fingernails into Tom's back at the sudden entrance. When he was fully in, she felt herself breath again, gripping onto him tighter as he pulled out slowly.

  She whimpered in pain, having never felt the feeling of someone inside her before. She felt completely full, in complete harmony with her body. Tom felt as though he had just discovered a new drug. Rosalie clenched around him, and he could barely hear his own thoughts, the only thing he did know was that he wanted to fuck Rosie until he had to carry her out of there.

  Tom went in slower this time, trying to breathe properly as Rosie continued to clench around him, he tried to concentrate, not wanting to end it so quickly there and then. He grabbed the underside of her back and pulled her closer to him, Rosalies chin using Tom's shoulder as a support as he pushed himself in further, as far as he could.

  Rosalie whined in his ear, gripping her hands through his hair to get her mind away from the pleasant pain. He pulled back again, slowly finding his rhythm inside of her as he pulled her up onto his lap. He ground when she tried to move herself, already so close to the edge he was embarrassed by it.

  "Stop" He said. Rosalie looked into his eyes, wondering if she had done something wrong. Her mind kept trailing back to how full she felt in her lower stomach, his cock bulging through her skin.

  "I'm doing the work tonight." Tom whispered back after only a breath, placing her back on the ground as he picked up the pace of his thrusts.

  He became more and more confident in what he was doing, the motion coming to him as if it were instinct. Rosie clenched down on him, feeling her wetness flow onto his cock as she gripped onto his skin.

  Their moans filled the air, and Rosalie was getting used to the feeling, allowing Tom's name to slip from her mouth out of her own ecstasy. He went faster at hearing that, like praise for work well done. 

  "Such a good girl." He muttered.

  He pounded her harder, gripping her hand in his own on the cold grass as he kissed her chest, his mouth leaving bruises along her breasts and along her collarbones. Rosalie arched as far as she could, feeing herself open up to him further, allowing him to plunge further into her pussy.

  She tightened her legs around Tom's waist again, loving the feeling when he hit the deepest possible spots inside of her. By now, she was a hot mess, her dress ruined, her makeup running, sweat on her forehead. But she felt the best she ever had.

  Tom got off on the mess he had turned her into, feeling his thrusts becoming weaker and weaker though they hit deeper at the angle she had her body turned to him. He gripped against her waist, seeing his own bulge move through her stomach as he pounded her in and out.

  He felt himself get closer, and could feel Rosies cunt pressing harder onto him, ready to let go from the pleasure. Tom recaptured her mouth, their moans vibrating through each others bodies.

  She started shaking as one thrust after the other hit her in exactly the right spot, she whimpered quietly as she felt herself finishing, her wet juices releasing onto Tom's cock. He felt her shaking, cumming all over his cock.

  It only took him a few seconds to release into her, he pulled her closer to him, breathing heavily against her as he filled every last drop into her cunt. His dick twitched until it was empty, and when he could finally stabilise his breathing, he pulled out, his dick falling onto Rosalie's stomach.

  He looked right into her eyes, their faces so close, their breathing in sync, their minds in awe of what they both had just experienced. They were both wordless.

  After a minute, Tom swallowed, getting off of her to give her her own space. He tucked his dick, still hard and easily ready for another round, back into his pants. He reached for his shirt and his belt before he was pulled back down onto the grass.

  His body fell right beside Rosie's, her hand lingering on the arm she had used to pull him down. They lay side by side, completely ruined and staring at each other.

  "You can't leave now." She said, astonished. Perhaps at herself or perhaps at him. She could feel the aftermath of their experience spilling out of her between her legs.

  Tom's mouth remained open, they had been this close before, but it hadn't lasted long before he managed to go and ruin it all.

  "I wasn't going to." He replied truthfully, his eyes full of affection for the girl in front of him. He reached out for her face, cupping her cheeks in his hands as he pulled her in, kissing gently and passionately.

  He leant out, but kept their faces desirably close.

