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CHAP 18:
Leaning in I coaxed another kiss from Elijah. Moaning softly when his tongue traced my lower lip, before taking hold of it between his teeth and tugging gently. Elijah's mouth left mine and he trailed it down the underside of my jaw when his finger's tilted my head up and backward. Travelling down to my neck the combination of tongue, lips and teeth made my skin flush with heat. Goosebumps raced across my skin from the points of his canines as they trailed identical paths. Their sharp feather light trails down over my jaw were icy cold, contrasting deliciously with the increasing heat of my skin. Clinging to Elijah, my breathing quickened. I waited in anticipation for him to reach my neck. I wanted him to bite my neck. It wouldn't phase me. In fact I thought it perfectly normal. The memory of how amazing it had been when he'd last bit and drank from me, fuelling that view. But he never reached my neck. Despite our extremely close proximity Elijah stopped and felt as if he'd run a mile. I could feel his breath on my skin for a few long moments until he turned his head away and hung it down towards his chest. My bruising? I couldn't help but feel hurt. But I couldn't blame him either. He cleared his throat awkwardly.
"It's okay." I started quickly and stood up off his lap. "I get it." My tone was understanding. I did get it. Any time he'd see the bruising on my body it would be a guilt trip for him. At least he'd stopped ignoring me for a few moments and I knew what was going on inside his head. Elijah took a hold of my right hand and intertwined our fingers. His eyes had gone dark with pain again, but he looked at me instead of settling back into avoidance.
"You're amazing." He murmured. "Too amazing for your own good. Your concern for me when you are the victim is courageous. The intuitive understanding you possess is beyond possibility and it angers me. I am not angry with you, but with myself, because you are so forgiving. Beyond possibility."
"Do you need space?" I enquired. Elijah barked out a harsh laugh. "You're doing it again."
"Don't be stubborn. Just answer me." I coaxed softly.
"I don't know what I need."
"I think. I'll give you some space. At least until my bruising is gone. It seems to be troubling you more than I now." Elijah nodded slowly.
"Please," he asked. "Don't feel as though I'm pushing you away-."
"I don't. Well, I do. Because you are. But when you kill me, you'll have to remove yourself from anything you've ever felt regarding me. So I understand." I squeezed his hand. "I love you Elijah." I said sadly and kissed his cheek, before letting go of his hand and going back inside the house.
So this was it. I was going to die. It was odd to not be so accepting of the fact now. I perused the bookshelf before settling on an appealing title and set about getting comfortable on the lounge. It was easier said and done, because the furnishings seemed far too good to be practical. I was reluctant to leave any evidence of use on the beautifully made furniture. It all seemed far too good for me to use. Finally I walked out to where I'd left Elijah and asked if I could find a spot out on the grass somewhere. With his permission I walked out a fair way from the house. Turning back once to see Elijah gazing out at me. I gave him a small smile and settled in a nice spot of lush grass. Though I'd brought the book out to read, I found myself just looking up at the blue sky and watching the clouds pass by in many shapes and forms. It highlighted to me how out of touch I'd become before meeting Elijah. My life was rather robotic in Mystic Falls. Waking up, going to school, coming home and getting through the mountain of home work and assignments and going to sleep before doing it all again. My life hadn't been malleable in any way. There was no beauty from the unpredictable. I was just existing. I hadn't had a problem with it at the time. But now, I wouldn't want to go back to that. Elijah had been right. I wasn't living my life. I took stock in the fact that I'd at least done some living while I'd been with him. I couldn't remember the last time I'd had a decent laugh with another human. Sure I got along really well with Jenna and Jeremy, but I was always feeling like an outsider. They'd have great bouts of laughter which I just couldn't get in on, often because it was some inside joke. Elijah always being so open with me had seemed so much more interpersonal. I had found somewhere I belonged. Really belonged. It was with Elijah.
I wondered that if it really is, then do I want to become a vampire?I'd have to see Jer and Jenna dying, while I never would. Unless I stood in sunlight, or was staked. I mean, there was still the possibility to die. Immortality didn't particularly appeal to me. But, Elijah did. My mind was racing. Was this the solution? I'd already be dead, so Klaus couldn't use me.
