WARNING, there's some violence and a lemon in this chapter. It turned out so long that I decided to add Liliya, Klaus and Kol in the next chapter.
Chapter 51
Made for me
"Is there anything else you need, my lady?" a young maid asked.
"No thank you," Bridgette replied, she was too tired to tell the girl that she wasn't a noblewoman. All she wanted was to finally take her bath and get some sleep. The day had been very long, Elijah had been negotiating with Lord Edward and the others and Bridgette had walked around the castle, trying to pick up something useful. She was glad that she had packed some of her more modest dresses with her; it was much easier to blend in when she wasn't dressed like a courtesan.
Thankfully she hadn't had to participate in the dinner this evening; she doubted that anyone would even notice her absence. Elijah had said that he would drop by after the dinner, but she had plenty of time to take a bath before that, apparently Lord Edward had arranged some entertainment for his guests. Bridgette wasn't really sure of what to make of him, he was very charming, but she could easily see him doing whatever was necessary in order to get his way.
She was willing to bet that if he had in fact poisoned his father, his mother had known about it, probably even helped him. During the last night's dinner, she had noticed that the mother and son seemed very close, almost too close, not to mention the woman was obviously very jealous of her son's attention. And she had thought that her family was messed up… Bridgette sighed when she was finally in the bathtub, the warm water made her immediately more relaxed.
The maid had lighted up candles around the chamber before she had left and there was a cozy fire in the fireplace. Everything was just perfect; she never wanted to get up. She closed her eyes and hummed quietly, for a brief moment she didn't have a care in the world. Slowly she let her whole body to sink under the water, still keeping her eyes closed.
Suddenly she felt a hand touching her shoulder and lifted her head above the surface as fast as she could. She was truly hoping to see Elijah's face, but it wasn't him who was standing next to the bathtub, it was Duke William, he was staring at her naked body lustfully. Bridgette gasped and instinctively covered her breast with her arms.
"My lord," she managed to say. "I am afraid I must ask you to leave, I am not decent…"
His laughter interrupted her; it made her shiver, although she managed to look calm.
"My sweet little Irish flower," he said and touched her cheek. "Just as beautiful as I remembered…"
Her heart started to pound faster, this couldn't be happening…
"I do not know what you are talking about, sir," she muttered tensely.
He raised his eyebrows.
"You do not remember me, do you, darling? I am insulted, I thought that this…" He paused and slid his hand under the water, touching the burn mark on her stomach. "…would have made a greater impression."
She froze and forced herself to really look at him. No… She had been 13 and she had been sick; her mother had shut her up by making her drink some of "Uncle Gus" special rotgut, he had worked in the brothel as some kind of handyman. She hadn't got used to alcohol and she had been in a terrible shape when a client had been sent to her room, he had wanted someone young. She had been too weak to really participate, which had made him furious. All she remembered was the pain when he had burned her and the sound of his laughter when she had screamed. She couldn't remember his face, not before now…
"How much is your fee these days, darling?" he asked grinning while cupping her breast. "It's nice to see that you have moved up, from a cheap little whore to a courtesan, good for you."
"Get your hands off me, sir," she muttered callously. "You are mistaken."
He laughed and yanked her to her feet, muffling her protests with a bruising kiss.
"Hmm," he purred, licking his lips. "You still taste just as sweet… Whatever your fee is, I will double it."
"Get off me!" she shouted when he lifted her out of the bathtub and pushed her against the wall. "Get off me!"
She couldn't let him do this, not this time. Her panic made all the furniture in the room to shake, but he didn't notice that, he was too concentrated on groping her. Desperately she kicked him as hard as she could; making him to let out a growl of pain. His eyes darkened, she almost lost consciousness when he hit her and threw her on the floor.
"Filthy whore!" he shouted and kicked her.
She tried to cover her face, preparing for another kick, but that never happened. Slowly she lowered her arms when she heard someone gasping for air; Elijah had grabbed Duke William by the neck and lifted him into the air, his feet were wiggling desperately right above the floor.
"Get…your…hands…off…her," Elijah growled furiously, stressing every word. His fangs were out; Bridgette had never seen him so angry. Duke William looked completely shocked, but he didn't have a chance to say anything when Elijah snapped his neck like a twig and dropped his body on the floor. Bridgette was staring at him disbelievingly; he seemed to be hesitating before turning to her, his face looked normal again.
