Chapter 4:

His heart stopped pumping when she stepped into the room, removing the chiffon cloth that wrapped around her shoulders. Usually, he could suppress the way she made him feel but he stopped dead in his conversation to look at her. Their eyes met. She blushed. He smirked. Passion overrode his common sense to the point he was asking her to dance. She searched for spying eyes, found none and obliged elegantly.

"You can't seem to follow the rules." She said quietly, moving to the music with a pleased look on her face. She liked that he didn't follow the secret relationship manual.

Klaus laughed, "I can't help myself." He spun her around then pulled her to his chest. "How much longer until I can sweep you away?" His face was pouty and needy.

"Twenty minutes and I'm all yours." She promised, "Now I have to dance with my brother." She smiled to herself while she walked towards her brother. He watched after her with a smug look plastered on her face. If they were normal, they could run away to his bedroom in that moment and not think about the guest they were leaving behind. The women would wish they were as lucky as Elena because she had a man that couldn't resist her and the men would certainly claim that he was whipped.

"What was that?" Jeremy asked with a stern look on his face, "Matt told me he was talking to you at The Grill… and now he's making you dance with him? What's going on?"

Elena rolled her eyes, "It's nothing. It's just Silas stuff."

"And he goes to you?" Jeremy put his hands up, "Look at me, my beautiful sister wants to dance and I'm running my mouth about a guy that's not even worth my breath."

She didn't respond. She didn't even speak while she and Jeremy danced. She found herself thinking of what Jeremy would do if he ever found out about her affair. He would hate her- he would find her disgusting and just as bad as Klaus. The part of her that cared about how her brother felt…what he would say, do, think weighed heavily on her chest but the part of her that couldn't resist Klaus was driving her completely crazy.

When the siblings parted, she said "You're leaving already?"

"This party's a drag, Elena." He smirked, "Matt and I are going to hang out."

Typically, she would give some mom advice but she didn't want him there. In fact, she wished that none of her friends were there. She looked over towards Klaus, winked before sneaking away into the back of the mansion after Jeremy left.

She unzipped her dress, letting it drop to his bedroom floor with a mild thump. Her body was able to breathe a little before he walked into the room. "Hope you didn't think you could start without me." He grinned as he picked her to the point she had to lean her head down to kiss him. Her fingers gripped the back of his hair with a lot of strength when he pushed her up against his wall.

Their tongues moved against each other with seductive want. Their bodies creating the all too familiar heat. He pulled her off the wall and laid her on his bed. He crawled over her, kissing her neck- tickling her skin with his kisses. His chest seemed to push down on her while they increased their passion. Her hands pulled off his tuxedo jacket and tossed it to the floor. His forehead pressed against her own when she wrapped her leg around his calf, the fabric from the sheer tights rubbing against his skin. He'd never seen a woman wear a corset so well, especially when it was being used the way it was intended to. Its satin material gliding up and down his chest as he started to unclip the garter belt. She gasped as he sunk down her body, pulling down the tights with his teeth one by one. Klaus did something she wasn't expecting, he bit her.

His hybrid fangs plunged deep in her thigh, injecting her with his lethal venom. It stung, burned even. She closed her eyes though because the way he did it gave her so much pleasure. A loud moan pushed through her lips. His blood stained lips met her neck again once he removed his white shirt. He extended his neck out to her, which she gladly latched onto. She hated the way taking blood made her feel- completely aroused. In the case, it was harmless. There wouldn't be any fatalities from her mindless pleasure. She knew she didn't need much from him and she wanted to get to the main experience. She released him, kissing the two marks on his neck that were already healing.

She pushed his chest with her hand, causing him to sit up. She looked at him the entire time she removed the corset. He desperately tried to keep eye contact but he kept slipping. "Lover, you're getting distracted."

"I don't think I am." Klaus chuckled, "Come here." Their bare chests were pushed against one another's chests. "We keep avoiding the conversation that involves explaining what this is." Really? She sighed and moaned as he pressed his member against her.

"What do you want me to say?"

"This is not just sex."

"It's not just sex." He believed her when she said it. How could it be just sex? If it happened one time, it would've been just sex. But this was multiple times, each sensual moment more intimate than the other. They'd be fools to say it was just sex. "I promise you that."

"If it's not just sex-"

"Klaus..." She smiled sweetly, "I swear we can have this conversation later but right now, I need you in ways I'm too modest to describe." His lips assaulted her mouth, shoving her back into the pillows. He tore off the rest of the clothes between them. Her back arched when he pushed himself in between her legs. His movement reminded her of the steady rhythm of the ocean. She could close her eyes and sway with him because they were relentlessly connected.

Their rough breaths, heavy moans and Elena's muffled screams filled his bedroom. She called out his name, wanting to say it louder than a whisper but his hand came over her mouth when things got out of hand. "We have guests downstairs, love." He would remind her- that didn't mean she wasn't driving him crazy with her love sounds. Klaus was a hypocrite though. He was just as bad as her when it came to control.

He would groan loudly, breath into her ears which made her more excited. At one point she told him, "I don't care." They reached their climax quickly then they laid in silence. One time he opened his mouth but she shushed him. She knew what he wanted to talk about but she wasn't composed enough to have that conversation. A few moments passed before she could begin to talk to him, "We can't go public…it's just not an option with everything going on. That doesn't mean that going public won't ever happen. We could sit around and pretend its only sex…or arrange something like no strings attached but we both know that never works out the way it's planned. If we're assigning titles I assume you are my secret boyfriend."

"I don't like the word boyfriend. I'm far from a boy." He told her, "But I agree with the secrecy. It's not the right time. That's a rational decision."

"Secret lover, secret significant other, secret-" She cut herself off, "We're just each other's secret."