  "It's me who should be worried about you leaving." He licked his lips, devouring every last morsel he could of her.

  She breathed, biting her bottom lip. "You make it pretty impossible Tommy." 

  "Yes, I try to." 

  As the night deepened, so did the intimacy of their conversation. Tom and Rosalie sat beneath the twinkling stars, their voices laden with the weight of their entire pasts.

  "I spent my earliest years in a place devoid of love or care, surrounded by those who saw me as nothing more than an inconvenience," Tom spoke honestly, his fingers gently tracing the torn fabric of Rosalie's dress, an instinctive attempt to cover her exposed skin.

  "From a young age, I knew I was different. I possessed abilities that set me apart from the other children, but they only served to isolate me further. The matrons treated me like some sort of strange animal they weren't sure how to control," he recounted. Rosalie listened intently, feeling a resonance with his words, her hand finding solace in his as he spoke.

  "But it was also there that I discovered the truth of my heritage. It was Dumbledore who showed it to me, though now I'm sure he wishes he hadn't. Salazar Slytherin is my ancestor."

  "As in Slytherin house?" Rosalie asked, her disbelief evident.

  "Yes."

  "I didn't realise you were so cool."

  Tom rolled his eyes at her playful comment, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips as he shook his head.

  "I know how you feel about me killing my parents Rosie."

  "I know you don't like a lot of the things I've done or will do, but, it wasn't because I was being cruel. It was more like I had to do it. My family name was ruined, my mother wasn't a good person, my muggle father couldn't care less. Growing up without love as a child turns people around. It turned me around, and I had to figure things out on my own.

  "The both of them gave up on me, love," Tom breathed, his words heavy with the weight of past abandonment.

  "I know," she added softly, her arms tightening around him as she felt the pain reflected in his eyes, a mirror to his humanity laid bare before her.

  In that moment, she saw him not as the formidable figure he presented to the world, but as a man burdened by the scars of his past, vulnerable and in need of solace. And she vowed, in the depths of her heart, to never falter in her commitment to him.

  "I won't though," she declared, her gaze unwavering as she locked eyes with him, her determination burning bright.

  "You won't what?" Tom asked, his brow furrowing in confusion at her sudden declaration.

  "I will never give up on you," she stated, her words ringing with a clarity that echoed through the depths of his soul.

  Tom's lips curled into a smile, a rare warmth blossoming within him at her show of loyalty. In that moment, he felt a flicker of hope ignite within his chest, dispelling the shadows that had long haunted his heart.

  It was Rosalie who broke the silence, her voice a hesitant murmur cutting through the stillness.

  "I'm not sure if I'd ever be able to kill my father. Even after all that he did," she confessed, her words tinged with uncertainty and doubt.

  Tom's mind raced, searching for the right words to offer her solace, to provide some semblance of guidance.

  "Some might see my actions as unforgivable," he began, his voice measured and deliberate, "but they were necessary for me to become the man I am today. I am not proud of what I have done, but I do not regret it either. It made me become great."

  He paused, his gaze locking with hers, a silent plea for her to understand the gravity of his words.

  "Whatever you do, Rosie, will make you great," he assured her, his conviction unwavering.

  Rosalie met his gaze, a flicker of uncertainty giving way to determination in her eyes.

  "Together, we will be great," he declared, his voice steady and hopeful.

  As the night deepened and exhaustion claimed her, Rosalie surrendered to the gentle embrace of sleep, nestled in the safety of Tom's arms. And there, beneath the watchful gaze of the stars, she found solace in the quiet rhythm of his breathing, a melody of peace amidst the chaos of their lives, and their lives to come.

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  As the first light of dawn painted the skies in hues of soft rose and gold, Tom and Rosie stirred from their sleep, tangled limbs and whispered promises lingering in the air around them. It was Tom who opened his eyes first, the beauty that lay before him sending him into an immediate trance.

  Her leg was sprawled across him, her arm hanging over her chest as she lay on his arm. The change in Tom's breathing had Rosalie batting her eyes open only a few moments after.

