A/N: Rated M - Smut.
Elena was back at the house, preparing for her dinner date with Elijah in the evening time; she had packed her bag with a few dresses that she couldn't choose between, strappy high heels and make-up.
She descended the staircase and joined the others in the kitchen, Elijah had made himself scarce after the unification meeting as to not raise suspicion; she grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and pulled her jacket from the back of one of the kitchen chairs.
"Where are you going?" Rebekah asked, an amused smile on her lips. She knew, of course she knew.
"I'm heading over to the compound for a few hours to spend time with Davina, we're gonna talk, do so magic, maybe go for dinner, I could use some normal human time," she smiled, her gaze flickering to Klaus, "is that okay?"
"You needn't ask permission, Elena, you have secured peace in the French Quarter and performed spells and rituals this week that have earned you a night off, enjoy yourself," he spoke kindly but he seemed off and Elena picked up on it right away; she didn't say anything though, she took what he said and immediately left the plantation before he had a chance to change his mind.
She jumped into her car and drove off, putting the plantation in the rear view mirror for one night; she drove around the streets until she arrived at the compound, pulling up and parking before climbing out and heading inside.
"Back so soon?" Marcel asked as he saw her enter, a small smile gracing her lips; he pulled her into a hug and locked his gaze onto hers.
"Girls day with Davina," she only half lied, the intentions behind there plan was to get her ready for her date with Elijah without anybody knowing.
"She already told me about Elijah, she's a terrible liar but don't worry, your secret is safe with me," he released her from his embrace, "I wanted to say thank you again, you've been amazing with the peace talks and uniting the French Quarter."
"No more business talk," Davina said as she walked down the stairs and approached Elena, "it's girls day, anything supernatural related is prohibited."
"Boss' rules," Elena tilted her head with a grin and they went on their way to her room, locking the door behind them; she threw her bag on the bed and started unpacking it, giving Davina a playful but disapproving look, "I can't believe you told Marcel about Elijah."
"I'm gonna kill him," she muttered under her breath, "I told him not tell you."
"It's fine, as long as Klaus doesn't know then everything should go smoothly tonight," she picked up two of the three dresses and showcased them to Davina, "so, which one?"
The first one was a long, spaghetti strap, black dress with a laced chest and split down the leg and the second one was a red, skin tight dress without straps.
"Definitely not the red," Davina said, as she took it gently from her hand and lay it back on the bed, "it's not you and I think Elijah would love you in this one."
She picked up the 3rd dress from the bed and held it over her body, it was a spaghetti strapped, black dress, with lace on the chest and it fell to just below her knees with a sheer lining and a bit of flare, It was the one. The lace cut off between the chest and had a diamanté feature that was subtle but made the dress pop.
"Do you really think he'd like it?" She asked, before taking it gently from her hand and standing in front of the mirror, holding it against her body and inspecting it, "he's old school, you know? He seems like the type to court women in a long and sophisticated princess ball gown or something."
"You're joking, right? You could show up in a clown suit and he'll still look at you the way he does," Davina said as she stood next to Elena and looked at them both in the mirror, adjusting her dress slightly to get better angles for her, "he loves you, Elena, it won't matter what you're wearing."
"Thanks, Davina," she said with a soft smile before turning away from the mirror and darting for the make up on the bed, "who's first? You or me?"
They grinned out of amusement, a burst of laughter escaping their lips as they headed for the bathroom, spending the afternoon as normally and as humanly as they could.
The evening had arrived, the sun was low in the sky and Elena was ready; she emerged from the bathroom in her dress and heals, and her hair and her make up was done; she never used too much make-up and her hair was perfectly straight and wrapped around her like a blanket.
"Oh my god, Elena, you look beautiful," Davina said astounded, her eyes staring at her dress in awe.
"Really? You think so?" She said nervously as she stood in front of the mirror once again to double check there was nothing wrong.
"You look amazing!"
"Thank you so much for today, Davina, I couldn't have done it without you," she said softly before she pulled her into a long embrace.
"Of course! I had fun, it's nice to just be a girl every now and then and not an all powerful witch," she grinned, before scurrying Elena out of her door, "now go, he'll be here in a minute, you don't want to keep him waiting."
