Warning, mature content

Part 7

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The night was stormy and Kol was soaking wet as he arrived to the house where he kept Flora. She had lived here six months already, but she hadn't recovered. According to the witches, it could take at least another six months until she would be ready to help Kol. Normally Kol would have hated waiting, but with her… There was something extremely alluring about her. It wasn't just her beauty, it was something else. It would have been a lie to say that Kol wouldn't have wanted her. He did want her, badly, but he wasn't completely soulless. He had enjoyed spending time with her, but she was still recovering.

"I'm here!" Kol announced as soon as he entered the hallway.

"Good," Mabel huffed as she hurried to the front door. "I'm already late."

Kol didn't apologize; he simply offered her a charming smile.

"Have fun with the girls."

The witches were gathering in the cemetery tonight, they were performing a blood moon ritual. Not that they could see the moon, the sky was full of dark clouds.

"How is…?" Kol started.

"She's in the living room!" Mabel replied on her way out.

Kol removed his wet coat and heard quiet music coming from the living room. Silently he walked over to the living room door and saw Flora dancing. The gramophone was playing some French song and she seemed to be completely concentrated to it. Her eyes were closed and she was moving like she would have been in a trance.

He watched her silently, admiring her gracefulness. He heard the pulse of her heart and the sound of her rushing blood. Her beautiful chestnut hair was down and she was wearing a white nightgown. The flames in the fireplace and few candles were the only source of light in the room. He didn't say anything, not before she finally opened her eyes.

"Hello, Kol," she greeted him smiling.

"Good evening, Flora," he replied. "How are you, darling?"

"I was dancing," she hummed.

"I saw that."

Her sleepy eyes looked at him curiously.

"Did you bring me something?"

"Of course," he replied smiling and carefully picked up the white rose he had shielded from the rain under his jacket. "Here you are, darling."

She smiled warmly as she took the flower from him.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome."

He poured himself a glass of bourbon while she smelled the rose.

"Beautiful," she hummed.

"Yes," he murmured.

He was just thinking that he needed to get changed when she suddenly walked over to him and took the glass from his hand. He raised an eyebrow.

"What are you…?"

She smiled and emptied the whole glass with one gulp.

"What was that?" he asked after getting over his surprise.

"I wanted to taste it," she replied innocently. "Was I bad?"

"No, you weren't, but I would have given you your own glass if…"

He was too stunned to finish his sentence when she suddenly touched his face with her fingers.

"Flora," he murmured cautiously. "What are you doing?"

She tilted her head as she ran her thumb over his bottom lip.

"Pretty," she hummed.

He opened his mouth in order to say something, but she rose up on her toes and silenced him by touching his lips with hers. He froze, unable to understand what was happening. She was kissing him. Really kissing him. What… Her lips felt soft and she tasted sweet. Instinctively he touched her tongue with his, wanting to have a full taste. No… No, he couldn't do this.

"Flora," he gasped. "What…?"

"I want this," she whispered against his lips. "I need this. With you. You're the one. I choose you."

He swallowed, struggling to control himself. Was this really happening?

"Are you… Are you sure?" he finally managed to say.

"I choose you," she repeated. "I'll be yours and you'll be mine. Only mine."

"Yes," he muttered hoarsely. "I'm yours."

His lips claimed hers again as she pressed against him. His hand came up to tangle in her soft hair, gently cupping the back of her head. When he finally broke the kiss, he felt her shivering against him.

"Are you alright?" he asked, concerned. "Did I…?"

"My whole body is singing," she murmured. "I never thought I could feel like this."

He hesitated for a brief moment. That wasn't like him at all, but everything was different with her. He felt very protective of her.

"And that is good, I hope?"

She smiled and caressed his face softly with her fingertips.

"Very good."

As he kissed her again, he felt something radiating from her. Wet heat. Hungry desperation. He felt it too. The need to be with her. Gently he lifted her up into his arms and carried her upstairs to her bedroom. Neither of them spoke, he simply pressed his lips to her temple and his nose to her hair. She smelled divine and she tasted even better.

"You're beautiful," she hummed. "But you hide it deep inside. Don't hide it from me."

"I won't," he murmured. "I'll be good to you."

"I know," she replied smiling. "I chose you."

"Chose me as what?" he was finally forced to ask.

She smiled and parted his lips with her thumb.

"To be mine. To have all of me."

He really didn't have anything else to say as she unbuttoned his shirt and pushed it off his shoulders, pressing kisses to his chest. Feeling her lips touching his chest was more than he could take.

"Flora…"

She stepped back and slipped off her nightgown, letting it slither down her body. She was wearing nothing under it. He sat down on the edge of the bed, staring at her hungrily, admiring every little detail. She was soft and curvy, perfect like a goddess.

"You like looking at me," she hummed.

"Yes," he murmured.

She smiled and bit her lower lip.

"I like the way you look at me. It makes me tingle all over. I've never felt like that."

He held out his hand and pulled her down into his lap.

"You're an incredible woman, Flora. My woman."

She nodded.

"Yes, I'm yours," she hummed against his mouth, running her hands through the soft, short hair on the back of his head while her lips pressed kisses to his jaw. "And I'm sure."

"I didn't ask," he pointed out.

"You were going to."

"Yes, but…"

"I can't help it. You're loud."

She touched his forehead, smoothing out the furrow between his brows.

"You hide your secrets and shout everything else over them. That's all I can hear."

He smiled and touched her cheek.

"If you are absolutely sure…"

"I am."

He kissed her lips and slid his hands down her back before he lowered his head to lick and kiss her breasts.

"Oh," she gasped when he took one peaked nipple into his mouth and sucked. "Oh, Kol."

She squirmed in his lap, trying to get closer. He wanted nothing more, but first he was going to taste both of her beautiful breasts. His hand caressed her soft skin while his other hand unbuttoned his pants. She squeaked softly as he carefully pushed her against the bed.

"Oh," she hummed as his lips pressed open mouth kisses to her chest and stomach as he traveled down to the place he wanted to taste the most. His eyes widened when he saw how wet she was.

"Oh, darling, this is all for me?" he hummed.

"Yes," she moaned. "I'm yours and you're mine…. Oh!" she cried out as his tongue licked a quick strip through her folds. She tasted absolutely delicious; he didn't think that he could ever have enough. A perfect woman. She arched like a cat as his tongue explored her thoroughly, finding all her most sensitive spots. Her first orgasm came fast, making her let out one of the most beautiful sounds he had ever heard. She was breathing rapidly as he lifted his head.

"Did that feel alright?" he asked.

She didn't reply, she just smiled at him. He touched her gently, as if she would be made of glass, and when his thumb circled over her swollen clit, she shattered, wave after wave of pleasure pulsing through her. He held her through it, feeling the growing need to protect her from anyone who would ever try to harm her. He would kill anyone who would try.

"Flora? Are you ready?"

She nodded.

"I'm yours."

He kissed her before entering her slowly and gently, holding himself up on his elbows. He whispered in her ear how beautiful and perfect she was while marveling at how wet and ready she was for him, how tightly she surrounded him, and how good she felt. She shifted beneath him, adjusting to his size.

"Are you alright?" he asked and she nodded.

When he began moving, she wrapped her legs around him, snapping her hips up to meet his. They moved together, two bodies made one flesh. In that moment he understood something. He wasn't alone anymore. She truly was his now, he could feel it. She had given herself to him. She had chosen him. She belonged to him. And he belonged to her. She was the only woman he wanted.