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“Strike another deal with me.” She huffed a laugh. “Elijah, do you really think I will ever trust you again or make a deal with you after you broke your promise to kill Klaus?” The original vampire lowered his gaze, ashamed of his actions. “It was about my family, Elena. My family. Something more unbreakable than my word to you.” “I died for nothing, Elijah.” She slammed the door in his face.
Elijah did not give up. Could not give up. There had to be something he could do to regain her trust. She ignored his phonecalls every single time, deleted his texts before she read them, burned his letters without opening them. “I cannot believe you are stalking me now,” she hissed, still out of breath from her run when he walked up to her with what he considered to be a peace-offering. Coffee and a pastry. “Walk with me, Elena. Please. Walk with me until you finish your coffee and let me make you a new offer.”
It was tempting, Elena was in need of a pick-me-up, and Elijah basically left her no choice. She took the cup and the paper bag from his outstretched hands, carefully testing the coffee to see how hot it was, hoping that she could down it in one go. No. It burnt her tongue, earning her an amused chuckle from Elijah. She glared at him angrily. “You want to talk? Talk.”
“It has come to my attention that my brother has his new creations terrorizing the town, and you.” Abominations. That would have been the better word for the hybrids that roamed Mystic Falls. She glanced at him from the side. “I have been watching you, Elena. You run. Every single day, you run for miles. You are pushing your body to its very limits. I can see you must be lifting weights as well.” She felt entirely too exposed now that she knew he had been looking. “It won’t be enough.” To hear him say out loud what she had known to be true all this time discouraged Elena in more ways than she could count.
“I owe it to myself to try,” she said, carefully taking another sip of the coffee and curled her lips in displeasure. It was as if he had compelled the drink to stay scalding hot until he had made his point. She would not put it above Elijah. “That is admirable of you,” he said. Elena did not doubt that he was being sincere. “I have come to offer my assistance in the matter.” She looked at him, wide-eyed. “In return for your continued trust in me and your help, should the need arise-” he paused. She was the bait for Klaus. That was what he meant.
“I will help you train. I will teach you how to defend yourself against vampires, and how to kill them.” Don’t trust him, Elena. He will betray you. Again. “I already have Damon and Alaric helping me.” The corners of his mouth lifted slightly. “Are you so readily passing up the offer to stake me as many times as you desire? Do reconsider.” She stopped. He turned to face her. “If I don’t agree to this deal, you will force me to do whatever you want anyway, won’t you?”
To his credit, Elijah did not deny it. “You know what I am capable of, Elena. You know that when I want something, I will stop at nothing to get it.” His eyes darted down to her lips and back up to her eyes. “The illusion of free will,” she muttered and Elijah knew that he had won. “Come by my place tomorrow morning. Bring any dirty little tricks you would like. I’ll provide the stakes.” She rolled her eyes, but he was gone before she could think of something to say. Elena took another sip of the coffee. Now it was perfect.
“Good morning, Elena. Please, come in.” He opened the door in one of his usual dark suits. She followed him through the house to a room he had cleared out for this exact purpose, the ancient furniture neatly piled up against the wall. Elena put her bag, filled with vervain grenades and other weapons, courtesy of Alaric, on one of the sofas and shrugged off her jacket.
“Here’s how this is going to work,” Elijah announced. “You come at me with everything you’ve got. Give it your very best shot.” He tossed her a wooden stake. Elena approached him, one stake in her hand, another concealed, tucked into the waistband of her pants. He caught her wrist, stopping her from driving the stake into his heart. “You can do better than this, I hope.” Arrogant as always. It would be his downfall.
The smug look on her face betrayed her intentions and when his other hand was at her lower back, Elena realized that this would be much harder than she had thought. His hand closed around the stake she had thought to be well-hidden. “Control your face.” She was glaring at him angrily. “You gave it away. First, that you had another ace up your sleeve and now,” his hand around her wrist was crushing her. She yelped out in pain, dropping the one stake. He took the other. “You are all out of aces.”
It was half an hour of pure frustration. He made her come at him again and again and again, dodging every punch, catching every stake, even the ones fired from Rick’s special inventions. He had her with her face against the wall, arms pinned behind her back, looking almost bored when he checked his watch. “Why don’t we take a little break and eat some breakfast before we continue?”