"I'm going," she exclaimed with a chuckle before walking down the stairs into the main foyer, she saw Marcel gawking at her and the vampires were stirred.
"Damn, Miss. Elena," Marcel annunciated as she walked down the stairs; once she reached the bottom, she grasped the end of her dress, lifting it slightly and doing a quick curtsy, showcasing the dress playfully and smiling, "he is one lucky man!"
"Thank you, Marcel," she reached up and pecked a kiss on his cheek.
"He's outside," he said before taking her hand and spinning her outwards and twirling her back in playfully; she laughed slightly before turning on her heel and heading to the gate, just before she left, she heard Marcel call out to her, "hey, if things don't work out with dark, old and ruthless out there, you know where I am."
"I'll keep that in mind," she flashed him a playful smirk over her shoulder and opened the lock to gate.
Once she was outside, she glanced around the area and saw him; she felt the heat rise to her cheeks causing her to blush, and she felt so loved up, she could hardly contain it, "Good evening, Mr. Mikaelson."
He walked towards her, his lips still parted slightly as he looked at her, "You look perfect."
"You scrub up nice too," she said with a smile that radiated love; he leaned in and kissed her lips softly, bringing his hand to her face and delicately tracing his fingers along her cheek. "Shall we?"
"We shall," she linked her arm through his and he walked her to the car, opening the door for her and speeding around to the drivers seat; it was a beautiful and still evening, the sun was lowering, the streets where quiet and the air was still.
She looked over at him as he drove and without really realising it, she had continued to just stare at him and her mind wandered to how perfect he was, how sophisticated and gentle and collected but yet, when it came to the people he loved, he was fierce.
"Do I have something in my teeth?" He said with a smirk as he turned to glance at her for a moment, before returning his attention back to the road ahead.
His words brought her back to reality and a light giggle emitted from her lips and the blushing had returned, "I'm sorry, I was staring."
"Penny for your thoughts?"
"The only thing on my mind tonight is you," she admitted, reaching for the hand he had extended towards her and grasping it, "I'm happy we're finally able to do this."
"Likewise," he stroked his thumb along the back of her hand and smiled slightly at her words, his heart hammering at the love shared between them, "I only wish I could do it more often."
"Hey," she said softly as she placed her hand on his arm, smoothing it across his uncreased blazer sleeve at an attempt to comfort him, "no negative talk, any problems we have to face in the future don't exist tonight, just be in the moment with me, Elijah, please?"
"Of course," he had to shove those dark thoughts aside, they served no purpose but to jeopardise a perfect night and he had to focus on just Elena, "you're right, forgive me?"
"Always," she smiled, knowing that he would try to banish his torment for the sake of her but deep down, they would still trouble him.
They drove 30 minutes away from the heart of the city, taking them to a quiet restaurant on the outskirts by the name of Pierre's; Elijah continued to be the perfect gentleman, he opened the car door for her, took her hand and helped her to her feet, they linked their arms and he lead her inside.
A waiter immediately took them to a quiet table at the back, a large window was beside them that overlooked a park and then the waterfront; she glanced around, taking in the exposed brickwork and rustic feel, the candles scattered around and placed on the centre of each table that gave her a whirlwind romance feel and paired with the view, she felt like she was dreaming.
"Can I take your drinks order?" The waiter asked as he placed the menus in front of them.
"Bottle of your finest red," Elijah was talking to the waiter but his gaze hadn't left Elena, even as he slipped his hand into his pocket to take a 50 tip out and hand it to the waiter.
"Good choice, sir," he took the tip and returned to the bar, readying their drinks whilst they scanned the menu; it was near impossible for them to look at something besides each other, Elena was so distracted by him that she kept peering her gaze over the menu.
"Have I mentioned how beautiful you are?" Elijah spoke, bringing her to blush once again.
"Maybe once or twice," she couldn't possibly smile any wider but her lips surely tried; the waiter returned with the bottle and two glasses, pouring them both a large glass and placing the bottle on the table.
"Are you ready to order?" He asked, his hospitality on point.
"I'll have the steak, rare," Elijah requested as he held his menu towards him.