  They were both afraid to speak, knowing that after what they had done last night, there was no way they could afford to lose each other. Tom's free hand went to push the loose hairs off of Rosie's face, bathing in her sunlight.

  "Thank you," Tom spoke first, his voice low and tinged with sleepiness.

  Rosalie's smile widened, a softness in her gaze as she tilted her head slightly in confusion. "For what?" she asked innocently, leaning into his arm.

  Tom's smile grew, the memory of their shared moments from the night before still fresh in his mind. She even smelled just as he did, like he had claimed her as his own.

  "That was one of the best moments of my existence," he admitted, sincerity ringing true in his words.

  Rosalie raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk playing on her lips. "One of? What are the others?"

  "They're all the time I've spent with you," Tom replied sweetly, his fingers intertwining with hers as he sat up, gently pulling her along with him.

  As Rosalie stretched, she felt Tom's eyes on her with a mixture of fascination and admiration. Her movements seemed to captivate him, drawing his attention like a moth to a flame.

  "You really are quite the charmer, aren't you, Tommy?" she teased, a playful glint in her eye.

  Tom leaned back into her, intending to roll her back onto the ground, but Rosalie surprised him, and with a swift movement, she reversed their positions, straddling him with a mischievous grin.

  She paused, her finger tracing the contours of his jaw as she leaned in to press a tender good morning kiss to his lips. The warmth of her touch sent shivers down his spine, igniting a fire within him that burned brighter with each passing moment.

  Their kiss lingered, their bodies melding together. In that moment, there was no past, no future, only the sweet embrace of the present.

  With a tender smile shared between them, Tom's hands found their place around Rosalie's body as he began to rise. Sensing her slight apprehension, he swiftly lifted her up, cradling her in his arms as she sat in a bridal style position, her gaze fixed on him with a mixture of surprise and anticipation.

  He was still shirtless, and her dress was muddied and ripped, though the neither of them seemed to care as Tom carried her back to the house. 

  Once they got to the back door, he put her down gently, on her feet for the first time of the morning, and she was right in predicting just how sore she would be. She closed her eyes and breathed, feeling Tom snake his hand into hers. This was what she got for sleeping with someone larger than she could handle.

  Tom couldn't suppress the smirk that tugged at his lips as he noticed her discomfort, but he quickly masked it, his focus shifting to guiding her inside without further hesitation. It was still early, and he doubted anyone would be awake to witness their tardiness or pass judgment on their disheveled appearance.  

  They made it up the stairs without any trouble, Rosie trailing behind Tom as he led the way to his room. Rosalie kept looking around, a little daunted by the idea of getting caught. Though the morning was quiet, and the shadows of the night still clung to her conscious, one observer caught sight of their return as they turned the corner to the hallway of their rooms.

  Lily, emerging from her own chambers on a path to grab a glass of water, shot Rosalie a surprised glance as she passed, Tom, too absorbed in front of her to notice Lily at all. Her eyes danced with amusement and understanding, and Rosalie couldn't suppress the smile that tugged at her lips, offering a silent gesture of secrecy as she held a finger to her lips, a question in her eyes.

  Lily nodded in response, she wouldn't have told anyone anyway. Laughter bubbled in her stomach as she disappeared down the stairs the way Tom and Rosalie had came.

  As soon as Tom and Rosie crossed the threshold into Tom's room, the memories of last night gave away to the forming of new memories. With a hunger born of desire, Tom pressed Rosalie against the wall, the sound of the door closing behind them the last thing they heard before they were completely alone.

  His hands pinned hers to her side as his lips sought hers with a passionate intensity. The air was electric, and each touch burned a fire between them. Tom let her hands go, too eager for himself not to touch the rest of her. He grabbed ahold of her breasts, needing them as the kiss deepend.

