AN: I do not own TVD or TO.

SMUT warning. This chapter is primarily smut until the first line break

I'd also like to apologize to anyone who read this before I had a chance to fix the formatting. I didn't realize the mistake until after I'd posted the chapter. It has been fixed and I also added more below the first line break.

Lexa blinked.

The room slowly came into focus. She propped herself up and blushed when she saw her blouse and corset had been ripped open. The fabric hung on either side of her torso. She adjusted the neckline of her shift when it slipped.

"You are most definitely tying that too tight," Kol helped her sit up. He propped her against a pillow and lifted a glass of water to her lips.

She drew in an unrestricted breath and swallowed a mouthful of water. "Thank you," she sighed. "I don't usually tie it that tight." Her finger ran round the rim of the cup.

"Is there another reason you couldn't breathe, Lexa?" He took the glass and placed it on the table by the bed. He made sure not to touch her when he sat down.

"I…" She chewed on her lip. Her fingers picked at the loose threads of her ruined blouse. "It was hard to breathe, and then I-I got scared." She cast her eyes to the vase of daisies.

"Why were you afraid, little witch?" His gaze dropped to the mark he had left on her neck. He was fairly certain he already knew; some scars took years to heal.

"I…" She took a deep breath. A flush rose in her cheeks and along her neck. "It always hurt," she sighed. She drew her legs to her chest and propped her chin on her knees. "Every time he would…" she shook her head, "… it always hurt. I-I knew where things were headed and I-I thought it would hurt."

Rage boiled in his veins. "Would I be correct in assuming he never took the time to… prepare you?"

Her knitted brows were more than enough of an answer.

"I wonder if there is a way to bring him back," Kol growled. "I'd love to kill him again slowly."

"Why?" Lexa lifted her eyes. She was not overly opposed to the suggestion.

"Because of what he did to you," he took her hand and entwined their fingers. "It's not supposed to hurt, Lexa. You should have never been subjected to him."

"I want to believe you…" she stared at their joined hands.

"Experience has told you otherwise," Kol leaned forward. He brushed his lips over her brow and stood up.

Lexa shifted to kneel on the mattress and caught his wrist. Her fingers splayed over his chest when he spun back to face her. "It won't hurt?"

Kol covered her hand with his and met her shy gaze. "It should not hurt."

"If it does," she whispered, "can we stop?"

"Lexa?" He cupped her cheek. "We don't have to do this at all, love."

She blinked slowly and exhaled. "I want to."

"Are you sure, darling?" He brushed his thumb over her jaw. Her heart remained steady as she nodded. "Promise me one thing first. You'll tell me the second you're uncomfortable in any way; I don't want you to faint again." His heart had dropped into his stomach when she had swayed in his arms.

"I promise."

Kol nodded once before lowering his lips to hers in a slow kiss. He pulled the remnants of her ruined blouse from her skirt before sliding it and her corset down her arms.

Lexa sighed when his lips lavished attention on her throat. Her sigh turned to a breathy moan when teeth nibbled at her ear. Her abdomen quivered beneath his roaming fingers. She slowly unbuttoned his vest and pushed it down his shoulders.

He smirked when her eyes raked over his chest after he removed his shirt. A shiver travelled the length of his spine; her lips peppered soft kisses over his throat.

Lexa tilted her head when he lifted her to stand on the floor. Her fingers threaded through his hair when he knelt in front of her.

Kol popped the buttons on her heavy skirt so it pooled around her feet. Her pulse quickened when his fingers slid up her legs slowly lifting the white shift.

He pressed her to sit on the edge of the bed.

Heat pooled low in her abdomen. It grew in intensity under his lips slow passage up her inner thighs.

Her blood raced through her veins. He felt the artery flutter beneath his lips and took a steadying breath. Kol met her lidded eyes; he marveled at the level of trust he saw there.