"I'll have the chicken, thank you," Elena spoke with a kind smile as he nodded his head, took the menus and returned to the kitchen.
"A toast?" She picked up her glass and held it out towards him, "to being in the moment."
"And to you, Elena," he picked up his glass and hovered it near hers, "to the light you bring into my life, the love that overflows my heart and the eternity it took me to find you."
She clinked her glass against his, her heart warmed and she felt a tear well up in her eye, "I love you more than words can describe, Elijah Mikaelson."
They continued to talk whilst they waited for their food to arrive, he had told her about some of his travels during his 1000 year existence, he had seen things she could only dream of or read about in books and it was incredible to hear about it.
She felt as though she had no story to tell him, no big reveal into the inner workings of her life, and certainly no amazing things she has seen in her time on this earth, she had never left Mystic Falls.
"So, you really woke up the next day in the barn with the chickens?" She laughed, taking another sip of her drink and enjoying the casual conversation between them.
"Your steak, sir," the waiter placed his meal in front of him and laid the wrapped silverware beside it, repeating the process with Elena's order, "and for the lady."
"Thank you," she said, smiling at his kindness and hospitality.
"Yes, thank you, it's really appreciated," once again, he was talking to the waiter but his line of sight didn't shift from her; they picked up there cutlery and started eating, Elena, of course, trying to be classy, took the smallest of bites and chewed slowly.
"So," Elena dabbed her napkin at the corner of her lip and picked up her glass, taking a small sip between her bites of roasted chicken, "tell me about one of your favourite places you've been too, spare no detail."
"Well," he reminisced, picking his glass up and holding it between his fingers for a long moment before taking a sip, "this is conflicting, my most adorned places of travel was London, in the late 1500's to early 1600's, it was remarkable, so much beauty and culture but the memories I have attached to it are dark ones."
She sensed a wave of sadness wash over him, she wasn't sure if it was her Empath gift or they're connection but she could feel the distress within him and she felt guilty for making him relive those memories, "you don't have to tell me, Elijah, I didn't mean to pry."
"No, it's not that," a small breath exhaled from his lips and for the first time that night, his gaze shifted away from her to look down, watching as the red wine swirled around the glass, "this was a dark time for my family and in order to protect ourselves, we committed heinous acts of violence and bloodshed, and I wouldn't want you to think less of me."
"I could never think less of you," she reached across the table to take his hand in hers, "what has happened in your past will remain there, Elijah, you had to do the things you've done to survive, after what you have been through with the constant enemies, your family and Klaus' redemption, anyone would have done the same."
"Do you truly believe that?" He asked, his gaze returning to her and fixating on her eyes, looking for any doubt within her facial expressions.
"I do," and she didn't doubt herself at all, she knew Elijah to be a man of honour, a gentle and compassionate man and only ruthless in defence of his family.
"We travelled to London after the catastrophe that was Katerina, Finn and Kol were daggered at the time, so it was just me, Klaus and Rebekah; of course, my brother was enraged by the outcome of Katerina making herself a vampire and Rebekah and I had grew tired of his outbursts; we had quickly moved up the ranks and became upper echelons of society, a perk that brought luxuries beyond measure and we even dined with Queen Elizabeth the 1st."
"Wow," she expressed in awe, her lips parted slightly.
"Indeed, you would have been fond of London, there was William Shakespeare, the start of opera, everyone attended the theatre on a weekly basis and the parties where extravagant; sport was also a form of entertainment and we often partook in fencing, archery and jousting but of course, my brothers favourite sport would bring an end to our time in London."
"It sounds amazing, I can't believe you've seen so much," she listened intently whilst they finished their meal and sipped away at the wine.
"It was, until that night, that is," he brought his wine glass to his lips, glimpsing at the red before he consumed the remainder of the wine, "witches in England are a different breed, they are powerful and ruthless and Niklaus managed to anger the largest and wealthiest coven within London; on his post-Katerina rampage, he had murdered an entire church of people, men, women, priests, servants of god and unfortunately, one of them was the Elder to the coven of Gaia, extremely powerful. You see, paganism, Wicca, the practice of witchcraft was rife during the time and they infused magic into their coven from every dead soul that possessed the streets, the ancestors apparently drew magic from the primordial earth goddess herself, Gaia."
