This is one of those SMUT chapters. If you don't like then don't read.
Typically he was not the type to get physical in communal areas of the compound while the house was occupied; it just wasn't in his nature, but she brought out a far more wild side in him.
That was how he found himself pressed against the wall with his trousers around his knees and her delicate hand stroking him. She always knew the perfect amount of pressure to turn him into a blithering mess of a man.
"I can see your control slipping," her hot breath fanned over his ear sending tremors down his spine. She increased the speed of her hand and nipped at his ear in the way she knew drove him crazy. "I want to hear you scream my name."
He stifled his moan and released a quick panting breath. It wouldn't be hard for her to do.
"Look at me," she purred.
His eyes snapped open to meet hers. The sinful smirk on her lips told him he was going to fall apart very soon; he always did when she took control.
She maintained eye contact while sinking to her knees and wrapping her lips around the head of his cock.
"Fuck," he bit his lip and threaded his fingers through her hair.
She flattened her tongue against him and heard him moan. Taking his hands from her hair she placed them on the wall and began bobbing up and down, using her hand to aid in her task.
He knew better than to look away or move his hands from where she had placed them. He could have easily taken care of himself later, but he wanted to find his release in her perfect mouth.
She had worked him nearly to the edge before taking him into her mouth, but she paused when he hit the entrance to her throat and gave him an expectant look.
He knew what she was waiting for, and had he been in a better state of mind he might have tried a quieter approach, but he was on the brink and desperate.
"Elena," her name came out in a hoarse growl. In a house full of vampires it was practically a scream, but she stayed still. He bit back his whimper and swallowed the last of his pride before begging in a strangled cry for her to finish what she had started.
She smirked when she heard a glass shatter on the lower floor and renewed her efforts until he came apart with a groan, her name falling from his lips like a prayer.
"Is this a private party, darling, or can anyone join in?"
A clearing throat brought her attention to the other end of the hall. She stood while swiping the remnants of his release from the corner of her lips and tilted her head. Popping her thumb between her swollen lips she cocked an eyebrow and listened to Elijah's heart rate slowing down.
Her eyes darted back to Elijah inquisitively when he wrapped an arm around her waist. He returned with a look that said it was entirely up to her.
She considered for a moment before her lips quirked up in a smirk.
Maybe I should relable this as Drabble/Ficlets.
Part 2?