Breed
"I can't concentrate if you keep doing that." She jiggles the keys, trying to find the right one, while also attempting to swat away his hands, his mouth, and his hips grinding into her.
His fingers grip her hips, hiking the fabric of her skirt higher and higher. His mouth roves along the hollow of her neck. He's gotten particularly invested in the scar he'd left on her that fated night in January. Undeniably fixated on his clear claim on her.
"Is that a problem, love?"
She makes the mistake of turning around to look at him, say something glib about not wanting to strip in the hallway out in the open. He ignores her raised eyebrow, lifts her easily and pushes her back to the door. She groans as his fingers splay and squeeze along her thighs, his breathe hot on her neck. The feel of him between her legs nearly unraveled her. Just nearly.
"Klaus. Inside? Please?" She just manages to get out her appeal for privacy.
He reaches around her and pushes down hard on the doorknob, breaking it free from the door. She winced at the sound and the feel of the door swinging away from her back.
"I need you, love."
"Right now?"
"Always," his voice was husky and deep with desire.
He sets her on her table and stretches his body out on top of her on, peeling back each layer of clothes until she was vulnerable and bare before him. An imbalance of power he thirsted for, she'd come to realize.
She shivers under the exacting way he looks her over. That part of her brain she depended on for survival recognizes that ravenous look in his eyes. She has to remind herself that she wasn't in danger when he descends on her. Kissing along her chest, lingering on her ribs as he works a thumb over her entrance, slowly at first until she presses him hungrily for more. She expects their reunion to be rough and is surprised with his next move.
She looks up briefly to see him kneeling in front of her, the curls she loves so much between her legs. She lays back again, leaning into the feeling of him leaving soft kisses along her inner thighs. His kisses pull at her skin more and more as he makes his way to her crux.
He looks up at her briefly before using the palm of his hand to begin his seduction at her mound, slowly but precisely. She lets out a soft exhale when she feels his first kiss at her center and then her breathe speeds up as she feels his tongue stroking her diligently. In between, he continues to leave dutiful kisses. He is utterly self-possessed as he builds on a gentle, rhythmic pressure. Klaus is a composer and patience is his song.
The pressure mounts firm and she starts to buck against his mouth, seeking out more friction. He acquiesces and slips in two fingers, but continues lightly sucking her hooded crown. He is a loyal servant worshipping her pleasure.
"Klaus," her voice comes out shaking and soft. Her legs tremble as she stares down at him, his eyes are still human letting her know how controlled he is even when she's coming apart at the seams. She starts writhing beneath him, but he knows what she needs in this moment. His hands glide up her thighs bringing her legs ever closer together. His warm breathe coaxes her over the edge, her chest heaving and her body awash in a heat that is entirely her.
He takes great pleasure in watching her come undone, again and again. He reaches out and grabs ahold of her hand, intertwined. She telegraphs her ecstasy from her fingers to his and he smiles as he continues to kiss down her thighs to her knees, using his free hand to stroke her stomach.
"Bed," she suggests finally, carried out on an exhale. Without his attention, she is beginning to struggle against the hard surface of the table.
Taking her right there appealed to him, but he relents to her request and lets her lead him to the bed. His smile is ruthless watching how difficult it is for her to walk only those few feet. When she turns to look at him, he's already managed to take his shirt off. He leans into her, gathering her hair in a fist at the base of her neck and pulling her head to the side. His gaze traces her scar and his fingers are not far behind.
She doesn't like how he's looking at her right now. Not without knowing why. "Proud?"
"Did you like it? When I bit you that first time?"
"I did."
"What was behind your curiosity, Elena? A welcoming, yet odd request."
"I wanted to know what it would feel like when you sacrificed me. I wanted you to feel it too."
"There wasn't even a chance of me changing your mind, was there?"
"I warned you, but you didn't listen to me."
"Naughty," he whispers as his fangs descend.
He startles her by turning her away from him and forcing her to kneel on the bed. He quickly matches her position before she can get her bearings. Elena turns around and catches sight of his eyes, dark and yellow, even more unnatural than she's seen them before. She gasps when he tilts her neck to the side, hovering just above his previous mark.
She knows what's coming and does nothing to stop him, isn't sure she'd want to even if she could. His fascination with the scar seems like such an animal response and a dark part of her truly does understand. It's knowing she'll never be able to mark him in a similar fashion that frustrates her. As he draws from her neck, once, twice, she reaches up and encourages him with her hand gliding on the back of his head, pulling him closer.
His bite turns into bloody kisses along her neck trailing to her shoulder and then her back. His hands are at her shoulders and before she can think, he's forced her down on all fours, his arms on either side of hers lock her in place.
When she pushes up, she feels the hard-lined muscles of his chest and he pushes back against her, growling in her ear. She doesn't want to think about how the blood makes the motion a little slippery.
"Trying to run, love?"
She responds by inching her knees a little wider, locking her toes around the outside of his calves. He responds heartily to her open invitation, kissing along her back as she leans down on her forearms rolling her hips up into him. A soft moan escapes from her as she feels him, hard and ready for her. She cries out, sharply, when she feels the length of him slide into her. His efforts from earlier have paid off for the both of them. He finds it easy to enter her, still slick with desire and she's so sensitive that any movement he makes behind her sends her heart racing.