Elena almost laughed at his offer. “I am not here to have breakfast with you, Elijah.” “No,” he released her from her uncomfortable position, “but you need to cool down.” He saw it coming long before it happened, the fist that was about to connect with his face. A neat little gadget strapped to her arm that would have fired a stake into his head, had she succeeded.
He turned to the side. An elegant and efficient move. Elena struggled against the firm hold he now had on her, pinning her arms to her sides. She could feel his breath against her neck, his lips almost touching her skin. “We can either have breakfast together, or I will have a little breakfast right here, right now.” His voice was low, making her shiver, though not necessarily out of fear.
Five minutes later, he was attempting to make polite conversation with her at his kitchen table, asking if she was excited about graduation and what her plans were after. She kept her answers brief, sticking to one-word replies whenever applicable. “Elena, please,” he almost looked sad when she looked up from her coffee, “can we do away with this hostility?” Elijah knew, when she smiled at him so nicely, that he had messed up.
Because this time, she had smiled after she had struck. With a fork. A fork that was now stuck in his hand. “Ouch.” He pulled it out without so much as blinking, looking at her, somehow both approvingly and in disapproval at the same time. On the one hand, she had paid attention to his lesson, but on the other, it seemed there was no hope for civility between them.
“You never even apologized to me.” “I have,” he insisted vehemently. “I have done so countless times in the messages I sent you.” Elena pretended to check her phone. “Nope, you must have sent them all to the wrong number.” He knew. Elijah knew that she had deleted his messages and ignored his calls. “Then I shall do it now.”
Elena was completely taken aback by the sight of him. Elijah Mikaelson, the original vampire, on his knees on the kitchen floor beside her, taking her hands in his. “I am sorry, Elena. I let you down. I broke my word. I made a promise to my family over a thousand years ago. The conflict tore me apart, believe me. I was deceived by my brother, but I swear to you that it will not happen again and I will deliver his head to you on a silver platter, if that is what you wish. I am, and remain forever, at your service and while I do not deserve your forgiveness, I beg for it nonetheless.”
She looked at him, the disdain slowly fading from her face. If any other person had gone down on their knees and begged for forgiveness, she would have felt ridiculed, humiliated. But Elijah was so sincere, not making any move to hide the regret in his eyes. “Fine.” He sighed, relieved. “You have my forgiveness. But not my trust. Not yet.”
Elijah’s eyes did not return to their cold, collected state. Instead, his gaze shifted into something darker. Something raw. His lips touched her hand in a gentle kiss. Had he caught her so off-guard that she did not draw her hand away instantly? Elena had no idea why she made no move to shrug him off. Her eyes kept travelling to his lips for the remainder of breakfast, lingering for a second, before looking away again. Elijah did not dare to smile. Did not dare to betray that he had noticed.
They returned to training for another hour after breakfast. Elena got better. After one too-close call with a stake, Elijah called for another break. “What are you doing?” She took a step back in surprise when he took off his tie and his jacket. “I had not anticipated that we would get this far. I care for this jacket far too much.” His admission of doubt in her skills spurred her on.
“How about we make this a bit more realistic?” Something about the glint in his eyes told her to run. To leave this house and never to think of the name Elijah Mikaelson again. She inclined her head instead, prepared to hear him out while she poured herself a glass of water. “From now on,” he announced, “I will bite.”
He opened his mouth slightly, letting her catch a glimpse of his sharp fangs, letting the mask on his face slip just the slightest bit, revealing just a hint of the monster. Elena refused to be afraid of him, but still, she clutched the stake in her hand a little more tightly. “I will just take a little sip.” She could see it then, hear it in the self-assured arrogance in his voice. Klaus’ brother. Half-brother. The closest she could ever get to unleashing her rage on the real monster.
She had lasted longer than ever, Elijah found himself admitting while he casually pinned her arms at her sides with one of his. Elena hated how she reacted to his touch, goosebumps rising all over the back of her neck when he brushed her hair away from her shoulder with his free hand, when he chuckled at her attempts to break free of him, his breath hot against her neck as he leaned in and whispered softly.
