Chapter 2
"Why didn't you want me to know that you loved me?" Katherine asked.
"Because I was afraid of what it would mean for us. I was too scared…I didn't want history to repeat itself."
"I reminded you too much of Tatia."
Elijah averted his gaze from her piercing scrutiny. Sighing, he said, "I have always loved too passionately, it's one of my greatest weakness."
"Love is not a weakness, Elijah," Katherine said, forcing him to look at her. "Don't allow your brother's jaded sense of reality to taint your mind."
Elijah had to wonder if Katherine words were sincere. After all, she had spent the last 170 years manipulating the minds and hearts of two Southern gentlemen, Damon and Stefan Salvatore. They too had believed that she really loved them.
When he didn't respond, Katherine continued, "I haven't forgotten the way you made me feel all of those years ago. I still have feelings for you…feelings that will never go away."
"Why are you doing this, Katherine?" Elijah asked his face heartbreakingly earnest.
"Because I want to know what it feels like to be loved."
Elijah's heart burst at her declaration. This was a woman who had been betrayed by every man that she had cared for, including himself. No wonder, she did not trust anyone. No wonder she used men for her own personal gain…they had used her.
"Katerina, I want to believe that you still have feelings for me, but…"
"It's true, Elijah. You have to know that I mean what I say."
"This woman, Katherine Pierce, I feel like I don't know her. She's not my Katerina."
Katherine took Elijah's hand and placed it over her heart, "She's inside here. She has never left."
Breath quickening, Elijah's eyes reflected the conflicting emotions of a man who desperately wanted to believe.
"Katerina…"
Before he could finish, Katherine leaned forward and pressed her lips to his. The kiss was tender, a reminder of the stolen moments they had shared long ago.
When they broke apart, Elijah looked upon her with a dazzled expression.
"Come back to my apartment," Katherine said, her eyes sparkling with sensuality.
How could any man, mortal or immortal, decline such an offer? Despite his propriety, Elijah's desire to consummate his love for Katherine overwhelmed him. He cared no longer of her past transgressions. All that mattered was that she wanted him…and he wanted her.
It took every ounce of Elijah's self-control to quell his desire until they reached the privacy of Katherine's hotel room.
As soon as the door clicked shut, he descended upon her, pressing his lips against hers. With vampire speed, he carried her over to the king sized canopy bed. Of course Katherine had compelled herself the President's suite of the hotel, only the best for her. Gasping, Katherine pulled at Elijah's jacket, prompting him to shed it without hesitation.
"This has got to go too," Katherine said huskily, ripping his shirt open and revealing his toned torso.
"I liked that shirt," Elijah panted, before burying his face into her neck. Inhaling her scent, he ran his tongue along the sensitive flesh, from her ear to her collarbone. When his open mouthed kisses reached the top of her bosom, his eyes glinted mischievously.
"Since you ruined my favorite shirt, you won't mind this," he smiled.
Before Katherine could rebut, Elijah had rendered her dress a scrap of fabric atop his discarded clothing.
"That was Versace," Katherine said through gritted teeth, but her anger was short lived as Elijah covered her body with his. Only a few scraps of clothing hindered them from uniting in the most intimate of ways. Still, they moved against each other, reveling in the sensations as their bodies responded to the mounting passion.
"Elijah," Katherine moaned, her fingers tangling in his thick brown hair. "I need you."
Raising himself up onto his forearms, Elijah looked down at her. Katherine's curls were fanned out against the backdrop of a white mountain of pillows, her cheeks were flushed with excitement and her eyes looked onyx in the dim light. His stomach squirmed with anticipation as he reached behind her to unclasp the black laced Victoria Secret bra she wore. Taking in her exposed breasts with rapture, he began to worship them, kissing, nipping, biting, until he worked his way down, trailing kisses along her taut stomach until he reached the band of her matching underwear. Katherine was too enthralled to care about the sound of tearing fabric. There was more where that came from. What she cared about was Elijah's mouth upon her and the warmth that spread from her core to the tips of her toes.
Katherine had never expected the honorable Original to possess such erotic qualities. Handsome as he was, she had half expected him to be a missionary, under the sheets, with the lights off sort of man. Boy was she mistaken.
When she couldn't take the torment of his talented tongue any longer, she shot up with preternatural agility. She was in control now as she switched positions with the surprised man. Straddling him, she smiled as she ground herself against his desire.
A moan resounded from the back of Elijah's throat and his golden brown eyes darkened with lust.
