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Part 13

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Kol observed Dafne who was just pouring herself some more wine. She was in the library by herself and if he wasn't mistaken, she wasn't happy. Well, she had just witnessed Elijah courting another woman. A beautiful noblewoman. Kol still didn't fully understand their arrangement, but he knew that Elijah had bedded Dafne. Yet Kol had never seen him courting her. Perhaps she was simply a convenient thing for Elijah to use when he felt like it.

Her life was linked to his after all and she did serve him in every possible way. She was like a faithful little pet. For some reason Kol found the thought very irritating. He should have never given her to Elijah. As much as he wanted to deny it, she meant something to him. He had no idea how that had happened, but it didn't really matter. He wanted her and he was going to finally have her, no matter who she belonged to. This seemed to be a perfect opportunity.

"Hello, darling," he greeted her as he entered the library.

She stood up and curtsied.

"My lord."

"Oh come on now," he hummed. "As I have said several times, you can call me Kol."

"Thank you, my lord, but as I have told you, that would be inappropriate."

"Says who?" he asked.

"I am your brother's servant," she replied simply.

"Hmm. I would say that you are a little more than that."

She looked calm, as usual, but he noticed her body tensing.

"Is there something you need, my lord?" she asked.

"Well… Actually I was hoping to join you. I could use some wine right now."

"You did not enjoy the celebration?"

"Not really."

Nik was throwing another boring celebration; most of the guests were humans. Including the noblewoman Elijah fancied. Kol wondered was he the only one who had noticed how much she looked like Tatia. Brown hair, brown eyes, pretty face, nice bosom… Kol had noticed that all the women Elijah had shown interest toward had more or less matched that description. All of them except Dafne.

There was no resemblance between her and Tatia. Dafne was blonde, she had dark green eyes and a petite body structure. Her bosom was modest, but that didn't make her any less womanly. She was beautiful. Silently she poured some wine for him and handed him the silver goblet.

"Thank you."

"You are welcome, my lord."

They both sat at the table, there were papers lying all over it.

"I should continue my work," she stated after a moment of silence.

"Come on," he hummed. "It's late, you deserve to relax. Did you not have fun in the celebration?"

Again he noticed her tensing.

"Yes, of course. I simply wanted a moment by myself."

"I understand what you mean; those people were boring as hell."

He was pleased to see that she smiled.

"That was not a very polite thing to say, my lord."

"Well, sometimes truth hurts. Would you agree?"

"Yes, I suppose you are right."

They were both quiet as she emptied her goblet and poured herself some more. He noticed something as he observed her face. She was miserable. It had been 37 years since Elijah had brought her back from the death and she had stayed with him ever since. Her appearance hadn't changed, but something else had. Kol had seen the same thing happening to some vampires, they couldn't handle the immortality.

"Do you wish to feed, my lord?" she asked after finishing her second goblet. "Is that why you are here?"

"No," he replied. "I think you know why I am here."

She tensed again.

"My lord…"

Kol was done talking; he was on his feet a second later, his chair sliding behind him. He swept her into his arms, his mouth descending to hers, hot and hungry as he kissed her deeply. She tasted so much better than he had ever imagined. All he wanted was to finally have her. He slipped his tongue into her mouth, enjoying the sweet taste of her as he held her crushed against his chest. Yet he was aware that she would start fighting him off soon and he would have to stop.

To his surprise, that didn't happen. Instead he found her kissing him back. That was most certainly a pleasant surprise. Slowly he slid his hands down her back and cupped her firm bottom. She wrapped her arms around his neck as he lifted her slightly off the floor and pressed her against his waist. He was turned on; she felt that before he lifted her on the edge of the table. She was gasping for air as he finally released her mouth and started to kiss and suck the delicate skin of her throat.

"Kol…" she panted.

That was all she said and he most definitely wanted to hear her saying his name again. No, not saying, he wanted to hear her crying it out in ecstasy. He wanted to hear her moaning, see her losing control. Roughly he ripped her dress off, eager to see all of her. She made no protest and he most certainly wasn't disappointed. Her body was absolutely gorgeous. He claimed her mouth again as his hand cupped her breast, rubbing her nipple, causing it to harden beneath his touch.

She moaned in his mouth and her hands were trying to lift his tunic. He took it off with one quick motion before he closed his mouth around her other breast and started to suck and nip it. Hearing her soft moans turned him on even more; he took a hold of her knickers and slid them down her legs before pushing them open. She gasped loudly as his fingers touched her core. She was already wet, that was another pleasant surprise. Her scent was more than alluring, he was eager to taste her.

Quite roughly he pushed her on her back and lifted her leg over his shoulder, kissing her knee and her inner thigh before reaching the softness between her legs. She tasted even better than he had imagined, it didn't take him long to make her squirm and whimper in pleasure. The sounds she let out were like music to his ears, he kept torturing her with his mouth and fingers until he felt her muscles flexing and heard her crying out his name.

She was panting and shaking, still flying somewhere high as slammed into her tight wetness. The feeling was incredible, her tight walls felt amazing. He wanted more; he wanted to claim her completely. She cried out as he thrust deeper inside her core. He looked at her face, wanting to make sure that her cries were caused by pleasure, not pain. No, she wasn't feeling any pain.

He pushed inside her again, again and again. She was moaning and panting beneath him, he groaned as she lifted her hips higher, surrendering her body to him completely. He had never felt anything like this. Being inside her was pure ecstasy. More, he needed more. His thrusts were becoming rougher and deeper; all his self control was gone. The moment lasted forever, but still it was over too soon. He collapsed on top of her, feeling nothing but perfect contentment. Her skin felt hot and sweaty, her cheeks were flushed and she was breathing heavily. He kissed her neck, inhaling her sweet scent.

"Are you alright?" he murmured after he was able to form words.

She didn't say anything, but he felt her nodding. In that moment he realized something. He was in love with her. No, that couldn't be possible… Yet it was. Son of a bitch… How the hell had this happened?