"Are you alright?" he asked quietly.
She nodded, although her cheek and stomach hurt and her nose was bleeding. Elijah picked up a blanket from the bed and approached her very cautiously like she would have been an injured animal.
"It's alright, I am not going to hurt you," he said calmingly and placed the blanket on her. "May I lift you up?"
She was very confused, but she managed to nod, why was he acting like she would be some delicate little doll? Gently he scooped her up and placed her on the bed, she had no idea what to say.
"Thank you."
For some reason that surprised him, he bit his lip while placing a water bowl on a bedside table.
"I will be right back," he muttered when she started to clean the blood off her face.
Loathingly Elijah picked up the bastard's body; he had to take it away from here. After a short consideration, he decided to make his death look like an accident; all he had to do was to place the body in the middle of a dark stairway, although he would have rather rip the bastard in pieces. He needed a moment to calm down before heading back to Bridgette's chamber, the last thing he wanted was to scare her.
Well, that was too late; he had just killed a man in front of her, why wouldn't she be afraid of him. Cautiously he opened the door to her chamber; she was still on the bed, wiping the blood of her face with a wet cloth. She didn't say anything when he approached the bed and sat down, keeping his distance.
"May I?" he asked quietly and took the cloth from her. She didn't resist when he touched her face with it as gently as he could, but the pain still made her flinch. He gritted his teeth; the bastard should have definitely suffered more.
"Do you think that something is broken?"
She shook her head.
"No, I am fine, I have been through worse."
"I am so sorry," he muttered.
"Why?" she asked. "It was not your fault…"
"I brought you here," he interrupted her tensely. "I should have… I am sorry; I understand you must think that I am a monster…"
"What? Why would I think that?"
He looked at her disbelievingly.
"I killed that man in front of you, I should have…"
She silenced him by placing her finger on his lips.
"I do not think that you are a monster," she said calmly. "Not many people have ever stood up for me, why did you… I mean, you could have just thrown him out or something."
"He hurt you," Elijah replied tensely. "He got off too lightly."
Bridgette's eyes widened.
"What? Why would you…"
"For heaven's sake, woman, do I have to spell it for you? I love you!"
There it finally was; the whole truth. She looked shocked, her mouth floundered open and closed.
"You…love me?"
He took her hands and looked into her eyes; there was no way he would back away anymore, not even if she wouldn't feel the same towards him, which she probably didn't.
"Yes, Bridgette, I love you."
"Why?" she asked, her voice was barely a whisper.
He smiled and gently touched the unharmed part of her face.
"I cannot believe you have to ask that… I love your courage, your selflessness, your spirit, your strength… You are beautiful, inside and out."
She was quiet for a long while, her eyes were full of mixed feelings. Finally she looked up and touched his cheek insecurely with her shaking hand.
"I would like to kiss you, if that's alright," she muttered.
He smiled warmly and nodded, he wanted to let her to be in control.
"I would like that very much."
She smiled too and leaned closer, softly touching his lips with hers. Her breathing was speeding up as she rolled her tongue over his bottom lip, opening her mouth against his. He wrapped his arms around her and touched her tongue with his before truly tasting her. This was the moment he had dreamt about, he wanted her so badly, but he was fully aware of her reactions the whole time, he would stop if she would ask. The kiss seemed to last forever, but finally he pulled away, she needed to breath. His eyes were on her the whole time as he gently laid her down on the bed. She looked at him insecurely, her heart beating faster.
"I will stop if you want," he offered, wanting to be sure that he wasn't doing anything against her will. She swallowed and shook her head.
"No, I…Just tell me what you want me to do."
He leaned towards her and gave her a gentle kiss.
"I want you to relax."
Obviously that was easier said than done, but she nodded cautiously. She gasped when he slid his hand under the blanket, which was still wrapped around her; his fingers encircled her waist before reaching her inner thigh. Her skin was soft and warm; her eyes widened when his fingers touched the sensitive flesh between her legs.
"Wha-what are you doing?" she gasped.
"It's alright," he assured. "I am not going to hurt you, I swear."