"What are you thinking?" After a while Elijah's deep voice disturbed me from my manic thoughts and I jumped slightly. He sat down on my right side so that our legs were touching.
"Oh, nothing in particular." I replied casually, looking at Elijah who returned my nonchalance with a look that said "Likely story." As he raised an eyebrow. I took a deep breath and committed myself to what I was about to propose. I didn't want to show any hesitation, but I had only just come to this conclusion. "Would you to turn me?" Elijah's gaze became critical and his eyes looked back and forth between my own.
"You're serious?" He asked for confirmation with a hint of surprise.
"Quite."
"Might I ask why you'd be open to that life?"
"Well. If I'm dead Klaus can't use me in the sacrifice, correct?"
"That is correct."
"So. That being the priority, means that everyone wins. Everyone is safe from Klaus. Relatively. Providing he doesn't find a way to unbind himself without a doppleganger. And you don't have to kill me." Elijah's expression turned grim.
"Klaus is not a forgiving being. If you were to turn. Especially knowing what your existence pertains to. He will continue to hunt you down. Keeping you safe for a human's lifespan is possible. But if you were to extend that life, Klaus will catch up to you at some point. The other doppleganger who turned and has been on the run ever since? She is continuously having to look over her shoulder everywhere she goes. Eventually she will have been everywhere across the globe and any number of Klaus' followers will know of her existence and where she's been. She will have left some resemblance of a pattern in her whereabouts and she, will. Be. Found. Klaus is vindictive. And when he does get his hands on her, he will indulge in his tortures. That is not the life I want for you. I also would not want you to make such a decision, for it is your choice, on a whim." I sighed.
"Fair enough. While the possibility of becoming a vampire has only just come to head. I would not have voiced it to you if it was just a passing fancy. It makes sense to me. But I understand what you're saying." He doesn't want to turn me. I was disappointed, but not as hurt as I thought I would be. It's not like I'm a needy person and I felt as though he didn't want to spend the rest of his life with me. That's a huge commitment. Maybe he could live without me. I wasn't something he treasured after all. I also felt a bit stupid at him thinking that my idea wasn't the solution. But there truly was, so much I didn't know. From Elijah's view. Klaus was someone you shouldn't cross. Yet he'd done so many times. I wondered what life was like for him. Wether he was constantly running as well. It irked me to think of Klaus avenging his lost cause at Elijah terminating the last doppleganger. Maybe Elijah wasn't concerned by losing me, because he would arrive at a similar fate? But originals can't be killed, so that can't possibly be the case. There was obviously bad blood between Elijah and Klaus already. But by the sounds of Klaus' character, he would find some justification for my death. When I thought about it like that, it was almost a romantic notion of honour towards my memory. If only.
"I respect your acceptance of life as a vampire. It means a great deal to me that you are not phased by, nor detest my existence. But you are also uninformed. You know a great deal. But the more personal aspects aren't often divulged. They are a rude shock when returning to life as a fledgling vampire." Elijah's honest tone restored some faith in me that he was putting me before himself.
"Perhaps you can enlighten me, before my end?"
"Perhaps. But not today." He raised his right arm above his head and settled his hand beneath the beck of his head as he lay back next to me.
"Okay." I turned onto my side towards him and cautiously let my arm find it's way across his torso. He didn't tense up or any other actions of avoidance. He seemed content. We lay there for quite some time, before my curiosity finally enticed me to speak. "Elijah?"
"Mmm?"
"You remember how I told you I drank-. Well, he made me. I drank Klaus's blood?" I mumbled quickly.
"Yes." There was tension in his voice. But I had to know, so I pressed on. I cleared my throat nervously.
"Well. It had a certain affect on me. Similar to your blood. You said we were blood bound. But Klaus' blood, it-. I don't even want to acknowledge it. But I'm sure you know what I'm referring to. What I want to know is why. I thought it was only with you that I would have certain reactions to the exchange of our blood." I rushed out. Holding my breath I waited for Elijah's response. To his credit he didn't change his demeanour. But he was gravely angered by what I had told him. I nearly removed my arm from him. He seemed to be simmering with anger just beneath the surface, though he continued to appear relaxed.