A loud gasp fell from her mouth. Soft moans reverberated in her chest with each pass of his tongue. He was focusing his attention on the bundle of nerves between her thighs. For the life of her she couldn't remember what it was called, but she could remember her aunt showing her how to use it to aid in childbirth. She doubted the labouring mothers had found the pressure this pleasurable.

Her teeth dug into her lip as the spring that had been coiling in her belly snapped. She tugged his hair and blushed when she felt fluid run down between her lips.

Kol eagerly caught the sweet elixir and ran his tongue over his extended canines while rocking back on his knees. "You taste exquisite, Elskling."

Lexa opened her eyes to look at him. The capillary veins under his intense eyes were pulsating wildly. She swallowed and traced the sensitive area with her thumb. "Are you alright?"

"Perfectly fine," he murmured. His hands grazed her hips as he pulled her shift over her head.

"Is… oh," she moaned when he laved kisses from her abdomen to her breasts. Her stomach trembled when he sucked her erect nipple into his mouth; his fingers expertly manipulated her other breast.

"I do apologize, little witch," he left wet kisses across the valley of her breasts, "I distracted you." He smirked when his teeth grazed her nipple and she moaned.

"You're not… oh dios mio…" she chewed her lip, "not s-sorry." She could feel his smirk against her chest.

Kol chuckled.

A yelp escaped her lips when he nipped a little too hard. She felt something sharp and gasped in a mixture of pleasure and pain.

Kol pulled back and blinked at the dark red blood dripping from the puncture wound over her nipple. He hadn't meant to bite her, but his teeth had pierced her skin when he chuckled. "I'm so sorry, Elskling."

"It's alright," Lexa tilted her head to inspect the damage. A bead of blood was running down her breast. She lifted her eyes to his when he bit into his thumb; her wound closed when he rubbed a drop of his blood into the small cut. "If you're going to do that again… warn me."

"I never intended to…"

Lexa cut him off by placing a finger over his lips. "I know," she lent and kissed the area beneath his eyes, "but you did… and since it's there."

"You are…" he breathed against her lips, "… an enigma."

"Is that a good thing?" She swallowed when he licked the trail of blood and moved on to worship her neck.

"I do love a bit of mystery," he nipped her ear. "What were you going to ask me earlier before I rudely interrupted you?"

Lexa thought back. "I was going to ask if that was what you meant by 'prepare'." She pulled the buttons of his light trousers.

"When I was ruthlessly pleasuring you with my mouth?" He grinned.

"Mmhmm," she nodded.

"No," he stood and stepped out of his trousers, "that was purely for your enjoyment."

"Aren't you supposed to enjoy this too?" Lexa wrapped her arms around his neck when he lifted her.

"Believe me, Lexa, I enjoyed that immensely." He stretched out beside her and did his best to ignore the throb in his groin; he could wait. "I am thoroughly enjoying bringing you pleasure."

"Not that I didn't like that," she ran her fingers down his toned stomach, "because I did, but what did you mean."

She gasped when his hand came down between her thighs and his fingers swirled around her bundle of nerves. Her legs fell open and her hips rose off the bed.

He slowly penetrated her core with a finger. He added a second and a third when he knew she could take it and pumped. "I meant this," he crooked his fingers and pressed her clit with his thumb.

The expression of discomfort that had been present on her face at the start of each penetration slowly morphed into one of need.

He continued to finger her until he felt her thighs tremble and her walls flutter. Withdrawing his hand he adjusted her necklaces before leaning down to kiss the corner of her mouth.

"Are you sure you want to do this, Elskling?" He lifted her chin with his knuckle. She had been tight around his fingers and he knew the initial penetration would be uncomfortable.

Lexa hesitated when her eyes fell to his straining arousal. She closed her eyes and nodded hoping her body would adjust as she had to his fingers.

"Then sit up."

"What?" She blinked. Lexa propped herself on her elbows when he sat with his back to the wall.

