In a daze she leaned over and unlocked the trunks door. He climbed in and shut the door. He made sure he glared. "What the hell are you doing out here in the middle of nowhere by yourself? And on top of that you're shivering." He mentally groaned as he saw what she was wearing.
"I came to talk to you, you big bully and now I don't want to." She looked away and snuggled back into the blankets. "I was getting ready to leave, when I saw you on the steps talking to Klaus." He heard her gasp and smiled as she cursed. "I heard everything. Do you really mean what you said back there?" He looked down at her with raw emotions flashing in his dark eyes.
Elena leaned up and smiled at him. "Yes." That was it that one word snapped his control and at the same time pulling Elena into his arms. His mouth came down on hers, rough and brutal. He thrust his tongue into her mouth, and instead of resisting, she played her tongue along his, learning his taste.
He pushed his hands on her bare shoulders and ripped away the tank top and bra. She gasped as he licked her neck in one long stroke. She licked and nibbled his neck, tasting the masculine taste of his sweaty skin.
Deep down she knew this was bad, but she loved him and for once, she was going to listen to her heart. All that mattered was Elijah touching her, loving her, needing her.
He nipped her, and when she gasped, he bit harder. She removed his clothes, so that they were only clad in their underwear.
He looked up at her, his eyes a heated brown. He slid his hands from her hips up to her waist to her breasts, his thumbs caressing her nipples. Elena gasped at the sensations plunged her body into a volcano of need. "You are beautiful." His voice was thick and low his accent deepening.
He leaned forward and kissed her abdomen, warming her skin with his breath. His fingers nestled in tight curls, causing her to gasp, her body tightening. The need was building. Her hips arched as his finger dipped lower with a long, caressing stroke.
"Elijah." She whispered.
He smirked as he dipped his tongue to the part of her that ached to be touched. He licked her, rubbing the little nub of skin, his tongue expertly understanding how to make the rasping feel she craved without knowing she craved it.
They were caught in this madness together, she and he, magic that swirled around them and pulled them to each other.
She wanted to scream. It was building; she could feel it in her lungs.
A car drove by, making her gasp and move from him. She looked back at him and gasped. He was smirking, his eyes hot and animal-like. Passion stamped an erotic sensuality into the perfection of his masculine features. He was no boy, but a dangerous, powerful being, yet she saw his vulnerability.