"Of course, trust Nik to kill the most powerful witch in the country at the time, possibly even the world," she spoke with an eye roll as she picked up the bottle of red and refilled their glasses.
"Niklaus was not the only one to fail this coven and destroy our chance at happiness in London," he said, his discomfort growing in remembering a time that brought him shame, "my brother had been working with the coven to procure a spell to break the curse on him without the blood of a doppelgänger and during our time spent with them, I had become acquainted with a witch by the name of Anastasia, but of course, Klaus disapproved when family was jeopardised, he would kill that threat to it without blinking an eyelash; I was enraged and I took it out on the coven, used them to my own ends and lashed out on the innocents, the theatre ran red that night with my rage, not a fine moment, I must admit."
"It's not your fault," she quickly reassured, her hand finding his once again and caressing it gently.
"The witches had discovered a way to break his curse without the doppelgänger blood, or at least, so they thought; they literally opened a hole in the earth and conjured magic so deep and dark that it left a scar, Rebekah even believes they opened a gate to hell, to procure the werewolf side of him that had been locked away in the ether, it existed somewhere and they believed it was there."
"Oh my god," Elena exasperated, her eyes widened and the shock was written all over her face.
"And the night of the ritual, when Niklaus realised it had failed, I knew we had unleashed a power and darkness onto this earth that would taint it forever; that night, ancient monsters we had never seen before escaped from that pit, witches across the country became imbued with a dark and ancient magic and the innocent people became possessed by the souls of the damned, the lore calls them demons and we kept it at bay for decades but eventually, the coven grew strong enough to close the rift and by the time it was 1666, Mikael had found us and we had to flee, and it went down in history as the Great Fire Of London."
"Holy sh-,"
"Quite right," Elijah smirked, cutting her sentence short and watching as she swigged her wine, "we have never returned to London since."
"I thought I couldn't become shocked at Klaus' past indiscretions anymore but apparently not."
"But the city itself was a work of art and it will remain my favourite place, even if there is a darkness attached to it."
The waiter had scurried over to the table to fetch their empty plates, bringing an end to their conversation and snapping Elena back to reality from her thoughts; Elijah had ordered another bottle of wine and a dessert to share whilst they finished up their date.
"I've always wanted to go to London," she said, taking a bite of the cheesecake that was between them, "I remember when I was a little girl and I saw a picture of Buckingham Palace and for months after, I would pretend I was a princess within those walls but in reality, it was my mum's bedroom."
They both chuckled lightly, the memories of her early days flooding through her mind, "and as I got a bit older, maybe about 12 or 13, I looked into schools over there and university's and I was convinced my mum had it planned for me to study there but then she died and everything changed."
"I'm truly sorry, Elena," his eyes were filled with sadness and sympathy, he knew what it meant to lose a loved one, it's a pain that never leaves you; he took her hand and held it at his eye level between them, "When we have finished here in New Orleans, I will take you to London and we'll live there, you can study and embrace the beauty the city has to offer."
"Promise?" Her gaze locked onto his.
"I give you my word," he placed a small kiss on the back of her hand, her smile wide and her heart filled with love.
They spent the remainder of there date talking, laughing, drinking and Elena couldn't remember a single time in her life when she was as happy as this; they had moved their chairs together and entangled themselves into each other, her leg was wrapped around his under the table, his arm was resting across the back of her chair and their free hands where held in a tight grasp.
The wine was almost gone and closing time had neared, they had sipped at what was left, laughed and talked a lot more and it was time to settle the bill; Elijah quickly took care of it and escorted her outside, there arms linked as he returned her to the car.
"Elijah, I don't have the words to tell you how much tonight meant to me," she said, her tone of voice filled with love and happiness, "it was everything, thank you."
"The nights not over yet," he smirked, before starting the car and taking off back into the city; Elena was surprised, it was getting late and she didn't want to raise any suspicion, so she took out her phone and opened the Mikaelson group chat.
"Staying with Davina tonight guys, we're having a great time, so don't worry, be back in the morning," she hit send and placed the phone in her lap; she instantly heard Elijah's phone buzz and she realised he had received it too.