"It comes down to DNA." He said stiffly. "Klaus has certain similarities to me within his DNA, because we are brothers. Half brothers." He stipulated. "So while not all aspects of his blood would cause any reaction from you. There is enough similar qualities to that of my own, that without conscious thought you would have recognised Klaus' blood as my own."
"Does Klaus have any blood bound reaction to me?"
"No." I breathed a sigh of relief.
"Good to know he's just sadistic then." I said sarcastically with a hint of humour. Elijah chuckled softly.
"That's one way to look at it." I looked up at his face and he was smiling. I returned it. He seemed to be relatively normal again. I turned toward him more and shifted onto my stomach, pushing myself up off the ground to rest on my elbows and forearms.
"Can you do me a favour?"
"For you? Anything." He gently beamed.
"Careful, you might get yourself into trouble with that sort of dedication." I said teasingly, before laughing. I toned down the humour and spoke softly. "When you end me. Don't do it suddenly or anything. I want to know what my last moments are with you." I smiled and looked at him lovingly.
"Surprises are overrated hmm?" He smirked a little.
"Very." I nodded and laughed again. Elijah joined in with his deep warm chuckle.
We spent the day out on the grass. Sometimes in flowing conversation, sometimes in comfortable silence. Elijah seemed to have changed from wanting to distance himself from me to wanting to spend any and every second of our time left, with me. While with my first boyfriend there were many times where I'd felt suffocated. There was none of that with Elijah. It wasn't that Matt had been clingy. It was more that I was an independent person who needed their space. With Elijah the atmosphere was completely different. We were truly a unit. He didn't hamper my individuality or independence. At least not now. When he'd forced me into domestic life with him, that was restrictive to my independence. But that was in the past as far as I was concerned.
When night fell we went inside and I looked through the fridge and cupboards to see what I might eat for dinner. Elijah had wanted to cook for me but I sent him off to shower instead then settled on scrambled eggs. Casual thoughts of him in the shower wandered into my mind and I had to really concentrate on cooking. What is wrong with me? Why am I suddenly so interested? I've allowed myself to be honest and open with the man for nearly 24hrs and I'm already thinking of taking things further? Geeze! When Elijah returned I was cooking the eggs on the stove. He made his presence known by creeping up and hugging me from behind. I couldn't help but jump. His forearms closed across my abdomen and drew me as close as possible to him. For a moment I nearly lost my train of thought, knowing that the distinctly male part of his body was against my lower back. My cheeks flushed and I cast the thought aside. At the same time he'd casually manoeuvred his neck so that his right cheek came into contact with my own.
"Good morning." He greeted in jest before his head turned into the side of my face to kiss my cheek.
"Funny." I replied and turned my head to smile back at him. "How are you?" Elijah sighed almost impatiently. "I know, I know! Stop caring Elena and all that. I can't help it." I shrugged.
"I know. It seems an impossible aspect of your character for you to not be compassionate." Came his deep voice.
"It's a polar opposite kind of thing. You either hate it or love it. Nothing in between."
"Obviously I love it, as I do you. But not at this time." I blushed and turned my head back to the cooking eggs. Turning off the stove top before Elijah spoke again. "Are you uncomfortable with those words?" I bit my bottom lip as I formed my reply.
"I'm not uncomfortable per se. After all I said them to you earlier-."
"I remember." He said almost gloatingly. I laughed. Goosebumps pricked me as each warm breath of his warmed and then left the skin on my neck freezing cold in it's absence.
"It's just-. Don't get me wrong! I don't regret it." I said hurriedly, turning in the circle of his arms so that the lengths of our bodies moulded against each other and I looked up into his eyes. I could feel the soft mass atop his legs pressed intimately against my right hip. Mmm. Stop sexuallising the man! "It's just," I broke eye contact, looking down at Elijah's chest before settling my hands on his upper arms, then continuing. "It's all so foreign. I'd go so far as to say at times I'm drowning in a flood of emotion. Yours and mine. But it's a good drowning. If that makes sense? It's really unsettling-," I moved my right arm to place my palm atop my left breast. "-this ache in my chest while it feels so light. Vulnerable." I finished awkwardly, frowning. Elijah's right hand came up beneath my chin and titled my head to look at him and he searched my eyes. After a few moments he released my chin, moved his face forward and kissed my forehead.