“This will only hurt a bit” Elena had been bitten before. Many times. And every single time, it had stung, burned like fire. This time, all she could feel was Elijah. His lips against her neck, gently sucking, chuckling against her skin when she whimpered. He struck, then. A quick, sharp pain surged through her neck. And then it was gone.
Elijah licked his lips, suddenly standing on the other side of the room, looking at her with a dangerously dark expression, her blood lingering in the corner of his mouth. “Delicious.” She blushed at his entirely inappropriate and unnecessary commentary. “You get two more attempts,” he said, “before I need to heal you so the blood loss does not affect you.”
Elena shook her head. “I do not want your blood anywhere near me.” Elijah had been compared to every sort of monster over the course of his life, had many vile insults thrown at him, and yet, he had never felt quite so dirty. “Nothing personal,” she added, noticing the disappointed look on his face that he could not quite conceal. “You have two more attempts, then.”
Her penultimate attempt ended in quite a similar predicament as the last one, only this time he had her pinned to the floor, her wrists pinned above her head. He attempted to bury his face in her neck, but she kept her chin tucked. Elijah could bite anywhere else. Any other place would be just as good, declare his victory over her just the same, and yet his pride would not let him.
It was his pride that led to his downfall. So completely certain that he could retain sufficient control over Elena with just one of his hands, he used the other to gently, but insistently, tilt her head to the side, granting him access to that which he most desired. Well, a close contender for what he most desired. She waited for his fangs to sink in until she broke free, slamming the stake into his body.
Elijah gasped for breath, rolling off of her, collapsing on the floor. He winced in pain as he pulled the stake out. Elena had pierced his lungs. He lay there, coughing up blood, recovering from her successful attack while she stood over him, smiling victoriously. To his surprise, she offered him her hand and helped him to his feet.
“That was-” He looked almost proud of her for just one second. “An unfair move, and a bad one at that.” She pouted when he reprimanded her. “I had won that round, Elena. Your blood was already in my mouth. And you have to go for the heart, anything else won’t keep a normal vampire down.” Another reason why she had agreed to train with him. She could kill Damon with a wooden stake, but Elijah? It would hurt like a bitch, but it would not be the end for him.
“I say it was a draw,” she mumbled, “and I could have finished you.” “Could you?” He looked almost amused. Elijah refused to break eye contact the entire time he unbuttoned his shirt. “You struck here.” He pointed to the wound, skin closing up again before her eyes.
What was he doing? Why was he doing that? Elena watched in disbelief as Elijah removed his shirt. She blushed, averting her eyes. “You want to be a doctor?” She confirmed it with a small nod. “Then let me provide you with a little anatomy lesson.” He was close to her, so close she could feel the heat radiating off his chest.
He positioned her hand over his heart, covering it with his own, holding it in place. Elena was trying to find something, anything, to look at that was not the naked chest of the vampire in front of her. His daylight ring. She looked at his daylight ring instead, her eyes fixed on the blue stone.
“For a future doctor, you certainly are quite squeamish around bodies,” he said tauntingly. Elena swallowed, her mouth suddenly feeling too dry. Other places? Not so much. She wanted to rip her hand away, walk away from him, but Elijah held her there. “Feel it,” he commanded. “My heart. Can you feel it?” She closed her eyes, trying to regain her focus.
A rhythmic pulse, deep within his chest. His dead, immortal heart, beating strong. Unrelenting. Calm. Very much unlike her own heart, racing, not only from the exertion of fighting an original vampire all morning. “I can feel it,” she choked out. “Good.” Elijah kept her hand there for a few more seconds before finally letting her pull away. “That is where you must strike.”
Her last attempt. One last chance at staking Elijah Mikaelson. Elena gave it her best shot, but he was not interested in playing fair. She was covered in sweat, barely able to keep the stake from slipping out of her hand, whereas he still looked incredibly put-together, even without a shirt. Were vampires incapable of sweating? Her eyes kept drifting back to his chest, his shoulders, his abs. He kept flexing his muscles, unable to keep the grin off his face when she blushed and looked away.
