A/N- Here you go. Also I have a new series of Kalijah drabbles called 'If Only'.
Warning- Rated R. Ice Play, Anal Play.
Katerina grumbled with annoyance as she paced the floor of her bedroom in the Bourbon St Manor.
Where the hell was her fiancé?
He hadn't come home for dinner and hadn't contacted her to say he would be late.
It was nearing midnight and she wanted to go to bed.
With a martyred sigh, she looks to the velvet settee that was a rather recent addition to their bedroom. Something for her to nap on while waiting for Elijah to come home so that she could rest without breaking their tradition of not going to bed without one another.
A rather stupid tradition, she decides, aiming a kick at the settee and only remembering at the last second that a collision of toes and hard wood did not equal a fun evening.
So she grouches some more, grabs Elijah's laptop because hers was somewhere else, and started watching some of her shows on Netflix. The clock striking midnight before she finally sensed her fiancé had come home.
Not heard, because he moved so silently, but it was the familiar instinctual sensation that she was no longer alone in the manor. Alertly, she waited for him to step through the bedroom door.
And waited.
And waited.
Ten whole minutes passed and he still hadn't appeared, so with a groan she slips on the black silk kimono he'd bought her years ago and sticks her head out into the corridor.
No-one was around.
Not that she cares. She'd proud of her body, especially considering the effort she had to go to maintain it when she lived in a world where any meal she desired could be delivered to her door at any time of the day or night. However, her darling fiancé had issues with other men seeing her naked, so she acquiesced and wore the tiny kimono which was a symbolic gesture more than actual modesty.
She finds him in the drawing room, standing before the empty fireplace, his strong, straight back to her and a glass of bourbon in his hand.
She allows herself a moment of admiration.
This handsome, gorgeous man was hers and hers alone.
Hers to love, cherish and understand as no one else could understand him.
She leans against the door frame and holds out a hand, knowing that he would see her, even without turning around,
"Come to bed, my lord." She beckons, confused when he doesn't move to face her,
"Not tonight, my beloved," he answers in a far-off tone, "Forgive me, but I'd best not join you tonight, I'm in a rather beastly mood."
Katerina frowns and steps forward, "What's wrong?"
He huffed in annoyance and her temper starts to flare before she realizes that he's not annoyed with her but rather the situation that led him to this point.
"As always, the witches of New Orleans," he sips his bourbon, "Honestly, by this point it's becoming a ridiculous farce, they act out, they're then reminded who is in charge, they shriek for mercy and expect forgiveness- which they are foolishly granted- and then a few months of prosperity and peace later…"
"They act out again," Katerina finishes for him, "You know what I always say? A little witch burning goes a long way, stick a few out on stakes, light 'em up and remind the rest of them that they need to fall in line or start eating s'mores."
He chuckles at her crudity when he usually gives her a disappointed look that makes her feel like a girl about to be disciplined, and not in a good way.
"Perhaps you should be the one in charge of handling them from now on?" he suggests,
"Certainly, you can't do a worse job than the current liaison."
She ignores his callous attitude towards himself and loosens the sash on her kimono,
"Come to bed, my love," she beckons, "Let me put you back in a good mood."
He still doesn't turn towards her but she sees his hand tighten on the glass, clearly he is tempted by her offer, "Truly Katerina, that is not a good plan, I cannot guarantee that I won't be a beast."
She chuckles and lets her kimono drop to the floor, "Is that a promise?"
He looks over his shoulder and gives a barely audible moan at the sight of her naked body, his eyes raking over inch of her,
"You are playing with fire, my beautiful beloved."
She puts a hand on her hip, "Oh, now you're just teasing me."
With her free hand, she runs a finger up his arm and up to his cheek bone, "And making me hot."
He is facing her in a flash and in another second his hands are on her face, drawing her to him for a passionate, hungry kiss that has her rubbing her body against his clothes, seeking him as she's left breathless.
"Upstairs?" she suggests, as she begins unknotting his tie but he shakes his head with a mischievous smirk and bends his knees, picking her up and wrapping her legs around his waist as she laughingly grabs his shoulders for support.
"I've waited long enough already," he says, nipping playfully at her chin before he walks her backwards until they hit the wall, "I want you now."
They kiss again and her eyelids flutter closed as his fingers knead her thighs and he presses his body hard against hers, making her grow wet with desire. He breaks the kiss and she tilts her head as he drags his teeth along her neck, sucking at the flesh. Impatiently, she pulls his tie away and when there isn't enough space between them to undo his shirt buttons, she settles for tugging it up until she can see his belted pants.
