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Chapter Seven

Tied to a sallow heart
Why does he want to bring me where he goes?
Oh and to find out the reasons why
It's enough to make you wanna try for one last night

Ghosts and silhouettes
They take a piece of me, they want it all
Oh but to wait in an empty room
With the feeling that it's closing in…..

-One last night by Vaults

It had been surprising to see Elena downing glass after glass of whiskey, wine, bourbon; anything she could get her hands on. From what he had deduced about her personality, she seemed like a controlled individual. So imagine his surprise when he had spied her losing her inhibitions. Maybe he was wrong but there was a bleakness around her that resonated with his.

Fucking Bennett. She had known before starting the affair that child or love wasn't part of the equation. And he wasn't supposed to deny when a women propositioned first. It wasn't his goddamned mistake when his brother's wife had been inviting him with her thighs wide open.

Anger was the only thing that his mind registered, so he didn't notice when it spilled in his question. And the wise crack about forgetting ex-lover was out before his brain consciously registered it.

She had gone white. And he knew his supposition had hit the mark. It was another thing all together that he didn't like the image of her and another man that his mind conjured. He saw as she slowly reeled her obvious tells beneath the cloak of sarcasm and inebriety. He had seen a look like that once before, he just couldn't remember on whom.

'Love is such an inconvenience, isn't it Elijah?' she sounded so forlorn and for a moment he forgot all about Bonnie and the fetus.

'Well in my highly valued opinion things like love don't exist. They are just bogus rumors by commercial profit earning conglomerates.' He deadpanned.

For a moment she looked at him as if he had grown antlers, which was quite disconcerting and then she started to laugh. He liked her laugh.

'You will scare off Disney people with opinions like that your highness. I had heard the rumors that they were planning to offer you the role of Prince Charming.'

'Charming?' his mouth curled in derision, 'I would make an awesome villain.' He exclaimed.

'Listen to you talking about being a villain. Such conviction, Your Highness. Have you done many villainous things to deserve the title say like kidnapping a maiden or plotting to overthrow the king?' her face was duly serious but her eyes twinkled.

'Not on the lines of what you say. But yes I have done things that make me stand far off from Charming.' His eyes had faraway look, as if he was relieving a piece of his past that he had quietly not forgotten.

'Oh hell. I am sorry if I made you remember something you don't want to.' Her playfulness was gone, leaving a surprisingly sober Elena behind.

'Rest assured darling, I don't rue what I have done to be what I am.' His smile was ferocious, brutal in its beauty.

And in that moment Elena understood that His Highness Prince Elijah Mikaelson was far more deadly in his cruelty than Damon Salvatore would ever be. This man had never felt remorse and by the looks of it he wasn't going to start now. He was likely to laugh in your face as he broke your heart in two.

But still this realization was not enough to stifle the painful rejection that had cut across her heart a long time ago. Here sitting with him, she could almost forget her humiliation at Damon's hand. She could almost forget that she was scared of sex. Maybe Elijah Mikaelson had that magnetism, that raw sexuality that loosened your inhibitions.

Here in this hazy grandeur filled with smoky music and grinding bodies, she wanted to court the danger, the thrill, and the rush that was Elijah Mikaelson. She would depart early in the morning tomorrow, not wanting to stay now that she knew Damon was here. So why not indulge herself. She knew his royal highness wanted to fuck her. So why not fuck him instead?

He could make her forget. Oh yes, he could make the memories go away, if only for a night.

He was looking at the bottom of his empty wineglass, staring as if the glass could reveal all the answers he couldn't find.

'So, you wanna fuck me Elijah?'

To say that Elijah Mikaelson was gobsmacked would be like proclaiming Damon was going to marry. It took him a moment to compose himself, to make sure that his jaw wasn't on the floor or his hair wasn't standing at the ends.

'Pardon me?'

'I said do you wanna fuck me your highness? You know have sex, make love, frolic, fornicate, dance in sheets, horizontal salsa?' She thought he was too royal to know what fuck meant?