Elijah kept toying with her for what felt like ages. Elena had improved so much over the course of the morning, but somehow she was striking the air around him again. This time, she ended up with her back to the wall, her body caged in by his hands on either side and his chest right in front of her.
“You know what comes now.” The darkness returned to his eyes once more and Elena could feel him against her neck, teasing her, dragging his fangs over her skin slowly. “Elijah,” she pleaded. “What is it you want, my darling Elena?” It was dangerously inviting, giving in to him. Surrendering. His hands fell to her hips. “I want-” She gasped when his tongue flicked against her skin.
“What do you want, Elena? Tell me and you shall have it.” Elijah was enjoying himself immensely, watching her squirm. “Kiss me,” she admitted quietly. “I want you to kiss me.” Without hesitation, he cradled her face and pressed his lips against hers, stumbling backwards, letting himself fall onto the sofa, dragging her down with him.
Her position was perfect. On top of Elijah, straddling him, his hands busy, his thoughts distracted as he kissed her as if he had been starving. With one hand tugging at his hair, Elena had the opening she had been waiting for. Elijah gasped, the breath knocked from his lungs, staring at her in disbelief. Elena Gilbert, straddling him, so close to him. The stake she had embedded in his heart had been small, but lethal, though not to him. There was a small trickle of blood running down her chin. He had bitten her, startled by her staking him. “Guess I had one final ace up my sleeve that you forgot about,” she mocked him, using his own words against him.
Elijah would have been impressed, had he not been dead. Temporarily. How had he missed it? He recalled how he had been wondering about her sometimes slightly lopsided walk, concerned that she might have injured herself on one of her runs. The weapon had been in her boot the whole time. Elena graciously pulled out the stake, marvelling at the way his body immediately healed itself, smooth skin closing over the wound, colour returning to his face.
It took Elijah only a few seconds to regain consciousness, since Elena had removed the stake. She was still sitting on top of him, looking triumphant. “You do not play fair,” he grumbled. “But that was very well done.” “Thank you.” The way she smiled at him, batting her eyelashes, made him weak. Neither of them moved, simply looking into each other’s eyes.
Now or never, Elena decided. Elijah had gotten her all worked up, taking off his shirt and taunting her, touching her all morning, pinning her against the wall, against the floor, against his body. She had known it instantly, the first time his lips had touched her neck. Even before that, when he had raised the stakes, had told her that he would bite. Elijah Mikaelson wanted her just as much as she wanted him.
“What’s my prize?” He gave her a questioning look. She tilted her head, showing him the reminders of what he had done to her. He had sunk his fangs into both sides of her neck, small stains on her shirt, blood in her hair, making the smooth strands clump together. “You got to bite, what do I get for winning?” Summoning his courage, his confidence, once more, Elijah’s hands moved to her hips.
“What do you want, Elena?” His voice, dark with desire, made her tremble with anticipation. “I want you,” she whispered, “to kiss me.” He smiled lazily. “Is that so? And I presume I will fall for your trap again, my urges clouding my judgement, and you will thrust another stake into my heart?” She shook her head. “I’m all out.”
“You will understand,” he said, his tone all business, “that I must convince myself that what you say is the truth.” Elena swallowed but nodded. “And how shall I do it?” Elijah continued, “Shall I pat you down? Or maybe I will have you strip. Or perhaps, I shall simply restrain you more thoroughly.” He picked up the tie he had discarded earlier, waiting for Elena to give him a sign that she wanted to go ahead with this. With any of it.
Elena’s head was spinning from the combination of the slight blood loss, barely noticeable under normal circumstances, and his voice. He uttered the most sinful things in a tone so casual he might as well have been reading her the dictionary. As if his words did not appeal to her darkest desires, those she did not even admit to her diary in the quiet darkness of her bedroom.
Could she go through with it? Kissing Elijah was one thing, but what he was offering was more than that. Maybe I will have you strip. “Such things require trust, Elijah,” she said instead of offering an answer. He nodded, instantly taking it as a refusal. You have my forgiveness. But not my trust. But Elena made no move to leave.
“Perhaps you could heal me first,” she suggested, “so I can make my decision with a clear head.” I do not want your blood anywhere near me. What had changed? Elijah bit down on his wrist without hesitation, presenting it to her. It was the most gentle sensation, her lips against his skin. Just one small sip, that was all she took. That was all she needed.
