Chapter Eight

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Isabelle's POV

Klaus owns a large black SUV similar to the one that hit me. I try not to think about that when he politely opens the passenger side door for me. I hesitate before getting into the car. I know that I should be angry at Klaus, he is responsible for me getting hurt, but I'm not at all.

"Love, what is wrong?" he asked.

"I do have my drivers license, so maybe I should be the one to open the door for you," I joke.

"One, a gentleman never allows a lady to open a door for him and two, I'm a hybrid, so I may survive that ride, but you darling..." he smirks.

"Haha," I say and then get into the car. Quickly at full vampire speed he zooms over to the driver's side, gets in, starts the car, then we're off. After a few minutes, I start to notice that we are not driving in the direction of Mystic Falls High School.

"Hey, where are we going?" I asked sitting up.

"Hey to yourself," Klaus said, but he was smiling, "Your aunt and your sister agreed after a lot of convincing that since you are a star student you deserve a day off."

"That's now what it sounded like this morning," I snorted.

"Did you just snort?" He was still grinning. Weird. Its like watching a snake smile, a very nice snake.

"You think its cute," I said defensively, crossing my arms over my chest.

"If you say so," he said.

"So if you are not taking me to school then where are we going?" I wondered.

"Wherever you like. Paris, Rome, Sicily, Sydney..." he trails off. I gaze over at him at his thick yet short, curly blond hair, and it turns out that I was wrong about his eyes. There a rare shade of hazel, blue green eyes.

I cleared my throat when he caught me starring at him. He looked pleased. I wondered if he ever marvels at my beauty. Probably not. I'm not that pretty.

"I'm pretty sure that Elena or Aunt Jessa would kill me if we left the state much less the country," I smiled.

"I could compel them to not care about it," Klaus said half teasing half serious.

"School is important Klaus. Once I graduate, we can do whatever you want," I said regretting my words. What does the feared Klaus Mikaelson really desire?

"Be careful, dear. I might want more than you're willing to give," he said gazing deeply into my eyes until he found my soul making a shiver run down my spine. He gently brushed a hand along my cheeks down to my neck before stopping. I wondered why he stopped, but it was probably a good thing.

I've never been physical with a boy before. I'm still a virgin. I wonder how we are going to figure that out. Who gets to take my bloody innocence?

"There is somewhere I've always wanted to go, but have never actually been," I confessed picking my nails. I was having a hard time meeting his eyes, nervous about what I was going to say next.

"Where would that be, love?" he gently grasped my hands to stop me from picking them while keeping his eyes on the road of course. "You don't have to be nervous and shy around me. I'll never judge you about what you have to say."

"I'm afraid of heights," I said, "but I've always wondered what the view looked like. I mean I've seen pictures on the internet yet I want to see it for myself."

He chuckled.

"Hey, you promised that you wouldn't judge me!" my eyes widened.

"I'm not, you are just so adorable," he said, "I'll take you to the mountains. Don't worry. You have nothing to fear around me. I'll keep you safe."

"Do you call every girl you know 'love' or 'darling'?" I questioned him, changing the subject.

He hesitated as he did a U turn heading towards the Appalachian Mountains. They're about an hour and a half away. "I'm sure that after this conversation I won't do that anymore," he said answering my question without really answering it. "Why? Does it bug you?"

I didn't say anything. We literally just met each other, something I forgot during this conversation. The way he acted around me, teasing and loving, and the way I felt around him, comfortable, made it feel like we have known each other for years.

"I can call you something else if you'd like," he offered sounding suddenly desperate when I grew quiet. "Sweetheart? Baby? Gorgeous? But know that regardless of the way I talk to other women, nobody is as precious to me as you are."

I have to admit, those words and the way he said ahhhhh! I was melting. Now, what do I say? Nothing I have to say is going to sound nearly as alluring as what he just said. Well, I have to say something. He is waiting. "Um...how about you call me...I don't know..." I huffed.

"How about angel?" he suggested, "I don't think that I've ever called anybody angel before, but its been a long time."

"Maybe I should be disturbed that I am dating an old man," I kidded.

Uh. Oh. I didn't mean to upset him, but it looks like I've hit a nerve. "Does my age upset you, my angel?" he said using my nickname that he had picked out just for me for the first time.

"No it doesn't, sexy," I retorted throwing him off guard.

He looked behind him. We were on a long country road in the middle of nowhere surrounded by a very lush and green forest. Once he made sure nobody was behind us, he leaned over towards me pulling me to him. We were so close that our lips almost touched. I could feel his warm breath on my neck. It was the first time, in a long time, that I felt safe like nothing could ever hurt me. In his arms.

"As much as I love that nickname, my precious angel, I don't think it would be very wise to call me that. I am a man after all," he said. Goosebumps formed on my arms, but it wasn't because I was cold. I wanted him badly, but we weren't ready for that yet. At least, I wasn't.

"I'll stick with Klaus then. I've always liked it. It is very unique," I said totally killing the mood without meaning too.

He gently placed me back down on my seat as if I were as fragile as a porcelain doll. Which I am not. "I like it when you say my name, but I think I would like it better if you moaned it," he said before pulling off the road and parking the car.

He grabbed me for real this time and placed me on his lap. I was looking down at him wondering what he was going to do, but trusting him nonetheless. I only hoped that he got whatever he wanted to say out of the way because sitting on him like them ignited sparks inside of my stomach, made me wet er down there, and uncomfortable.

"I can smell you. You are aroused," he spoke in a slower, rougher more seductive tone. This was his wolf side coming out. "Its okay I know you aren't ready for that yet, but I can still give you the release you desire."

"Please," I pleaded hating how desperate I sounded while also wondering what he meant by release. An orgasm? That sounds lovely right about now. Not like I would know what one feels like.

"Shhh," he placed a finger on my lips, "you don't have to beg. I'll give you whatever you want."

I've never felt this way around a boy before, so frustrated. It must be the soul mate bond. Answering my prayers, he began to kiss me. It was the first time a boy has ever kissed me. My first kiss.

Then moving down lower, he began to take my pants off, kissing in between my thighs. I was getting a little wet. "What are you doing?" I asked.

"You'll see," he smirked. Then he tore my underwear and two. When he caught sight of the look on my face, he shrugged and said, "I can buy you some more love."

Then he had his face in between my folds. He opened his mouth, and as his hot breath hit my pussy, I was shivering and gasping. "Its okay," he reassured me, "I'll make you feel good." Then he slapped my ass. At first it hurt, but then it made everything down there hotter, more desperate.

"Keep going," I begged.

He continued giving me a whooping until I almost game. "Gah," I complained. Then he tongue was inside of me, slithering in between my folds.

He began to lick me, deep and hard until I was screaming coming hard into his mouth. He drank me dry, slurping on my juices.

He made a content sound in the back of his throat. "You taste good," he said, "I think I want more."

Then he continued the sweet, satisfying torture until my bones were made of jelly. I felt looser, more comfortable. I hadn't noticed how tense I had become down there. Although now I was satisfied, I couldn't help but wonder what the real sex would be like. How much longer can I wait?