"I know." He began proudly. As he drew his head back away from my forehead and joined our gazes."I know you don't regret telling me." He continued gravelly, his eyes seemed to twinkle and I smiled softly. "But I must ask. Who are you and what have you done with Elena? The Elena I've dealt with for the past few weeks would never have given me such an honest and open answer. She prefers to be, difficult." I slapped him on the chest. He was quite amused.
"Hey!" Elijah chuckled and raised his eyebrows before speaking softly.
"It will pass. As you get used to being as open as you just were." He comforted and held me close. I turned my head to place my right cheek against his chest and felt Elijah's lips through my hair on the top of my head. I lost myself in his firm chest and male scent. He held me with love, not lust. Just the need to be close. But not in an undeniably animal urgency. It was beautiful and touching. His maleness was still soft against me. It was a possessive, but not dominant contact. No intrusion on the moment with an insistent desire that would need curbing. I knew I wouldn't mind if Elijah happened to stir against me. In fact I found myself willing him to. Since allowing myself to be open with him, it was like a gate had opened and I couldn't rein back on how irresistible I found Elijah. Settle down girl. I tried to ignore my thoughts as we stood for a few long minutes before I cleared my throat. "Yes?" Elijah enquired and I nearly lost myself in the rumble of his chest.
"Some of us would like to eat." If he continued to keep me close I might combust.
"Very well." Elijah released me and stepped away. I set about plating my scrambled eggs. By the time I looked in the fridge for a drink Elijah had wandered off somewhere.
"Elijah?" I called. He strolled resplendently back into the kitchen with raised eyebrows. God. He's so graceful and luxurious in his movement.
"I thought you'd sent me away." He drew out sexily. I glared at him playfully.
"No. I'm just hungry. Are you drinking? Or eating? Whatever." I held up a blood bag.
"Yes, thank you." I broke the seal on the bag and emptied it into a glass for him.
"Hot or cold?" I enquired. Elijah narrowed his eyes and sat at the head of the table.
"Cold. Are you trying to spoil me?" He asked as the slightest smirk crept across his lips. Elijah rested his elbow on the table and titled his head to the side as trailed his index finger down the side of his face casually.
"I don't think it's possible to spoil you any further than you have been already." I stated.
"Oh, really?" His tone of voice told me I'd piqued his interest. I set his glass of blood down and sat at the rectangular table with a chair between us. "So that's why you're depriving me of any intimacy now by leaving space between us?
"You are, rather distracting. I'd rather not choke on my food. Our positions are merely practical." Elijah regarded me with his deep brown eyes and leaned back in his chair. He looked smug and oh so sexy.
"Do I really affect you so?" He asked innocently. It was mocking.
"You're kidding right?" I looked at him pointedly. "You know what's between us Elijah." I said dismissively and began consuming a mouthful of my dinner.
"Are you finding yourself lacking restraint now that you've accepted that?" He asked smugly. His voice luxuriously smooth against my ears. I blushed slightly but managed to chew. He's not referring to my overenthusiastic thoughts of him is he? Play dumb.
"What are you on about now?" I asked incredulously after swallowing. Elijah took a sip from his glass of blood and replaced it on the table. His tongue darted out and licked his lips. I couldn't help but be enthralled by the action. I mentally screwed my eyes shut and quickly returned my attention to the plate before me.
"Perhaps I would be less distracting if I were absent from your company?" He half queried, half wondered aloud. I looked up at him and met his deep orbs as they seared into my own. His eyes held me captive and I couldn't form a response. My heartbeat sped up when the corners of his mouth curved upwards and he stood, gazing down at me. "I'll be in the lounge." He murmured before clawing the rim of his glass with his fingers and walked away into the house. I groaned inwardly. He would have sensed my heart beat. Damnit. I wasn't embarrassed but frighteningly self conscious. I wasn't an overtly sexual person. Not with another in any case. It was one thing to please yourself with certain thoughts and fantasies while facilitating some form of friction. But I knew if Elijah and I were to be truly intimate. Truly one. As corny as that seemed. The touching care he had for me would be amplified in the process. It would be truly overwhelming. The thought was daunting. But not so much as to scare me away from the desire to meld our bodies. Wait. Does that mean I think that sex is more than a meaningless physical act all of a sudden? Yes...