It appeared on the small screen beside the steering wheel and they both chuckled lightly, she'd consumed enough wine to laugh at her cover story and the responses started coming through.
"Be careful, Elena, call if you land into trouble," she read out the text from Klaus, slightly amused at his intensity.
"Can I come?" She could feel the smirk attached to the message from Kol and laughed, Elijah just rolled his eyes in response.
"Still can't believe you didn't invite me to girls night, I'm truly hurt," sarcasm filled Rebekah's text and the amusement continued.
And when they pulled up at a red light, Elijah took out his phone and sent her a text, it was less suspicious if he responded too, otherwise he would be called and questioned on his whereabouts all night.
"Be careful, Elena and enjoy yourself," he hit send and it appeared on the group chat, she smiled and returned her phone to her purse, giving him her undivided attention once again.
"So, where are we going?" She asked, her curiosity overcoming her.
After the drive back and manoeuvring through the streets of the French Quarter, Elijah had circled around to ensure none of his siblings where about before parking up and climbing out, remaining a true gentleman to Elena; he held her hand and guided her down a long alleyway until they reached a discreet and old looking door at the end.
He opened it and stepped aside, she dipped her head slightly at him and smiled, "thank you, kind sir."
"Of course, my lady," they chuckled slightly as they entered and she was hit with a loud burst of Jazz music; she stared around the room with a twinkle in her eyes as she saw at least 50 people all dance around to the band that was on the stage.
"This is incredible," she didn't have to talk loud at all, even with the drowning music, her date was a vampire and he heard her perfectly well; he took her hand and spun her out, twirling her back into him and holding her in position; they danced there way over to the bar and settled there for a few minutes.
"I am thoroughly surprised," she said, a wide grin appearing on her lips.
"Do you like it?" He talked louder but the music drowned him out,
"What?" She responded, holding her ear towards him with her hand behind it.
He only laughed as he watched her struggle but she couldn't go on like this all night; she closed her eyes for a long moment, seeing a candle flame light in the corner, Elijah knew she was doing magic, he watched as she brought her hand to her ear and twinkled her fingers slowly next to it.
"Better," she said with a smirk.
"What did you do?" He asked curiously as he held up two fingers to the bartender.
"Amplified hearing, you won't have to yell at me all night now," she watched as the bartender brought them over two bourbons, one with ice and one without, she held it up to Elijah, "to a perfect night."
He tapped his glass against hers and she turned around, resting her back against the bar and taking in her surroundings completely; the building itself had seen better days, it was run down and the furniture seemed to match but there was so much life in one room, that her Empath gift was off the charts, everyone was so happy and excited and all they did was dance and laugh with each other, not a speck of hate in the room. The band was amazing, they held the audience with ease and pumped a great energy into the room, she always loved the sax and jazz music, she was in her element.
At some point in her deep contemplation and admiration, Elijah had disappeared from beside her and took over on the piano, a gasp of shock escaped her lips when saw him play it effortlessly, the music was upbeat and the patrons roared with excitement; they began moving across the floor, engaging in a popular dance from the 20s the Charleston.
A young gentleman had saw her standing by the bar, completely still and she was the only one who wasn't dancing, this must have been unacceptable because he had bopped his way over to her and took her hand, twirling her into the crowd and dancing with her; she laughed and joined in, she was no expert at dancing but she'd seen videos, she knew the steps.
Elijah watched her with adorning eyes, grinning as she spun and kicked her legs out with a fire in her step, her arms moving in perfect sync with everyone else in the bar; the gentleman had spun her into him and there bodies dipped forward and back quickly, there feet moving in sync as the women with partners where all spun out into another, this whole place was alive and she embraced it all.
She got so excited when Elijah ended the song with his fingers trailing across the entire length of the keyboard, that her gift couldn't contain it and it popped a light bulb above the bar when the song came to a stop but everyone cheered, believing there dancing and enthusiasm caused the sparks to ignite and twinkle down around them.
The jazz band started up again almost immediately after and Elijah had appeared beside her and swept her up in his arms, twirling her and landing her back onto her feet with grace; she instantly crashed her lips onto his and poured all of her passion and heat into it, his hands slipped around her waist and her back arched, he was leaned over her slightly and they couldn't be any closer.