  Rosie's moans mingled with Tom's ragged breaths drove him to the brink of madness and ecstasy. He couldn't get enough of her, couldn't bear the thought of ever letting her go. Amidst the chaos of their tangled limbs and muffled moans, Tom found himself consumed by conflicting emotions - a blend of love and hatred, desire and fear.

  Breaking away from their sensual embrace, Tom gazed into Rosalie's eyes, his heart pounding in his chest as he spoke words he never thought he would utter. 

  "I've never felt this way before," he confessed, his voice raw. 

  "Have you?"

  Rosalie shook her head softly, her eyes shining with the truth that mirrored his own. 

  "Have you ever... done what we did last night- before- with anyone else?" He asked, his throat dry as he swallowed, desperately hoping the answer wouldn't be Coriolanus. Or anyone else for that matter. He might've had to kill them.

  Rosalie smiled and Tom was afraid.

  "No, Tom. You were the first." She said, her eyes looking downwards as a light shade of pink made itself known on her pale skin.

  Happiness washed over Tom like a wave crashing upon the shore.

  "And the last." He decided for her, their eyes meeting playfully as Tom raised her hand to his mouth, painting it with a tender kiss as he turned and walked her through his room and to the door of the bathroom. 

  Tom turned around and tugged at the fabric covering Rosalie's body the moment the door shut behind them. 

  "Put your arms up." He instructed. 

  Rosalie obeyed, her movements vulnerable as she raised her arms for him. With ease, Tom lifted her dress past her head, slipping it off her arms and casting it aside in a corner of the bathroom.

  His hands moved to his own pants, deftly unzipping them and stepping out of them, followed by his boxers. Now both standing naked, Rosalie walked past him towards the shower, her fingers turning the tap as hot water cascaded down upon her, soaking her hair and tracing rivulets down her skin.

  As Rosalie stood beneath the warm water, she heard Tom's footsteps approaching from behind. With each passing moment, her heart quickened its pace. Despite the lingering soreness, she couldn't deny the intense desire building within her. 

  Tom's arms enveloped her from behind, his touch both comforting and electrifying as he pulled her close. She could feel the heat of his body against her skin, the press of his cock against her lower back sending a shiver down her spine. Every inch of her ached for him, yearning for the exquisite pleasure that only he could provide.

  She was quickly pushed out of those thoughts as she felt hands running through her hair. Tom, with his own shampoo, brushed his hands against her scalp. Rosalie turned around, his hard cock now pressed against her stomach. He smirked down at her and her soapy head.

Rosalie swiftly grabbed the shampoo bottle from Tom's hand, pouring a generous amount into her palm before reaching up on her tiptoes to access Tom's hair. He obliged, leaning forward slightly to accommodate her, his eyes closed in bliss as her fingers worked through his scalp.

However, the sensation of something cold and foreign on her finger abruptly pulled Tom out of his happiness. He reached out and gently grasped her hand, his gaze following hers down to the ring that remained nestled on her finger.

  He pulled it off quickly, his face souring again. Tom closed his eyes and recited a small incantation, and Rosalie watched as the ring slowly turned to dust in his hand.

  Rosalie's smile widened as Tom's lips met hers once more, his touch sending shivers down her spine. As his hands trailed down her body, his words whispered hotly into her ear, a chill creeping up her spine at the possessive edge in his tone.

  "Now that I've figured myself out, you are to be only mine and to do only as I say," he murmured, his breath tickling her skin. His conversation with Coriolanus playing in his head over and over. "Otherwise, there will be consequences."

  Her heart quickened at the ominous tone in his voice, and she couldn't help but ask, "Like what?"

  A manic gleam danced in Tom's eyes as he leaned back slightly, a dangerous smirk playing on his lips. "You know who I am, love. Don't test it," he warned, his voice dripping with a hint of menace that sent a shiver of apprehension down her spine.

  Before now, Tom would never have died for something; it was his one goal in life to preserve himself. 

  Now, he did have something he would die for; Rosalie.

A/N

Yeah, you're welcome.

Don't worry the happiness won't last long

Can't give you a boring story can I?