Elijah brushed the hair back from her shoulder, watching his bitemarks heal instantly. More colour returned to her face. Elena presented her wrists and smirked at him playfully. “Do what you must to protect yourself from me.” Are you sure? The question did not leave his lips, but it was in his eyes, and she nodded at him. Go ahead. Tie me up.
It was with the utmost care that he wrapped his silk tie around her wrists, tightly, but not uncomfortably. He swiped his thumb over her lower lip, wiping away the traces of blood that lingered there. “Claim your prize then, my darling Elena.” When her lips met his, Elijah understood how she had deceived him earlier. He could feel that she was being sincere now, undistracted. Her full attention was now on him.
When she pulled back, he stole one last kiss from her, a tiny, soft kiss, one that he bestowed upon her like a promise. Elena knew that she was in danger. Had been in danger from the moment she had realized how much she wanted to be his. With this last kiss, he had sealed her fate.
The wait was agonizing, neither of them wanting to be the first to break the silence. Elijah gently removed his tie from her wrists and lifted them up to his face. All around her wrists, he left little kisses, so gentle, yet so certain and steady. He wanted to move further up her arms, but Elena pulled away.
“I am covered in blood, both mine and yours, and I am sweaty and gross. Not all of us have the luxury of being a vampire who never sweats.” Elijah smirked at her in his usual self-assured, almost arrogant way. “Vampires do sweat. You’ll see.” An offer. Still there. Elena laughed. “Well, in case you still want to strip-search me, I would not say no to a shower.” “That can certainly be arranged,” he replied, his voice carrying no small amount of satisfaction with having succeeded in seducing Elena Gilbert.
She wrapped her arms and legs around him instinctively when he stood up, letting him carry her up the stairs to his bathroom, where he set her down gently on the counter, spreading her legs so he could step between them, looking at her, waiting for her permission. She nodded. Elijah kissed her again, deeply, desperately, teeth tugging at her lower lip.
One by one, her clothes ended up on the floor of his bathroom until she sat before him in her underwear. “What is this evil contraption?” He eyed her chest curiously. Elena raised her eyebrows and laughed. “A sports bra? It’s just meant to, you know,” she gestured to her chest, “hold everything in place.” “Hmm.” His curiosity was endearing. The way he was staring at her chest, not with desire, but with the look of a man who should be old enough to have seen anything, and yet-
“It looks uncomfortable. Would you like me to remove it for you?” The hunger had returned to his eyes. Elena reached around her back, moving to undo the clasp, but Elijah stopped her. “Let me.” Elena tilted her head. Most guys would have been grateful for the help, struggling to remove even a normal bra, but a sports bra? That was a challenge. But Elijah was not just any guy.
Elena would have laughed at him if it weren’t for the way his hands efficiently unhooked her bra, making her sigh in relief at the pressure being gone. The bra joined the rest of her clothes in the corner, leaving her in just her panties. Elena wished she had gone for something less practical and more attractive that day, but how could she have known?
“You are a vision,” he groaned against her ear, his large hands immediately covering her breasts. Elena blushed. She was covered in sweat, but Elijah seemed entirely unbothered, continuing to kiss her hungrily, commanding her full attention. She flinched when she felt his lips on her throat and Elijah pulled away.
“Sorry, I just-” She swallowed. “I won’t bite,” he ran a hand down her hair, down her back, reassuringly, “not without your consent. Never without your consent.” Elena had not doubted it, but still, she was relieved to hear him say it. Elijah kept looking at her with that unreadable expression. Hunger, but restrained. Concern? Fear of hurting her? Desire. Every emotion he had ever felt over the course of a thousand years seemed to haunt him.
She tugged his hair, urging him closer. “Please keep going.” He furrowed his brows. “Are you sure?” “I trust you.” Elena smiled at him reassuringly, taking his hands in hers and placing them on her chest again, hypnotized by his eyes. Hunger. She had never seen anything like it before. A surprised yelp left her when he pinched her nipples. She felt the low hum of his voice against her throat. “You and I are going to have so much fun.”