I could hear noise from the tv as I slowly finished my scrambled eggs. In a way I was grateful for Elijah leaving. But I really just wanted to be near him. The day had been so lovely and it seemed only natural that it should continue. I should be taking advantage of any and every opportunity to spend time with Elijah. So as soon as I finished I intended to join him in the lounge. Yet I was a little nervous. He'd subtly told me that he was aware of my frame of mind. It proceeded to make me a little anxious. Which is perfectly normal for someone who'd never had sex before. But I wasn't anxious about the actual act, so much as how we were going to get there. How does one go about inviting such a charismatic, capable and aged, therefore experienced vampire into bed ridden activities?Not that I had to do so. We didn't have to. It was just on my mind, or in my gut. I suddenly wondered if I'd measure up. Even though he'd refrained from physical relationships, he still would have partaken in certain frivolities with others at some point. That was always going to position him ahead of me. Not that it's a race. Oh, god. I'm over-thinking everything.
I was still sat at the table when Elijah strolled back into the kitchen with his empty glass and rinsed it in the sink. Getting up from the table with what I'd used for my own dinner I did the same. Elijah had stepped aside as I approached, but stood next to me while I finished. An awkwardness had settled since he'd come back to the kitchen and I wasn't sure how I was going to deal with it. Thankfully Elijah cleared it away with one comment.
"Elena?" His deep voice asked softly for my attention. I turned and angled my head upwards to give it to him.
"Mmm?"
"I would prefer it if we didn't discuss anything further pertaining to Klaus and the sacrifice. Today has been so pleasant and I would like our remaining time to be spent unhindered by events that have led us here. So if you have any questions or want to discuss anything. Could we do so now, as to get it over with?" His tone was sombre and I really hoped he wasn't about to tell me my time was up. I'd pretty much gathered that he was ignoring my role in Klaus' plans. That he was simply going to enjoy being with me as I was with him. But it hadn't been an official do not speak of he who must not be named. I bit down on my lower lip and frowned in thought. Was he planning on ending me tonight?
"Well." I began. "What becomes of you? You told me how vindictive Klaus is. There's obviously bad blood between you two already. But, will Klaus want revenge against you for my death?"
"I should have known you'd use this opportunity to voice your concern again." He smiled down warmly at me before taking my left hand in his and intertwining our fingers. Elijah sighed heavily before continuing. "The history of Klaus and I involves an element of betrayal. Which does not just relate to my efforts regarding dopplegangers. There was a time when I would do anything for Klaus. He is my brother after all and we were raised in a time where family honour was paramount. But when we became vampires he became greedy on his new-found power. Compulsion is a basis upon which we can get anything we want after all." He paused and a pained expression flitted across his face. "He was drunk on power and the ability to bed woman after woman. Something I didn't approve of, but once Klaus found something so pleasing he continued, at length. I was relatively unaffected until he set his sights on the woman I was involved with at the time. The original Petrova, whom became the ancestor of yours to be sacrificed. Our relationship was arranged, however through courting I had come to hold some affection for her and she I. She was from a poorly family, and by binding her life to me I could facilitate a better life for her. My feelings toward her were not exactly offensive. But I must confess it had more to do with the life I could provide to her biggest shame and love. She had a son as a result of being raped and would otherwise have struggled to give him even the most satisfactory life. When my family became vampires, it came to light that my mother had been with a man other than my father and Klaus was the result. My father, furious at the betrayal of his wife held a great amount of disdain for Klaus. While physically residing in our family home he was essentially an outcast. My siblings saws him no differently, but my father was a severe man. He never did anything by halves. If he was joyful, he was ecstatic. If he was mad, he was furious. A renunciation of familial relation by my father of my brother, tampered with Klaus' reputation within our local society as well. Charlotte, your ancestor comes in to this because my mother at first claimed she was raped and Kluas was bore of it. So with that association with Klaus' conception he set his sights once again on my arranged bride who had never taken a particular liking to my brother. In