"Sit up," Kol guided her until she straddled his thighs, "it will be easier for you like this." He groaned when he lined himself up with her entrance and she slowly impaled herself on his shaft.

Lexa closed her eyes tightly when he was a few inches inside of her. She waited for the discomfort to pass before moving down further. Within moments he was buried in her wet sheath.

A low growl ripped through his throat when she started to move. His hands wandered her curves while his mouth met hers in a sensual kiss that set his blood on fire.

Her little grunts and pleasure filled moans were music to his ears.

Her pace slowed and stuttered as she quivered in his arms. A feeling of bliss overcame her when he shifted them so she was lying on her back.

Kol wrapped her legs high around his waist and thrust into her at a pace that had her quickly building to another orgasm.

"Don't close your eyes, Lexa," he murmured against her cheek.

She opened her eyes and gasped when he shifted her hips. The new angle had him hitting the spot he had lavished attention on earlier with his fingers. She kept her eyes open as her vision faded around the edges.

She had drowned once as a child; she had lost any sense of direction in the experience. Every sense had gone numb as ice had poured through her veins. She felt much like she had then only it was fire racing through her body while the water crashed over her head and all other senses were lost. When she returned to her own consciousness she managed to tighten her trembling limbs around his body.

His jaw clenched. He could feel his own release lingering at the base of his spine. His thrusts quickly lost any rhythm he'd had. He brought their mouths together in a long kiss when he stilled and spilled inside her.

Lexa's chest rose and fell rapidly when he withdrew and rolled to lie beside her again.

Kol watched her body calm down before running his finger down her cheek and turning her face to him. "Did that hurt?"

She shook her head and frowned. "Is there a way to bring him back?"

"Missing your husband already, little witch?" Kol cocked an eyebrow.

"No," she shook with a laugh, "I'd just like to kill him again… slowly."

"I'm going to take that as a no," Kol draped a quilt over them before she shivered.

Lexa rolled over and splayed her fingers over his beating heart. "It didn't hurt," she chewed on her lip, "can we do that again?"

"Would you like a chance to rest first?" He pulled the ties from her hair and loosened her braid.

He watched her delicate features. Since that first day he had spent in the tavern he had watched as the muscles of her face slowly relaxed, but nothing compared to how she looked when she slept.

Sprawled out on the bed, completely sated, she was glorious. He still marveled at the trust she displayed in him. He'd had lovers before but never before had one trusted him as she did. She allowed him to see her at her most vulnerable.

The moonlight shone through the open window. A warm July breeze lifted the curls around her face and brought a flush to her skin. She was radiant, perfect, and his.

He carefully bent and pressed his lips to her shoulder. "I love you, little witch," he murmured against her porcelain skin.

Kol's hand trailed lazily up and down her spine. He had taken to sleeping beside her every night after the first time she had given herself to him. Initially he had attempted to give her space, but his dreams had been haunted by visions of them together in her bed.

He knew he loved her. For seven hundred years he had thought himself incapable of ever feeling this way. He loved her with every fiber of his being, and needed to be close to her. The only way he could get a decent night's sleep was by knowing she was safe in his arms.

"Are you watching me sleep again?" Lexa lifted her head of messy curls and gave him a sleep softened smile.

"Yes," he chuckled. "Can you blame me? There is a beautiful goddess sprawled beside me. What else can I do but stare?"

"A goddess, hmm?" She pushed her curls out of her face and rolled onto her side exposing her bare breasts to his gaze. "Let me guess: Aphrodite brought to life?"

"No, not Aphrodite," he ran his eyes over her naked form. "You, my little witch, are Persephone made flesh, and I dread the coming winter when you will be torn from my arms."

Lexa grasped the back of his neck and smiled cheekily. "Lucky for you this is an endless summer," she stretched and brushed her mouth over his.

"Winter always comes eventually, Elskling," he smiled sadly.

"It doesn't have to," she blinked and laid her head over his heart. "I love you, too, by the way."