"Someone's excited," Katherine giggled, reaching her hand down into his trousers. Squeezing, she was delighted to note Elijah's predatory instinct take over, she had finally shattered through his gentlemanly façade. The veins surrounding his eyes sprung to the surface, his irises changed from hazel to crimson and his fangs burst forth from his gums as he snarled.
Most women would have ran screaming from the room at the brutality of his transformation, but it only served to further fuel Katherine's ego. She had done this to him. She had evoked the primal beast within. She had allowed him to abandon his humble pretenses and seek pleasure for pleasure's sake.
She squealed with delight as he flipped them over. Once again, he hovered over her but only for a breath as he pulled his trousers down enough to free himself.
Without a word, he plunged forward, burying himself to the hilt. Now, Katherine was no stranger to sex, by any means, but even she was unprepared for the size and force behind that first thrust.
Screaming out his name, she felt her own vampiric side emerge as she latched down on his exposed neck.
Elijah moaned loudly as Katherine began to drink from him. His hands desperately grasped at her silky locks, unable to endure the duality of pleasure.
Breathless, Katherine broke away, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. She looked up at Elijah's chiseled face, which had now returned to normal. He no longer looked animalistic; he simply looked as handsome as she had ever seen him.
"I love you, Katerina," Elijah gasped, stroking her cheek with a trembling hand.
When Katherine's only response was a breathy moan, Elijah's face fell. Despite the pleasure coursing through him, he had to hear her say it. It would drive him mad if she didn't.
"Katerina? Please, say that you love me too," he panted.
"I love you, Elijah," Katherine whispered, holding his face between her hands. "I never stopped."
Elijah's eyes glistened slightly as the words he had longed to hear for half a millennium fell from his lover's lips.
Stroking his cheek with pad of her thumb, Katherine continued, "You are the only man who has ever cared for me."
"Oh Katerina," Elijah moaned, his eyes closing in bliss as he allowed himself to become caught up in the moment.
He was just about to reach the precipice, when the sweet friction suddenly ceased. Groaning in frustration, he felt his back collide against the satin sheets.
"Tell me what you want, my dear sweet Elijah," Katherine crooned, her body hovering over him tantalizingly.
"I want you," Elijah panted, the veins in his neck sticking out.
"Oh no, my love. That's not nearly specific enough," Katherine said, ghosting her hand over his throbbing manhood.
Blushing furiously, Elijah stammered, "Katerina, I don't…"
"You don't know how to talk dirty? Well, I'll teach you."
"I…I…"
"Has the cat caught Elijah's tongue?" Katherine teased.
Easing herself down upon him, she said, "I love the feel of you inside of me."
Gritting his teeth, Elijah arched his back off of the bed as Katherine swiveled her hips in a particularly innovative way.
"Do you like that?" she asked seductively. "Do you like it when I ride you?"
Elijah's eyes shot open, his mouth became slack and no words seemed coherent enough to utter.
When her lover became mute, Katherine ceased her movements.
"Don't stop," Elijah growled his vampire features resurfacing.
"Don't stop what? What is it that you want me to do?" Katherine asked with mock innocence.
"I want you to ride me you little minx," Elijah snarled at that moment impervious to chagrin.
"I thought you'd never ask," Katherine said with a smirk as she rode him at a supernatural speed.
The bed creaked and groaned against the inhuman gyrations quaking upon it. Surprisingly, no phone calls were made to the management as the couple moaned and screamed out each other's names. Perhaps, their neighbors were thoroughly enjoying the little audio loop.
After performing seemingly every position in the Kama Sutra, Elijah was once again in control. Shuddering, he felt himself reach the point of no return as his thrusts became arrhythmic and his face morphed in a contortion of blissful agony.
Murmuring Katherine's name over and over, he stilled within her, spasming to satiation.
Exhausted, he slumped against her before rolling onto his back. Chest heaving, he stared up at the vaulted ceiling.
Snuggling up beside him, Katherine laid her head upon Elijah's perspiring chest.
"That was amazing," she mused, running her fingers through his sweat slicked hair.
Smiling, Elijah looked over at her, "I would have to concur."
The longer he looked at her the more his expression reflected the depth of his emotions.
"What is it?" Katherine asked, noting his mesmerized expression.
"You are the most beautiful woman that I have ever seen."
"That's the post-coital endorphins talking," Katherine said, trying to maintain levity.
"No, Katerina," Elijah said suddenly looking serious. "I mean it. You are positively radiant."
The intensity of his gaze incited Katherine to uncharacteristically blush. She was just about to offer another candid rebuttal when Elijah asked, "Will you do something for me?"
"What is it?"
"Will you open your mind to me so that I can show you something?"
Author's Note:
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