They danced the night away, drank unforgivable amounts of liquor and embraced the crowds of people surrounding them; they met new people, took in a whole culture of music and life, and she didn't think it was possible to fall more in love with him than she already did but she was obsessed.
After a long few hours, they stumbled out of the bar, everyone had waved them out and she hadn't stopped laughing and waving; the fresh air hit her mercilessly and she lost her balance slightly, her ankle gave way and she thought she was going to hit the floor with a bang but Elijah had caught her, she stared up into his eyes as he dipped over her and in that moment, she saw a side to him that was completely uncontrolled and free, like this was his true self and she brought it out of him in the most perfect way.
She kissed his lips softly before he returned them to an upright standing position and he couldn't help but twirl her to the music that was fading in the background; he slipped his arm around her waist and they somewhat walked through the alley but even Elijah felt an effect to the bottles of scotch he consumed.
"You sir, are in no fit state to drive," she grinned, pointing her finger towards the car and shaking her head slightly, "I'll find us a taxi back to the compound."
"There's one more surprise," he smirked, a small laugh escaping his lips, "and it's within walking distance."
"I'm intrigued," she exclaimed before he held her tight in both arms before disappearing into the night; the sudden blast of wind and the way he held her brought her a whole different type of intoxication and she was consumed.
Moments later, they arrived outside of a small hotel with a sign that read 'Omni Royal Orleans Hotel', it was beautiful, it had bright white walls, beautiful archways and cast iron balconies, flowers hung from the pillars and the windows where large and Victorian looking.
"You got us a hotel?" She asked, before he opened the door for her and stepped aside slightly, allowing her to pass through first; he went to check in and procured the keys to their suite. She was pleasantly surprised when he had arranged for them to stay in the penthouse, she was in a complete state of luxury living.
He lead her to the elevator and pressed the button, her gaze upon him had completely changed, her once loved up and chaste stare had turned more lustful and filled with desire; once the elevator had dinged and opened the door, they walked in calmly and pressed the button to the top floor.
As soon as the door closed, they joined like magnets, he lifted her onto his waist and she clung to him with all of her strength; her back landed on the wall behind her and her hands rummaged and pulled at his hair and neck.
Once the doors opened, he sped them out of the elevator and towards their room; without even breaking their kiss, he swiped the card and kicked open the door, he moved like a blur across the room, her back colliding with the wall as she pushed his blazer off his shoulders, allowing it to fall on the floor beside him.
His hand smoothed up her thigh and squeezed at her with a desperation as he buried his face in her neck; a small moan elicited from her lips and her head tilted backwards but he only ravaged at her more.
He blurred across the room to a chest of drawers in the bedroom, holding her effortlessly with one arm as he sat her on it, her legs still perfectly clinging to his back as she began undoing the buttons on his shirt; his hand smoothed down her neck and across her shoulder until the strap on her dress fell and he trailed soft kisses along her skin.
Her heart raced the entire time and her stomach was a mess of butterflies and nervousness but this was her soulmate, the only man she had ever loved with such a passion that even the earth couldn't contain it; what was once an emptiness inside of her was now filled with love and light and it changed her whole life for the better.
She pushed his shirt over his shoulders and it fell from him smoothly, his bare chest pressed against her as he moved the other strap on her dress; it slid down her body and revealed her bra, it was a black strapless and made completely from lace, he kissed along the top of it and buried himself in her cleavage.
He moaned on her lips softly as her nails dug into the skin on his back and felt her legs pull him in closer; he admired her beauty and his desire was raw and primal, his once forbidden love for the Petrova doppelgänger was portrayed all over him, her compassion melted the ice encased on his heart and she had returned a light to his life that he thought long dead.
She jumped down from the cabinet and turned around so her back was facing him, she moved her hair away from the zip on her dress and he slowly slid it down, his lips trailing soft kisses along the back of her neck as the dress slipped down the remainder of her body, revealing the matching lace panties. His arm wrapped around her front and he devoured her neck in kisses once again, her arm lifting to entangle her fingers in his hair.