Elena was rendered helpless in his arms, her fingers clawing at his shoulders when he pushed her back onto the counter, hovering over her, his lips leaving a trail of kisses from her throat downwards. “Elijah, wait.” He pulled away. “What is it, darling?” “I am still really gross and sweaty.” He laughed. “I have absolutely no complaints, Elena.” She could not help how self-conscious she felt, but there was an easy way to fix it. “You may not care, but I would really love to shower first.”
Elijah pulled her to her feet. “Alright. Let’s get you wet, then.” He was grinning at her when she blushed. “Or perhaps-” He ran his fingers over the edge of her panties, enjoying how she trembled in response. Elena let her head fall against his shoulder, attempting to hide her face. He laughed softly, not willing to stop teasing her just yet. “Elena,” he drawled, “are you wet already?”
She released a frustrated whine, refusing to acknowledge his question. He hugged her, running his hand up and down her back. “You don’t have to say anything, darling.” Finally. Elena had endured enough of his teasing. Or so she had thought. “I can smell it.”
She forgot how to breathe for a moment. Elijah kissed her head, chuckling against her hair. “You cannot imagine the fun I had today, pinning you down and biting you, knowing full well what it was doing to you the entire time.” He decided to show her mercy, then. “I will go and get you a towel,” he whispered, disappearing into the hallway in the blink of an eye.
Elena used the small amount of privacy he granted her to get into the shower, letting the hot water wash away the blood and sweat. There were more bottles in the shower than she had expected. Vanilla? Cinnamon? The cold air startled her when he opened the door and appeared behind her, kissing her shoulder.
Her attention was divided. On the one hand, Elijah was right there with her, naked in the shower, on the other, it appeared as if having a woman in his shower was such a regular thing for him that he kept multiple products for women on hand. Her heart dropped. But then again, he had given her no reason to assume she was anything but another conquest for him.
Elijah had had his ears focused on her heartbeat all morning. He could feel it change. “What’s wrong?” She shrugged. “Just perusing your sizeable shampoo collection.” There was a hint of barely contained jealousy in her voice. It didn’t take a lot for Elijah to figure out why. “Yes,” he said smugly, “my sister demands I have all her favourites for when she decides she’s had enough of Niklaus and comes here instead.”
Relief flooded her body. Not that she cared how many women Elijah slept with. She turned to face him, fighting the urge to look down. “Allow me,” he whispered, taking the shampoo out of her hand. Elena had not thought that it could feel so good to have her hair washed, his fingers scrubbing her scalp so gently and yet so thoroughly.
She let herself relax, closing her eyes and letting him direct her back under the water, washing out the shampoo. “I must confess, this is the only step I am familiar with.” There was something so attractive about it, how he admitted defeat and instead watched her pick another bottle and condition the lengths of her hair.
Elena found herself almost disappointed about how much of a gentleman he was, letting her shower in peace, not touching, but watching. Observing. Plotting her demise at his hands. And his mouth. He finished first and waited for her outside of the shower, leaning against the counter, towel wrapped around his hips. He had an incredibly soft towel ready for her, wrapping it around her with the utmost care. She relaxed into his embrace.
Elijah waited patiently. Waited for Elena to dry her hair with another towel, twist it into a bun, secure it with a hair tie. He was looking at her expectantly. As if he were waiting for his cue. She returned his stare, making the corners of his mouth quirk up. “Can I help you?” she asked, unsure of what it was he expected of her. “Hm?” It almost appeared as if she had ripped him out of a dream. “I am just waiting for you to finish getting dry so I may continue where I left off.”
Elena remembered exactly where he had left off. She blushed, gathered her courage once more and dropped her towel. “I am finished.” “Wonderful.” He picked her up and carried her to his bedroom, his eyes never leaving hers. Her back hit the mattress and he followed her down, his lips back on her neck in the blink of an eye.
Elijah found himself wondering just how long it would take him to make her moan his name. He was eager to find out, his mouth finding her breast, licking, sucking, letting his teeth- not his fangs- bite her skin gently. “Elijah.” His name fell from her lips like a prayer. A prayer to a cruel god, though one that could be persuaded to be merciful. For her. Only ever for her.