He laughs against her neck as she struggles to undo his belt and takes over, breaking the buckle and pulling his pants down until they're out of the way,
"Happy, beloved?"
She runs her hand through his hair and grips it, bringing his face up to hers so she can steal a searing kiss, "I want you now."
He rolls his hips, teasing her with a touch of his erect penis and she hums with arousal and delight, he snickers and reaches up to his shoulder to take her hand and laces their fingers together before he guides it behind her. She grabs blindly and realizes that they're by the doorjamb,
"Hold on tight." He instructs and she frowns in confusion as he drops to his knees, placing her legs over his shoulders and giving her a devilish look before shifting forward and running his tongue between the folds of her vagina. Katerina moans and digs her fingers into the wood as he teases her.
"God...please…" she begs as he deliberately denies her and she arches her back, seeking more and sobbing when he finally slid his tongue inside her. He places a hand on her stomach to hold her in place and shifts to free one hand so he can slide two fingers inside her, making her come on his tongue.
She quivers as he climbs back to his feet, keeping a careful grip on her and locking her legs around his waist again,
"Did you enjoy that?" he teases as she slides her arms around his neck and enjoys the risk of falling as he turns and moves them across the room,
"Do you want more?"
She hums and plays with the hairs on the back of his neck, caressing the skin there with her thumb as he grins with satisfaction and tilts her backwards. She braces herself, thinking that she's about to land on the couch but encounters only cold steel. She cries out at the unexpected sensation and turns her head to the side to see that they're on the gallery of the inner courtyard.
The cold night air brushes across her hardened nipples and she swallows as he burns her with his lustful gaze,
"There's no-one here," he growls, reaching down to place himself at her entrance, then supporting her with one hand on her lower back,
"Such a shame."
Her laughter cuts off when he thrusts deep inside her and she sobs at the sensation, her hands falling away from his neck and she scrambles to grasp the railing, her right hand encountering his and wrapping around his wrist as he moves within her, hard and deliberate, rocking her entire body.
Her toes are curling and she can feel herself coiling tightly, her back arching as her mouth falls open into a perfect O.
"Look at me," he orders forcibly, "Look at me when you finish, Ekaterina."
She bites her lip to hold in her cry as her walls tighten and she digs her nails into his wrist as she orgasms. Spots dance across her vision and her limbs shake, so he lowers them carefully to the ground and holds her thighs apart so he can continue thrusting until he comes apart within her, falling against her with a triumphant cry.
They stay there for a moment, both panting from the pleasure and Katerina rubs her breasts against his shirt, enjoying the sensation and he chuckles breathily into her ear, "Do you want more?"
She purrs and turns her head to run her tongue along his ear lobe, "First, I need a drink."
He nods and after a second, scoops her up, carrying her back inside to the leather couch, which he deposits her on and she slips an arm behind her head while admiring the man before her.
He was the very image of déshabillé, somehow all the more seductive with his clothes in disarray then if he'd been completely naked. She reaches for his shirt to pull him back to her but he catches her hand and guides it to her breast, "Play with these while I get us refreshments."
She gives him a wicked grin as he walks backward from the room and rubs her thumb over one nipple and then the other, pinching and stroking them,
"Hurry back, my love." She calls impatiently, and she hears him laugh from the kitchen.
He returns with a bottle of champagne and a glass of water with perfectly circular ice balls, he meanders across the room and her body flutters with desire as he places both items on the coffee table.
"Close your eyes," he instructs and she tilts her head back against the leather cushion, looking up into the bright chandelier before obeying.
She's expecting his hand, or perhaps the champagne, so she gives a shout of surprise when he presses the ice ball against her left nipple. She opens her eyes and glares playfully but he only chuckles as he rolls the ice around her areola and trails it up and across her collar bone to her right breast, circling inward to the nipple this time.
"Cold." she grumbles, still smiling and he places one knee on the couch and hoists the other over her body so that he's kneeling over her stomach, he rolls the ice down to her stomach and she shivers in delight at the sensation of heated arousal and contrast of the chill. He props himself up with a hand beside her head and lowers his mouth, taking her left breast between his lips and glancing up at her before laving the nipple with his tongue.
She pushes herself up on the arm under her head and moans in encouragement, distracted by his mouth so she doesn't even notice when the ice leaves her stomach but she squeals when he bites her breast and slips the ice inside her vagina simultaneously.
She drums her feet against the leather of the couch and tries to squirm away before he soothes the bite with his tongue and begins massaging the ice, the melting water mixing with their fluids still dripping from her. The heady mixture of pain followed by pleasure has her growing wet with her own arousal again and when the ice has melted she glances to the glass of water.