She couldn't help but move her hips slightly against him and a low growl escaped his lips at the contact; she turned around and lead him to the bed behind him, she sent a surge of power through to her hand and pushed him back onto it with speed, he watched her with animalistic eyes as she stood in front of him, almost naked and her feet still strapped in her heels.
She slid onto him, her legs straddling his waist as she undone the button to his pants and pushed them down effortlessly; he kicked them off his legs completely and the boxers followed, leaving nothing but her panties between them.
He grabbed a hold of her hips and spun them around so she was beneath him, the heels on her shoes digging there way down his back gently as he slipped off the only piece of fabric between them; her heart pounded through her chest as he slowed down completely, his fingers trailing across her entire body delicately and emitting sparks within her. He gently placed soft kisses along her lower stomach and his hands smoothed over her butt and onto her thighs as he buried himself into her most sensitive area.
A series of moans burst from her lips as he swirled his tongue around her, his teeth nibbling at her and his fingers playing with her entrance; she was consumed with pleasure and she clung to the sheets beside her as she felt the heat rise within her, her hips bucked and pushed themselves further into him and she began to tense and clench around him.
But he loved to see her writhe uncontrollably beneath him so he put more force into his actions and her moans became louder, like music to his ears that encouraged him further; her back arched in a definitive curve and she thought she would draw blood if her heels dug any more into his back but she was lost in pleasure and sent over the edge, reaching her highest climax, her whole body began to tremble around him but he didn't stop, it took only a few forceful pumps of his fingers and a swirling of his tongue over her clit to send her into her ecstasy once again.
She felt a breeze of cold air across her now throbbing area as he pulled away from her and towered over her body but when she felt his erection against her, she crashed her lips onto his and lead him into a sitting crisscross position, playing hard to get, she continued to tease him and moving her hips on him but stopping when he just about felt her entrance.
Her hands clung to his back and she trailed soft kisses down his chest and onto his stomach, her tongue swiping at his tip and her fingers wrapping around him; to see this side of Elena was enticing, she held all of the control and she was committing an act he thought her too delicate to do, oh how he was mistaken.
He felt her mouth encompass him, her tongue swirling around him as she moved up and down on him in a slow motion; a loud groan escaped as she moved her lips around him faster and he grasped at her desperately.
He lifted her onto his waist and she wrapped her legs around him tight, there bodies rubbed against each other as her hands clung to his hair for stability; his mouth grazed up her the centre of her breasts and landed on her mouth, his tongue massaging against her fuelled with passion and lust.
Her breathing was heavy and everything within her ached for him, she felt him press against her and now, he was tormenting her; she was practically begging, her want for him exceedingly distasteful as she clung to him and kissed with a ferocious lust.
He put her internal suffering to an end and he thrust his hips onto her, sliding himself perfectly inside her; her nails dug into the skin on his back and they moaned simultaneously on each others lips as he fully fit into her emptiness, making them one. The room was filled with there noises and the scent of them, it radiated around her and sent him wild, the taste of her on his lips and the desperation between them only heightening their euphoric state.
She lowered her hips on him with force and slid her body upwards against him in a slow and drawn out motion, over and over again until she had to bite on her lips to stop the screams of pleasure.
She rocked her hips on him, feeling him pump inside her over and over again; his speed, his forcefulness and his entire length disappearing within her over and over again as she was panting, grabbing at every inch of him out of desperation and want. And for a single moment, he looked at her, truly looked at her, staring deep into her eyes and showing her the emotion and vulnerability within him, his fingers caught a loose hair across her lips and tucked it back, revealing the heat of her skin and desire etched into her facial features before kissing her so delicately, a gentleness within him he thought long dead.
Her entire body shook and trembled around him as he thrusted into her perfect spot repeatedly, she could feel the climax build up inside her again and again and a low groan rumbled in his throat when she clenched around him, reaching her ecstasy and feeling her lubricate her walls. It send him wild and over the edge, he pumped harder and faster until he exploded inside her, there moans loud and in sync as he grasped at her endlessly, there kiss unbroken as they came down together.
He lay her down on the bed, still completely entangled in each other as he kept her safely wrapped up in his arms; his fingers trailed the length of her cheek as he started into her hues, his face softened when he saw how truly perfect and poised she was and he knew she had him, completely.