She sags bonelessly into his chest, her face buried in his neck. It takes her just a few minutes before she's pressing her lips against his neck and trailing up kisses along his jawline. Shoves her guilt aside as he wraps his arms around her.

For the first time in months, she feels safe.

Feels his hands in her hair before he's the one trailing kisses over her neck. He's careful though, slow and gentle, his lips suck at her skin, drawing blood to the surface, leaving heated skin behind as he moves on to the next spot. Occasionally nips at her skin, his teeth gliding along her skin, sucking it in, making her gasp. At one spot, right next to the permanent scar on her skin, he sinks his teeth in her flesh. Her chest is heaving from the effort, resisting the urge to once again rut against him, when he turns her around, and pulls her back into his chest.

His hand is cold as he slides it under her top, his fingers covering her midsection almost entirely as he fans his fingers. His mouth is insistent at her shoulder now, fingers inching towards her pebbled nipples and she shudders against him.

She feels like she's going to combust.

Then, his hand is at her waist, pushing her shorts down, and she kicks them off. Throws her head back into his neck as his fingers brush against the damp material of her panties. A strangled sound escapes her when his fingers sink under the side of her panties and into her warm centre.

She moans his name, and not wanting to be the only one affected, nips at his earlobe, bites at his neck. The rewarding groan is enough for her to pull away slightly.

"Bedroom?" Because as much as she wants him, a lot going by how her legs are already shaking, the couch really isn't the most comfortable.

The answer she gets is her back against her bed within a second.

Vampires.

She looks up at Elijah, gulps at how hard he is, but also, he's wearing too many clothes. She reaches for his belt the moment yanks her top over her head and pushes her back.

"Elijah." She's ashamed at how she whines.

"There's something to be said for the virtue of patience, is there not?" She's about to refute his claim, but then he sinks to his knees by her bed, pulls at legs till her knees are over the edge, and yanks down her panties.

She's going to protest again, because he's still wearing his tux and she's naked.

He takes away her speech in the way his tongue worships her core. It's slow at first, almost cautious, making her moan, but it turns insistent soon, probing into her folds, curling and reaching spots she's not sure she knew existed.

Fingers curl into the bedspread when she reaches another high, her other hand finding purchase in his hair, hips thrusting as she coasts on the waves of pleasure. Tiny aftershocks run through her body, her skin heated, and she lies there, a little too out of it.

It takes her several moments, before she can get up, moaning at the sensation, and she drags herself towards where he's standing, having finally removed his jacket. Her hands, shaking slightly, as she comes on to her knees, yank at his shirt, unbuttoning it so she can finally see some bare skin.

Runs her hands over the hard panes of his chest as she pushes at his shirt, his hands at her waist, before his lips find hers again.

Works his belt and then they're tumbling into her bed.

Elijah's the one who seems to have lost his patience now, desperate hands trailing over her body, lips latching on to her skin. He moans when she takes his cock in her hands, rubbing along the length and pulling him closer.

Her eyes roll back into her skull when he sinks into her heart, every inch of her is hypersensitive and it's too much as he brushes against her walls. Sets a pace that's both punishing and rewarding, gripping her thighs hard enough to leave bruises. His name is like a prayer at her lips, but it's he who is worshiping her body, the pads of his fingers occasionally brushing over random patches of her skin.

Then, a moment later, he lifts her leg and reaches deeper than before, making her gasp as she spasms around him, pushed over the edge when his thumb lands over her clit and plays with her sex. The sounds he makes echo in her ears, his hips thrusting harder against her own before he buries his head in her neck and spills inside her.

She's not sure how long it takes for her mind to clear but when it does, he's pulling out her and yet, he's tugging her into his arms. Pulling the sheets over her as he massages her hips.

There's a smile on his face and she kisses him again.

She can't let him die.

No matter what.

She means to tell him about Esther's spell, but is instead lulled into sleep by the way he's stroking her hair.

When she wakes up in the morning, her bed is empty and the black dahlias on her bedside table have wilted.