“What do you want, Elena?” With her nails digging into his scalp, she attempted to pull him closer, but he was hovering over her, waiting for her to say it. “More.” He kissed her. A sloppy, open-mouthed kiss, just to taste her again. “And more you shall have.” His mouth returned to her breasts, resuming with more fervour.
Elena complained about the loss of his mouth when he pulled away to look at her, marvelling at how red and swollen her skin was. He lazily rolled her sensitive buds between his fingers, his lips making their way down her stomach, travelling lower and lower. His hands parted her thighs, holding her in place securely.
He kissed her gently. Between her thighs. Just once. Then he looked up at her hungrily, a roguish grin on his face that she had not expected of him. “Delicious,” he groaned, his voice having dropped even lower than it had before. Elena blushed, remembering how he had said that exact same thing about her blood. She gasped, squeezing her eyes shut in response to one of his fingers gently rubbing that sensitive bundle of nerves.
Elena had touched herself many times, but her own fingers, rubbing little circles around her clit, chasing her release in the privacy of her own bedroom, did not compare to what he was doing to her at all. “Look at me, Elena.” She opened her eyes hesitantly, finding that he still wore that smug expression. He pressed down and she gasped.
“What do you want, Elena?” She pouted. Did she really have to spell it out for him? “You know what I want, Elijah.” He cocked his head. “Do I? I certainly know what I want to do to you, but I want to know what it is that you want from me.” He kept rubbing slow, controlled circles and Elena could feel the pressure already building. “I want you to make me cum, Elijah. Please.” “Like this?” he asked, “Or would you prefer my mouth?”
In hindsight, Elena should have known that he was going to talk the entire time. It was as if the man derived a significant portion of his pleasure simply from watching her squirm at the sound of his voice, at the things he asked of her. There was only one way to foil his plan. Elena was moaning softly, trying to answer his question without her voice breaking. “Your mouth,” she choked out. He removed his hand, wiping it on her thigh. “Very well.”
“Oh god, Elijah!” He chuckled, but she could not hear it. After all, he had just buried his face between her legs. The tight grip he kept on her thighs kept her from moving, giving him perfect control over her body, while his tongue explored her cunt. Finally having been given permission to pleasure her, he devoted himself entirely to the task before him.
All throughout the morning, it had driven him crazy. At first, Elijah had thought he was imagining it, the way she shivered when he touched her, how her breath hitched when he pinned her down. As a man of science, he had decided to test his hypothesis, telling her that he would bite, as an additional bit of motivation. It had been a filthy lie, only meant to get a taste of her blood, an excuse for him to hold her body against his for more than just a few seconds, to see how she would react.
“Elijah! Fuckfuckfuck oh goddddd, I think I’m gonna-” It was the best thing he had ever heard. Elena Gilbert coming undone underneath him, completely at his mercy. Her legs were shaking, she was writhing, struggling against him, her nails digging into his scalp so hard he was probably bleeding. Good. “Let go for me, my lovely Elena.”
Elena knew for a fact she was on vervain and he was incapable of compelling her. But he might as well have been, her body reacting to his words like a command. She fell over the edge, screaming his name again and again and again. “That’s it,” he praised, “you are doing so well, my love.” Elena felt entirely too sensitive, even the soothing touch of his hands against her arms was setting her skin on fire.
She buried her face against his chest, inhaling his scent. “You have no idea,” he continued talking to her while her breathing slowed down, returning to normal, “how delicious you taste. Utterly divine. Exquisite. So perfectly sw-” “Do you ever stop talking?” She punctuated each word with a playful slap to his chest. “How could I ever stop talking, my sweet Elena, when I know just how much you enjoy hearing my voice?”
He tapped his fingers against her chest, just above her heart. “I can hear how your pulse quickens, when I-” he dropped his voice lower, “tell you those dirty little things that make you blush so sweetly.” She looked down. A mistake. Now, even she could hear her heart beating faster when she saw how he was straining against his towel. She reached down slowly, looking back up at him for permission, pulling the towel away and tossing it to the floor when he nodded at her.
He let her look all she wanted, his eyes remaining on her face, watching every little change in her expression. He choked back a groan when she licked her lips absentmindedly. “What is it you want, Elena?” The repeated question made her eyes dart back up to his face. “No.” She shook her head, smiling deviously. “What is it that you want, Elijah?”