his anger at her rejection once again, he compelled her to love him. I believe he thought her despise of him to be unjust. I suppose he thought she might have some compassion for him with the history of her own child. So obvious and consuming was the love she now had for my brother that our own impending union was terminated. But Klaus did not settle on Charlotte's love alone. For she still regarded her son in a higher position within her heart than Klaus. It was clear Klaus could not handle this and he killed Charlotte's son. Prior to this he had refrained from killing those he drank from. But when he murdered the young boy, it triggered his wolf side and the truth soon came out about his conception. Charlotte was used in the sacrifice due to her harbouring an essence of sorts that was bound to Klaus'. That being her love for him. Providing a most powerful concoction to the binding sacrifice performed all those years ago." Elijah paused reflectively. "It was his acts concerning Charlotte that turned most of my siblings against him. As difficult as it was, I tried to stand by my brother and managed to so for a time. But he was a changed man. He'd always been arrogant and cocky. But that seemed to amplify with his greed. When he set his sights on breaking his curse. I could no longer stand by his side. It was an insult to Charlotte, her son and, as you know. A danger to all." He continued gravely. "He sees me as a traitor, both regarding our family, and breaking the binds on him. So you see, Klaus already intends to punish me in some way at some time. You need not worry about me. My love." Elijah finished. I closed the spaced between us and wrapped my arms around his middle, hugging him close. One of his arms curved around to my lower back while the other one trailed through my loose hair as I looked up at him with sad eyes.
"But he can't do anything to you can he? I mean-. You're an Original." I said flatteringly. He smiled slightly and his eyes flashed with humour. I don't think he could help the chuckle that escaped him at my emphasis on Original.
"That I am. There are ways in which an Original can be suspended."
"As in." I trailed off before offering. "Animation? Freezing?"
"We die. But are able to return to life."
"Huh. Resilient like a cockroach." I stated, then made out as though I was going to push myself away from him. "Gross." I made a disgusted look with my face.
"That's, not the best likening one could use." I laughed out loud before he captured my lips with his own. Our tongues sliding, lips tugging and pulling, as we suckled from each others warm mouths for a long minute. I breathed deeply, inhaling his freshly showered male scent as I tried to attain oxygen while Elijah continued to kiss me. When he finally removed his mouth from mine my chest was heaving and he smirked teasingly. "Gross hmm?" Elijah enquired, his voice gravelly.
"Oh shut up." I said lightly and kissed him again. This time it was more rushed and he pulled me in impossibly closer against him. The feel of my breasts against his hard chest was exquisite and I gasped lightly. Revelling in the warmth between our bodies as the rest of my skin raced to keep up. Engulfing me in fiery heat. Elijah growled gently and turned us before lifting me up to sit on the kitchen bench. Instantly I spread my legs and he stood in between them as we continued to assault each other's mouths. One of Elijah's hands moved up my back beneath my shirt and my skin prickled in anticipation. His fingers trailed and near non-existent path down the side of my spine and I gasped as I arched my back into him and threw my head back. Feeling lost when our mouths broke apart. Before I could bring my head down to rejoin them, Elijah's lips were on my jaw and he nuzzled his way towards my ear. Once he reached it his tongue flicked out to stroke against the back of my lobe and I shuddered.
"Mmm." Blindly I moved my hands down his chest before reached beneath his shirt and allowing my thumbs to trace the muscles above his hips before my palms itching for more flesh slid around his sides to his lower back where I splayed my hands out to let my finger tips feel his skin and the slight dips across his back. I gradually made my way up his back as one of his hands trailed slowly up and down my side. Lifting my legs I slid them against the outside of his, before hooking my ankles just below his bum and holding him close. As if we could get any closer at this point. Elijah's mouth left my ear and ran down my neck slightly before his icy cold fangs slipped into my skin for the briefest moment before he began sucking from me. A shaking breath left me and Elijah groaned. I reached a hand up and ran my fingers through his hair, then encouraged him with light pressure that invited him to suck harder. When he did I realised my knickers were sodden and I hardly knew how I hadn't noticed the gathering pool of heat until now. I moaned and arched into him more.