She hesitated, but finally she nodded, giving him a permission to continue. He kept his touch gentle at first, giving her time to get used to it and relax. She was breathing faster and faster as his fingers kept exploring the soft and sensitive center of her femininity, her body was certainly reacting to his touch, but her mind was still holding back, she grabbed a pillow a and pressed it against her face, clearly wanting to hide from him.
"No," he said and gently took the pillow from her. "It's alright, you are safe. Please don't hold back."
She was clearly confused; it seemed that no one had ever giving her pleasure before. The thought that he would be the first man who would get so close to her made him smile, he wanted to show her what intimacy was supposed to be like. He kept whispering calming words in her ear while his fingers led her determinedly towards her climax.
Her whole body trembled and she moaned loudly, amazed by the new sensations washing over her. She closed her eyes and tried to catch her breath; he kissed her forehead and stroked her hair while she enjoyed the afterglow of her first orgasm. She truly looked beautiful like this, relaxed and the cute blush rising in her cheeks, he would have wanted nothing more than make her completely his, but her needs came first, he would wait if he would have to.
"That was…" she muttered and opened her eyes. "Amazing."
He smiled and kissed her.
"I am glad that you liked it. We can stop here if you want, we do not have to continue."
Her eyes widened.
"But…what about you?"
"I can wait," he assured, although he hoped that he wouldn't have to. "I want you to know that you can trust me, I won't force you into anything."
She blinked few times and turned her head away, there was a tear rolling down her cheek.
"Hey… Are you…"
"I am fine," she muttered and wiped the tear away. "I am sorry, I just… Thank you."
"For what?" he asked and caressed her cheek.
She turned to look at him and kissed his palm.
"For this. I want to continue."
"Are you sure?" he forced himself to ask, hoping that she wouldn't change her mind.
She smiled and nodded.
"Yes and I do trust you, believe me; that is not something I say very often."
"I know," he replied warmly and leaned down to kiss her while his hands carefully removed the blanket. She didn't try to cover herself, but she looked shy when he pulled away and looked at her body.
"You are so beautiful…" he said and caressed her shoulder.
"This is not fair," she muttered.
His hand stopped moving.
"What?"
She looked at him, although she seemed a little embarrassed.
"You can see me, but I cannot see you."
He couldn't help but to smile.
"Oh…"
He got into a sitting position and removed his boots and belt before pulling his shirt off; she looked at his bare chest curiously and reached her hand towards him.
"Is it alright if I…" she muttered.
"Of course," he replied smiling and lied down next to her.
Her hand was shaking a little when her fingers ran down his chest; her touch affected him stronger than he would have cared to admit. Fortunately he hadn't taken his pants off yet, but she noticed how his body reacted to her touch. She looked surprised and if he wasn't mistaken also pleased, she leaned towards him and traced kisses down his chest. It was like a sweet torture, when she slid her hand towards his waist, he couldn't take it anymore.
He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her passionately while rolling her on her back. She gasped when his mouth touched her breast; he wanted to feel every part of her body. All of his primal instincts declared that this woman belonged to him and he would kill anyone who would even try to touch her. His, only his… She tilted her head back and moaned in pleasure, making him to lose what was left of his self-control. The rest of his clothes were gone within a second, he needed to have her now.
Their eyes met when he positioned himself between her legs, she looked a little nervous, but she gave him a brief nod. That was all what he needed; slowly he entered her, wanting to give her body time to adjust. After being sure that he wasn't hurting her, he picked up a faster pace, which she clearly enjoyed. Her body felt amazing, like she would have been made for him. Maybe she was.
"Elijah," she moaned, trying to take a hold on something, like she would have been afraid that her body would float away. There was a dazed look in her eyes when she reached her second climax. It didn't take him long to follow her, she smiled while panting heavily.
"I never thought that could be nice…" she muttered.
He laughed and kissed her before lying down next to her.
"That truly was nice."
They were both quiet for a while until she cleared her throat.
"What happens now?"
He rolled on his side and touched her cheek.
"I would like to hold you if you allow that."
She avoided looking at him, but she nodded.
"I…suppose that is fine."
He smiled and pulled her close, her body felt warm next to his, but he still covered them with the blanket, he didn't want her to be cold. She sighed sleepily and leaned her head against his chest, her body was completely relaxed. He didn't think that he had ever been so happy, in that moment everything was alright in the world.