He pushes himself up with a smirk and hands her the water, "Drink." he orders, as he takes the champagne and, silently toasting her, drinks it from the bottle.
"So uncivilized." She taunts, widening her eyes as she fakes a scandalized gasp.
"So is what I'm going to do to you," he counters,
"No, no," he adds, as she reaches up to take the bottle from him, "Here."
He tips the bottle and splashes the champagne onto his erect penis, some of it landing onto her stomach, which he gathers up with his thumb and runs along her lips before sliding it into her mouth, "Drink this,"
She runs her tongue around his thumb and sucks gently before he takes it away and puts the bottle on the ground beside the couch, freeing his hands to run his fingers into her hair as he shifts forward until his penis is positioned over her mouth, "And this."
Katerina reaches her head up and wraps her lips around him, hollowing her cheeks and flickering her tongue over the tip of his penis before he pushes himself deeper into her mouth. She swallows eagerly, enjoying the taste sliding down her throat and focuses on her breathing as he guides her movements with his hands, she reaches one hand up to stroke his penis and one down to cup his testicles, fondling them as his movements become jerky and she knows when he's close because he pulls out with a growl, shifting down her body to her knees.
"I thought you wanted me to drink?" she teases, biting her lip but he doesn't respond, instead he puts his hands on her hips and flips her onto her stomach, and reaches under her to hoist her buttocks into the air.
He lowers himself onto her, his legs outside hers, pressing them together, his chest atop her back and his head beside hers, she turns her face to the back of the couch so their faces are together and her lips part in a wordless gasp as he thrusts his penis back inside her vagina,
"Oh…my lord…" she whimpers, "I…oh god!"
She moans and claws at the cushion, dragging her nails along the leather, "I don't think…it's too much!"
"Don't worry," he says, giving her a quick kiss, "I only wanted to make my next act easier on you."
He withdraws and she bites her lip as she picks up on his meaning. His lifts his hips and his penis leaves a wet trail between her cheeks before touching the rim of her anus.
"Tell me to stop," He suggests, as he presses gently against her, "Tell me you don't want this."
She shakes her head, "I want you, now." She repeats and he grips his hand in her hair, tugging her head back as he slowly pushes himself into her. He's gentle this time, as he thrusts in and out of her ass, easing himself into her tight passage and she presses her face into the cushion, bending her knees backward and hooking them on the outside of his legs.
His breaths become pants and his eyelids flutter but he keeps his eyes on hers,
"Look at me," he orders again, as she glances down the couch, trying to catch a glimpse of their connected bodies, his thrusts are becoming quicker but shallower,
"Tell me you love me."
"I love you," she murmurs, "I love you so much."
He groans and pulls out of her, reaching down and grabbing his penis, rubbing twice before he comes, spurting onto her buttocks and she chuckles as she drops her forehead onto her arm.
She drowses for a moment but he rouses her with a kiss between her shoulder blades and she raises her head when he pads to the fireplace to fetch her kimono,
"Here," he holds it out to her, "Go upstairs, shower and I'll join you shortly, my beloved."
Indolently, she slides off the couch and barely ties the black silk around her, running a hand through her hair, "Are you in a better mood now, my love?"
He gives her a lopsided grin, "The best."
The hot water feels heavenly on her spent body and Katerina can barely keep her eyes open long enough to towel herself off, staggering to the bed and sprawling across the duvet, falling asleep the second her head touched Elijah's pillow.
When she wakes, dawn is just sneaking past their curtains and she huffs in protest, rolling over and barely noticing that she had been slipped under the covers and onto her side of the bed, she reaches for Elijah's pillow and senses it being placed at the tips of her fingers. She grabs it and pulls it towards her,
"Why are you up?" she mumbles, but not opening her eyes.
Elijah gently strokes her curls back from her face, and trails his fingernails across her shoulder,
"It is far more pleasing to watch you sleep than to partake in the activity myself." He explains and she accepts the flattery with her narcissistic ego.
"Why did you call me beloved last night?" she asks, her question nearly lost in her yawn,
His hand falters for a second, before resuming its caress, "What?"
"Beloved," she murmurs the word as she pulls the covers up to her chest and transfer her head to his pillow, breathing in the scent of him,
"You've never called me that before."
"Oh," he swallows, "I just…wasn't quite myself last night."
She hums in agreement, "Well, I didn't mind, in the least."
He sniffs but doesn't speak, leaning against the headboard and continuing to run his hand up and down her bare arm.