Chapter Nineteen

Baby, you're all I need
Come now, set me free
Like a wildfire, like a wildfire
Breathless, I can't resist
Melt with your scarlet kiss
Like a wildfire, like a wildfire…

—Wildfire by Demi Lovato

'Elijah?'

'Hmm.'

'Are you sleeping?'

'Hmm.'

'How can you sleep?' Elena pressed herself more snugly against him beneath the sheets. As expected, his arms tightened around her as if he could make her a part of him just by holding her.

'You want a go at me again, lovely Elena? I must confess—I hadn't taken you for a nymphomaniac.' She shrieked and managed to sneak in a couple of sharp jabs of her elbow.

'It wasn't me who couldn't even wait to be in the bedroom and had me naked in the kitchen,' Elena said as he rolled them over the bed, tangling in the sheets.

'Well, try being cooped up all day in boardrooms with daydreams of your naked body wrapped around me,' he murmured as his lips tasted her collarbone and his fingers traced the pink puckered nipples.

'Who's being the nymphomaniac now?' she huffed and was promptly silenced by his mouth moving on hers.

Days saw her flitting throughout the manor and the grounds. Evenings celebrated when she sat waiting for him on the steps of his home. Nights rejoiced in their sighs and moans.

Elijah liked the way she held him in her sleep—her arms thrown across him, her legs entwined with his. He liked the way her fingers curved over his heart. He loved when she sleepily searched for him in the mornings when he left the bed early. He couldn't name the emotion that threatened to make his eyes water when he saw her cooking for him in the kitchen.

Every moment that Elena spent with him was a dream that he'd seen so long ago, a dream that had made his heart ache for things he'd thought he'd never have. Somehow, fate had smiled on Elijah Mikaelson after a very long time and had decided that he too deserved few smiles and good memories in his life.

He loomed over her, his eyes memorizing every tiny detail of her face. From the tiny scar near her hairline to the beauty spot at the edge of her jaw—he paid homage to each feature with kisses that whispered about love and nothing else.

She wrapped her long slender limbs around his waist, her hands roaming over his chest and coming too close to his erection.

Minx!

She was teasing him.

'Elena,' he warned.

'It's only fair, Elijah,' she purred. 'All those days when I tossed and turned in my bed, my body begged for your touch, but I didn't see you being a Good Samaritan and relieving me of the constant state of arousal that I was in.'

His eyes darkened with lust. He was probably imagining her pleasuring herself.

'I used to touch myself and imagine it was you.'

He was on her mouth in a heartbeat.

There was no finesse in the bite that Prince Mikaelson left on Elena Gilbert's lip.

His teeth pulled her lower lip into his mouth and he sucked it viciously, with savage intensity. When his mouth descended to leave a small bite on her collar bone, her lip was already swollen.

She marked him with the same feverish urgency as he did. Crescent marks on his back that had broken skin, a hickey already blooming on the side of his throat—she was just as mad with animal lust as he was.

He was about to suckle on her breasts when the phone rang.

'Don't pick it up,' she barked.

He smiled at her commanding tone. She would make a fine princess.

'As you wish, your highness.'

He found himself beneath her after his moment of distraction had passed.

Cunning woman.

She was sitting astride him, her hands braced on his chest and her lips curved in a mischievous smile.

'So, women must offer themselves to you regularly, Prince Mikaelson.'

'I don't want anyone,' he said seriously. Who needed other women when one had Elena Gilbert?

'You better not, Prince Mikaelson,' she said darkly as she slithered down on his body. 'If I find you even looking at another woman, I will kill her.'

Her hand touched his erection softly, a contrast to her jealous words.

'Same goes for you, lovely Elena,' he retorted. 'No other man for you but me.'

'As you wish, Prince Mikaelson.'

She kissed the tip of his erection.

His fingers fisted in sheets. Elena was a hellion in bed. The first time they'd made love after their mutual confession, they'd not even made it to the bedroom. He'd taken her on the table itself.

'Are you enjoying the show, Prince Mikaelson?' she asked innocently as she released him from her wet hot mouth.

He could do nothing but grunt.

Elena loved to make him incoherent with need.

And he enjoyed the apparent possession that she exhibited on him. Belonging to her was a novelty that he didn't think he would ever grow tired of.

'Do you like it when I suck you off, Elijah?'

He didn't think he could verbally answer her.

'I love your cock,' she said. 'I love it when you come apart in my mouth with my name on your lips. I love it when you're so out of your mind that you take me against the front door, not caring about propriety.'

She licked him from base to tip.

'I love it when you wake me up with kisses in the morning.'

She suckled the tip like a lollipop. All he wanted was to thrust in that wet heat. The pressure was mounting and his need was unbearable.

'So, you like it when I suck you off, Elijah,' she repeated.

He was about to answer her when the quiet knock on their bedroom door made him swear rather violently.

'The Grand Duke of Luxembourg is here with his entourage, your highness,' the scared voice said from the other side of the door.

'Tell him I'm not here,' he spat as he hauled Elena on top of him. She giggled quietly at his frantic touches.

'Pardon me, your highness, but he says he won't depart from here until he sees you in person,' the servant stuttered.

'Then tell him to fucking wait,' Elijah growled. 'I'll be down when I'm done fucking my princess.'

Elena was sure the poor man had run away in fear and mortification.

'Your princess?'

'That's what you'll officially be, but as far as I'm concerned—you've always been that. From the first damn day my eyes met yours.'

'So, you think you can control yourself enough to meet the Grand Duke?'

'Control? I'm not budging from this bed till I pay you back for every word you tortured me with…'

Damon had been waiting from past two hours.

When Elijah's private secretary had come back to deliver his master's message in stuttering words and with a blushing face—Damon had wanted to wring the man's neck.

He had never been disrespected in this fashion before.

He was the ruler of a fucking country and yet Elijah had reduced him to wait for him like a bloody commoner. It seemed as if Elijah needed to be reminded that his title was just customary.

If not for Elena's whereabouts, he would've never bothered with Mikaelson brothers again. But Elena had vanished after she'd attended her parents' party with Kol, and his security team had been unable to trace her since then.

Kol was cutting a swath through racing circuits of Europe but Elena was nowhere to be found.

So, where had she gone?

The gentle laughter broke his thought process and he turned to see who had dared to disturb him without permission.

What the fuck was Elena doing in a robe in Elijah's manor?

Most importantly, why was she smiling at Elijah as if the sun rose and set with him?