What did he want? What do you want, Elijah? What do you want? “I want to fuck you.” Elena blinked in surprise, having expected a much more elaborate answer from him, given his tendency to make elaborate speeches. He stared at her, wide-eyed. Had he really just said that? So crudely? “Uhm-” she cleared her throat. Was it too much? Was he demanding too much of her? Maybe they were moving too fast, should slow down. She laughed at the way she could feel his mind racing. “Elijah.”
He looked at her when he felt her hand stroking his cheek. Stopped his thoughts from spiralling any further and looked at her. She straddled him, grinding against his cock, earning a low moan. “Elena, if this is too presumptuous, we don’t have to-” she silenced him with a kiss. “I want this, Elijah. I want you.”
She sank down on him slowly, taking him all the way, whining at the sensation. “Oh fuck, you feel so good,” he growled. She raised an eyebrow. “Elijah, I think I’ve never heard you swear before.” He smiled at her, brushing a strand of her still wet hair behind her ear. “There is no other way to describe it. If you give me a week, I shall compose a sonnet. But for now, you must endure it.” She giggled. “A sonnet?” He nodded, almost losing his train of thought when she started moving her hips.
“I have written many sonnets. Though never once about something so perfect like you and the way you feel.” His hands went to her hips, struggling to gain control over her movements. “You can’t not be in control, can you?” He shook his head. “My apologies.” She kissed him again. “Would you prefer to be on top?” He loved her. Right then and there, when she read him so perfectly, Elijah knew that he loved her. “Very much so,” he admitted, flipping them around using his vampire speed.
She laughed at the sudden change of position, relaxing against his soft pillows, her laughter soon turning into soft moans. His thrusts were slow, controlled, like everything else about him. “You are so perfect,” he groaned into her ear, his voice thick with desire. His thumb found her clit again, driving her mad with his touch. She whimpered, clenching around his cock. “Oh, you are close, aren’t you?” His words brought her even closer. Elijah’s voice was addictive to her, hypnotizing her. She nodded, her features twisted in pleasure.
He picked up the pace and Elena could see that he was sweating now, as he had insinuated earlier. She put her hand against his chest, feeling his heartbeat. Steady, but faster now, like his thrusts, becoming more and more desperate. “Elena, I don’t think I can keep this up for much longer.” She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him down for a searing kiss.
He came with a loud and unrestrained groan, collapsing on top of her, kissing her neck while he kept pleasuring her with his fingers. Her thighs were shaking, clenching around his hand. “That’s it, Elena, you’re almost there.” Like before, it was his voice that made her come undone with a gasp and plenty of curses. “Gorgeous.” She opened her eyes, finding him staring at her with adoration. Elijah was looking at her. Elijah, whom she had just slept with. Elena blushed.
“You are perfect.” He kissed her head, wrapping his arms around her, holding her close. She hummed contentedly, pressing her lips against his neck. “Not to ruin the moment,” he said, “but your phone has been ringing for the past ten minutes. Do you want me to go get it for you?” Oh no. Damon. Elena nodded and within the blink of an eye, Elijah was gone and then back again with her phone.
Damon. Elena hated herself for picking up. “What?” “Where are you, Elena? I’ve been calling you forever.” “I’m fine, Damon. I’m with Elijah. He said he’d help me train, remember?” The original vampire, who was still naked in bed next to her, gave her a look. Elena blushed. “You’ve been gone for hours, Elena. And I don’t trust him. Who knows what devious plans he has for you.” One look at Elijah told her just how devious his plans for her were.
“You do realize that I can hear you, Mr. Salvatore,” he said smugly. “But you do not have to worry about the lovely Elena, she is in good hands.” He had to suppress a laugh. Elena was blushing, trying to shut him up with her hand over his mouth. He kissed it. “Whatever. I need you to come over. We have a situation.” “Fine, Damon. I’ll be there.” Elijah watched as she got dressed and his heart sank when she left him. “Thank you for the lesson.” She kissed him on the cheek and walked to her car. He was leaning against the doorframe. “Same time tomorrow?”