They find a matching tempo together, his hand curls up next to hers and his other strokes the valleys of her stomach. Her breathe hitches in her throat when his fingers explore lower and the feel of him there, twice, is too overwhelming. It becomes impossible for her to remain on her legs, too shaky to hold her up, as she comes again.
He follows where she leads down onto the bed, wrapping an arm under her chest to hold onto her as he loses his own steady control, his pace becoming erratic and quick. The way she screams into the pillow is what sends him over the edge, filling her up with more of himself.
His breathe comes out hot and labored on her back and she knows he's spent too. They both are exhausted and unable to move. Even so, he lays gentle kisses on her shoulder as he whispers his adoration into her skin.
Hours later they lay wrapped up in her sheets, hair damp with sweat clinging to her forehead. Her own blood is caked to her skin and she wonders when this became normal. She's looking up at the stars through the attic apartment's skylight as his thumb rubs over the new puncture wounds at her neck. It's either the view or him that makes her wish that they were outside. They feel too contained here in this small room.
"You're different now."
"How so?" That he seems to be absently nibbling at her shoulder makes her exhale out a laugh. He's been nuzzling into her all night to smell her skin and he still doesn't realize how he's changed.
"Wolfish," she answers. "You really went to all those places before coming here?"
"Like I'd said, I didn't consider that your clue to Caroline would be so obvious."
"I always imagined us coming here. I figured you'd appreciate the art."
"I appreciate you." She moans as he moved suggestively against her leg.
"I'm glad you finally found me."
"Likewise. Any longer and I may have returned to Mystic Falls for the opportunity to clear my mind."
"Klaus." His name is a warning in her mouth.
"I grow tired of your friends taking you away from me, Elena. I won't tolerate a third time. I don't like appearing weak especially when I'm stronger than I've ever been. I won't, not even to keep you happy."
"I guess I better warn them then. But they do mean well. Mostly."
"Their intentions make no difference to me. It's their actions I judge." He props himself up on his elbow to give her a look that reinforces the weight of his words.
"They just wanted to find out if I was being compelled. Damon was the one who went rogue."
"Wonderful. Then, I know where to start."
"What happened after the sacrifice? Did you change?" She turned on her side to look at him.
"I had begun the process until your friends interrupted me."
"Did it hurt?"
"Not as much when I felt in control of the process. The next morning, I changed unwillingly thanks to your witch."
She didn't bother correcting him this time. "I'm sorry, Klaus. I'll talk to them."
"And if that doesn't fix anything? They'll never accept us together. No matter how hard you may try."
"I'm not planning on living in Mystic Falls. So, we don't have to worry about that."
"What are you planning?"
"Nothing. I'm free now. I can do anything." She covered herself up with a robe and laughed when he groans, displeased.
"Where are you going?"
"I want some tea. My fingers are cold."
"Come back to bed then. I'll warm them."
She ignored him, setting her kettle on the burner and turned to lean against the counter. "I'm surprised Elijah was helping you."
"Why does that shock you?"
"He wasn't exactly supportive of our relationship the last time I saw him."
He stalked towards her, a throw blanket barely wrapped around his waist. When he placed his hands on either side of her, she heard the blanket fall and resisted the urge to look down. "Is his support something you need?"
"Not him specifically, but it would be nice if someone in our lives was supportive." She pulls him nearer with her arms around his neck.
"Caroline seemed to like me well enough."
"Family. It would be nice if our families liked us together."
"Elijah is coming around to the idea of it. I think the deal you struck with him had something to do with it."
"He told you about that?"
"Feeling betrayed?"
"Maybe a little bit."
"I don't judge you for it, if that's what you're worried about. It's impressive the amount of times you've managed to trick me."
"I do it lovingly."
"Still, I think I'd prefer you not feel the need to do it at all."
She caresses circles into the back of his neck as he dips down to kiss her and she thinks about how she'd also prefer that.
Later, in the early morning hours before the sun rises, she is bundled up in a chair, looking out through the window at the stirring city. She finds that she enjoys the calm silence between them as he goes through her studio. She's okay with his snooping and his observations because she let him in.
"Did you do these?" he asks, picking up her failed attempts at watercolor. Images of the skyline and memories of the beach.
"Yeah, I was getting bored at night waiting for you."
"Didn't want to give charcoal a try?" he asked, teasingly.
"I guess I was ready for some color."
She can't quite make out the look he gives her, but she'll gladly hold him in her sight until she does. A knock at the door breaks their reverie.
"Expecting someone, love?"
"Not at all." She feels exposed, even with the robe. She thinks that he must not since he still hasn't bothered putting clothes on. Wonders if the decision to answer the door nude is intentional, but throws him a blanket anyway.
"Put something on, Klaus."
"Why? Expecting another lover?" The way her eyes wrinkle up tell him just how ridiculous she finds the suggestion.
She watches him walk to the door, shut only by the grace of a well angled dining room chair. She knows she should at least be a little nervous about who might be on the other side, but she can't help feel a little invincible around Klaus.
He emboldens her like no one else can.
A/N: Well, that happened. Let me know your thoughts!