'I know what fuck entails Elena. Might I enquire the reason behind your request?' his cock was standing at full attention. Damn why was he being polite again?

'Oh don't plead innocence Elijah. I know the way look at me.' now she turned completely in his direction, leaning in his personal space; her lips were inches from his own as she looked him in the eye, 'I know the way your eyes unclothe me, as if you would like to tumble me on next available flat surface. Why waste your time on wining and dining me?'

Then she took his bottom lips between her teeth and bit him sharply.

His Royal Highness Prince Elijah Mikaelson had been courted by experienced courtesans, he had fucked exquisite exotic beauties and yet a bite got in his head as nothing ever had.

Kol Mikaelson, Duke of Holstein was in a very good mood. His wife Bonnie may think that she was going to surprise him but he knew her secret. He knew her body better than his own. He knew each curve, each dimple, and every ounce of her weight. So when she had started to rush to bathroom in the early mornings and avoid certain food items with fervor, he had known. He had known with a certainty, a happiness that had come from deepest recess of his heart that he was going to be a father. Two years ago, he wouldn't have contemplated children let alone marriage, but then he had met Bonnie and he had fallen for her in a heartbeat.

He loved her, loved her with passion and tenderness that was going to last an eternity. No matter what people said, what Elijah said, love existed and it mattered.

When he came to stop before their bedchamber, his hands tightened their hold on the roses he was holding. Blush pink roses, they were Bonnie's favorite. She was going to be surprised that he knew. But then he loved her, who was he supposed to know better than her?

Elena didn't know how they had reached his room but now that they had, he had pinned her to the wall as he plundered her mouth. His kiss was as rough as his touch. His soft but firm lips moved ruthlessly over hers and his tongue probed her mouth, greedily drinking her essence in abandon.

She could feel his cock, aroused and throbbing through his dress slacks against her thigh. His hand fisted in her hair, as he tilted her head a bit more to nibble on her neck.

He tore her dress in his quest to get her naked. And then he feasted on her breasts.

Piercing, scrapping, licking, nipping; he made them throb and hurt in desire. She tried to undo the buttons of his shirt but tore them all in her haste to touch his skin. Her hands moved with tactile delight over the hard smooth planes of his chest. The heat from his skin warmed her from inside as craving was a languorous, sinuous affaire.

He relieved her of her flimsy lace panties, tearing them with his bare hands. She wrapped herself like a vine around him, absorbing his very spirit. He carried her to his bed and threw her on it. He was undressed in record time, divested of his clothing and then he came over her.

He was beautiful. All smooth planes and hard angles covered with skin of burnished honey. When she looked lower; well he was aptly endowed, a polite way to say that his cock was huge. She wasn't experienced but she wasn't a blushing virgin too. So she knew a thing or two about cocks. Not too much mind you, just enough to get by.

Then he started his journey to map every inch of her skin and she paid the favor in kind. Suckling, tasting, savoring, biting she left her mark on him as he marked her.

They were two bodies entwined tightly with each other, coiled where there was no beginning or end.

Then he reared up and when he plunged in her without warning, she arched from the bed. The sensations were too much. He was stretching her to the extent where a little pain heightened the pleasure. She had just grown accustomed to him inside her when he drew back and plunged again.

She moaned, a guttural sigh coming from deep inside her. His hands were busy in roaming her flesh and hers were scratching his back. He pinned her to the mattress as he pounded in her again and again, pleasure a building crescendo that rose higher and higher.

So when it crashed they came down with a shout, together. Panting with the exertion that passion had left in its flamboyant departure. After a moment he rolled on his side, taking her with him. He held her as they drifted to sleep, a first for Elijah Mikaelson as he had never taken part in intimacy after sex.

During the night they woke now and again and sated their desire. When morning came, she left his bed with dry eyes; left him sleeping as she disappeared, leaving no note in her wake.

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