"I can smell you." He groaned after pulling his mouth from my neck and, with a hand on the back of my head moved our foreheads together. Fitting our noses side by side before taking a hold of my waist with his other arm and lifting me.
As Elijah relocated us to the bedroom I began rolling up the bottom of his shirt ready to haul it over his head as soon as possible. Before he sat on the edge of the bed I unhooked my ankles so I could sit across his lap properly and our eyes connected as I began lifting his shirt up. The desire in his eyes burned with longing and I dearly hoped the same was reflected in mine because my heart leapt in my chest at having such as affect on Elijah. As soon as Elijah's shirt was cleared of his head I felt cool air against the skin of my torso and found my shirt swiftly removed while still holding his above his head. Throwing out garments aside I shut my eyes then, looking down to see no bruising whatsoever. Smiling at Elijah moved in and pecked him on the lips before trailing my mouth down his jaw and neck, slowly circling my tongue to be rewarded with a growl. Pushing him to lie on his back I kissed and nipped my way across his chest and around his nipples, while tracing feather light oddities around the side of his rib cage and down his abdomen with my fingers. Elijah groaned and moved up the bed beneath me while bringing me with him before turning me onto my back. His eyes scorched mine before travelling down my body and back up to my eyes.
"You are so beautiful." I smiled. Nearly panting from the invisible marks his eyes carved into my body. Elijah's mouth went to my collar bone while a hand traced up my side before resting on my left breast. His thumb gently stroking against my hard nipple through the lacy fabric of my bra. I moaned and arched my back into his hand. Elijah's mouth left a moist trail as it moved down the middle of my chest to the top of my bra. He removed took his mouth away to take my left nipple into his mouth along with the fabric of my bra and I arched insistently against him. His hands shot beneath my back to release the clasp and removed my bra to return his mouth to the path he retraced down my chest, then continued down between my breasts.
"Yes." I said softly. "Oh." Elijah growled and shifted one of his long legs to rest between mine, putting just the right amount of pressure at the junction of my thighs and I bucked against him. He was hard against my leg and I just wanted to wriggle against him. His mouth claimed one of my nipples and I arched my back against his hot mouth, while he put more pressure where my legs joined. I rubbed myself against his leg and was panting too much to let even let out a moan. After tormenting me with the attention he proceeded to give my other hard peaked breast Elijah travelled down my stomach with his mouth, pulling the waist band of my pants down over my hip then down my legs as his caressing lips followed. Now in only my soaked panties Elijah pressed his mouth to the inside of my right leg, about halfway down my calf, then tortuously travelled upwards. I writhed around on the bed, but Elijah soon held me still and stroked a hand against my still sheathed wetness. I whimpered softly and bucked against him. Needing his contact I reached my arm down to rest it on the forearm he was resting his weight on when he moved a finger beneath the material to slide against my slick entrance. Goosebumps erupted across my boiling skin and I gripped his forearm in pleasure. I was burning up Elijah'd made me so hot.
Slowly, with aching deliberance Elijah allowed a finger to slip inside me. My whole body tensed within the heavenly feeling of his lone digit within me. He began stroking my inner walls slick with my arousal. Igniting a fire within me. As I savoured the feeling Elijah moved up to lie next to me as his pace quickened and slowed. At alternate strokes he'd alter the angle and a jolt of mind blowing pleasure shot through me as he grazed against my sensitive inner area. The fifth time I yelped and my walls spasmed around his finger in a flutter for a moment then backed off waiting for more. Elijah slowed his pace and I looked at him pleadingly, my eyes glazed in pleasure. He licked his lips and obliged by increasing the pace again but slowed when my walls began teetering on the edge. I licked my own and trailed a hand down his chest to the top of his pants. Slowing as I neared his demanding bulge. Gradually my hands followed the contour of his contained hardness straining beneath his pants and I stroked it evenly. Smiling cheekily at the man gasping next to me as he tried to concentrate on what his own hand was doing. I moved my hand against him increasing the pace and smiled seductively at him when he groaned. He moved his finger faster and I had to stop stroking him as I writhed in pleasure. My head filled up with a lusty fog and I couldn't think straight. All I could comprehend was Elijah and the sensations I was feeling. Elijah held me down and continued his ministrations until I could take no more. Crying out as the mountain of pleasure ceased building and came crashing down all around me. Gasping for air through the lingering jolts of pleasure I lay drained and spent with Elijah by my side. Barely opening my eyes I looked to Elijah, managing to kiss him softly and slowly. Swirling my tongue around his I arched my back and moaned when my abdomen convulsed in another wave of pleasure. I regarded the situation more coherently and noticed that Elijah still had his finger within me and was moving it the slightest amount against my sensitive area inside. Am I going to have to tell him to stop? Is it possible for me to tell him to?
He curled his finger up towards my belly inside and I shuddered in ecstasy. Releasing more juices in the wake of my second orgasm.
"Oh. God!" I choked out as I convulsed through the pulsing that wracked my body. "Why are you still wearing your pants?" I whispered in frustration. Elijah chuckled.
"Patience, my love." He held himself up and kissed my forehead.
"Patience my arse." I stated once I'd recovered enough and he let me straddle him. As I sat back over his contained member I heard him take a sharp breath and I ground forward down onto him. Elijah rested his hands on my hips and manoeuvred my pelvis against him, groaning. I stopped grinding and leaned down over his chest and licked, sucked and nipped my way down to where his light trail of pubic hair began below his belly button. As I continued down the trail of hair with my mouth I undid the buttons on his trousers and pulled down the fly. Looking down I was met with the sight of his cock shielded by the stretchy fabric of his boy-leg cut briefs which moulded to his every dimension of his restricted discomfort. I turned down his underwear also and his maleness jutted out at me itching to be touched. He was beautiful and I just sat looking at him for a few moments. Elijah's prominent erection hardened more and visibly twitched as I watched. Elijah cleared his throat gently rousing me from my awe.
"Elena. I don't want you to feel pressured to continue. I won't be killing you tonight." I bit down on my bottom lip seductively.
"Don't worry. I'm not pressured. I was just taking in how perfect you are." Elijah's eyes grew dark with need and I crawled back up him slightly to run my opening along his shaft and grinding against it so that Elijah's cock was pressed between my hot folds and his abdomen. Elijah hissed and I smiled with satisfaction. When I'd coated the underside of his hard member sufficiently I moved up in front of it and shifted backwards so that when my dripping core came into contact with it, it coated the top side of his shaft. Elijah hissed as I rubbed myself against his shaft, pushing it away from his body and allowing it to slide up behind my bum. I sat with Elijah poking my lower back as I reached back and caressed his balls. Elijah's hips bucked a few times and his cock rubbed against me. I continued to play with his balls with my hand for a few minutes before stroking the sensitive flesh between his hard length and his balls with a single finger. Elijah rewarded me with a grunt and I stroked the skin between his balls and his anus with another finger at the same time. Watching his chest rise and fall rapidly I let my hand enclose around his shaft and moved up and down his length. He thrust against it uncontrollably.
"No." He said rawly. "Not without you. I wont last if you keep teasing me."
"Teasing you? You mean like this?" With that I squeezed him firmer and gave one long slow pull. He threw his head back and groaned pleasurably. I immediately found myself on my back with Elijah on top of me as I writhed beneath him. He'd entered me and the intense pleasure shook my entire body.
"Elena." He whispered. "Look at me." He asked tenderly. I did and and he began to move with strong even strokes that touched my very soul. His eyes told me how needed I was. How we completed each other and I lost myself in the depths of his eyes. I hadn't even though about this being my first time and it hadn't mattered. There was no pain only bliss and I knew this was meant to be. God, why did I fight this! Pulsating around his cock as I came close to another release I tilted my pelvis slightly and Elijah's body shuddered as my walls began milking him. Coaxing him to the edge. I placed my right hand against the side of his face.
"I love you Elijah." I whispered as he increased the pace. His breathing hitched and he fell onto me sucking in air. I didn't think he'd finished yet. But I hardly knew everything about what we were doing. His skin became icy, which was odd. My vision focused as my bliss ebbed away. I watched as Elijah's skin greyed and veins pronounced themselves across his flesh. I screamed in horror and tried to get out from beneath him but his weight had me pinned.
"Elijah!" I screamed.
