Noah stirred in his sleep, her eyes slowly opening as sun filled his bedroom suit. Then he looked down, a grin spreading over his bearded face.

Celine was in his arms, cuddled close like a kitten reveling in the comfort of his mother. A blissful smile curved her angelic face with blonde curls resting on her forehead.

He raised his hand and caressed her cheek and push some loose blonde curls behind her ears.

Damn! He had taken her over and over again all night, in every way that was possible. It had been the most blissful night of sex he'd ever had, but at the same time, he knew he'd done it to push her away. At least in theory: but to his dismay, she had responded in kind, with the same passion, to all his kinky ways.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. So he needed to try harder. This night needed to be forgotten. It could be done, but he knew that a side effect was that she'd ruined him for any other woman. He was at the point where he could become a priest and be celibate for the rest of his life.

Growling, he closed his eyes as the memory of going down on her for the first time almost made him come again. Fuck it, she was perfection! But he knew already, he had always known that Celine Mikaelson was his ideal fantasy become reality. What was the problem then? Well, the damn problem was that she was his fucking goddaughter! He had spent the whole night fucking his goddaughter!

She suddenly awoke, her eyes popping open. Then she smiled at him and raised a hand to stroke his chin and murmur his name, that was music to his ears. "Noah…"

He nodded and turned his head to avoid her intense and burning gaze. But she wasn't letting it go.

"What it is, my love?" She asked, her voice full of worry as she turned on to her stomach and watched him.

"Nothing," he shrugged and turned away, grabbing his cellphone to see what time it was. "It's getting late," he remarked. "I think you should go on your way to home or school or wherever it is you go during the day." He gently moved away from her and got out of bed.

"Are you kidding me?" She cried, pulling the silk sheet over herself as she sat up. "Noah Morningstar, is that how you're gonna do this, after fucking me all night?"

"How do you want me to do it?" Noah snapped as he put on his boxers and dressed himself.

She got out of bed, wrapping the sheet around herself. "I want you to act like a man," she spat "Like a fucking man, who…" She stopped and grabbed the tulle that had rolled off the bed. "A man who took my virginity last night!" She raised the fabric that was covered with a very obvious red stain.

"You don't need to be crude to make your point, Celine," Noah spat. He pulled the fabric out of her hands, blushing furiously and throwing it on a nearby chair.

Noah started pacing back and forth, nervously running a hand through his curly hair.

"Oh, believe me, I haven't even started yet!" She lashed out. "And look at me when I'm talking to you, Noah! Do you hear me?!"

"Oh, I hear you," he shot back. "They could hear you in the arctic! But what do you want me to say? Do you want me to apologize for fucking you all night? That it should have never happened in a million years? Sure, all right. It shouldn't have!"

Tears filled her eyes. "That's…that's not what I wanted to hear, Noah. I didn't come here to make trouble. I only wanted to…to help." Celine took a deep breath and sniffled.

Noah shrugged, although there was pity in his eyes as he reached out to touch her shoulder, but she scowled and leaned back out of the way.

"I…I suppose I deserve that," he nodded. "I know you want more, Celine. But this is all I can give you now. Don't you understand how I feel? How…how sickening it is to know I fucked my goddaughter? Can you imagine what I'm going through now?" He hit his fists against his chest.

"No, Noah," she shook her head, chin up and meeting his gaze without blinking. "What you've done is fuck the woman you want more than life itself. We both know that deep down you realize I'm not your goddaughter anymore." She paused. "Well, you don't see me that way." She put her hands on her hips. "Don't you tell me I'm wrong."

He averted his gaze, looking down at the floor.

"We need to put this behind us and stay away from each other for a while." He tried to speak kindly.

"And what will you do? Go back to escorts?" She asked dryly. "I hope you realize that no matter who you go to bed with, they'll never make you as hard as I did."

"Oh, for fuck's sake, Celine! You don't need to say things like that!" He put his head in his hands.

"Why?" Celine pressed. "It's nothing you were against last night!" She shrugged.

"Do you even realize what we did?" He spat angrily.

"Yes," Celine nodded. "We fucked every way a person can! I sucked you dry, you spanked me and sucked on my breasts, you bit me everywhere, and I've never been so wet or had such strong orgasms! And I know for a fact that it was the same for you!"

"Oh, fuck," he rubbed his eyes and blushed bright red. "You're such a pain!"

"A pain that won't leave your system now that you've tasted me!" She shot back through clenched teeth.

"You know your father will kill me for this, don't you?" He hissed.

"Then how about you marry me?" She cried. "He'll have no reason to throw a fit if you make an honest woman out of me!" She grinned widely, very proud of herself.

"What?" His jaw dropped "Why would you want to be married to someone like me? I spent the whole night taking advantage of you in my bed?"

She shook her head and closed her eyes. He was beginning to give her a headache. "You're such an idiot!"

"I guess that's something we can agree on," he sighed wearily.

"But I'm in love with you, Noah!" She admitted as tears rolled down her cheeks. "You are the one I want more than anyone else. We're meant for each other! After last night, I want more. I want to explore everything with you."

He stood frozen in front of her, eyes looking into her teary ones, then shook his head. "I'm sorry. That's impossible!"

"Well, what if I'm pregnant!" She spat indignantly. "Are you thinking about that as you stand in front of me and pity yourself?"

"No," he shook his head. "You're not."

"How do you know?" She pressed.

"Because I know you as well as I know myself, Celine. You wouldn't give birth to a child without the father by your side."

She swallowed and now it was her turn to look away from him.

"You have a kind heart," he told her. "You wouldn't do that to your children."

She sniffled and brushed her tears away, then knelt to pick up a bag that was near her bed on the floor. It had her clothes in it. "Fine, don't bother me, call me, or see me ever again!" She warned him, then marched to the door of the master suite, then opened it and slammed it behind her.

"Fuck," Noah whispered, falling to his knees. He'd fucked up. He'd lost her for good now…

"I said stop following me around everywhere!" Michelle spat in Nico's face and poked him in the chest.

Klaus looked up from where he was sitting on the sofa with a book. Angelica, who was moving some knickknacks around, looked up too.

"You listen to me, Princess, I will follow you around as long as you're carrying my son!" Nico spat and pushed her hand away.

"Bite me, you smelly wolf," she spat, making her way through the living room to reach the stairs with Nico close on her heels.

"Isn't that sweet, Angel?" Klaus smirked. "Young love!"

"Oh, are you crazy?" Angie shook her head. "They're gonna kill each other in no time with the snapping at each other and exchanging insults all day. How is that love for you?" She raised an eyebrow and straightened up a pile of magazines.

"Well, I think the insults are hiding the true passion they have for each other," he replied with a grin. "Do you remember when we were like that?"

"No, I don't remember that at all," she lied through her teeth, turning to hide a smile and a blush in her cheeks.

"Oh, come on, Angel. You couldn't even look at me. You thought I was a good for nothing hybrid," he protested, shaking his head.

"What's your point?" She asked with a grin. "You're still a good for nothing hybrid."

"But you thought I was good looking," he told her with a wink.

"Maybe," she blushed more and smirked.

She walked passed him to reach the large bookcase to put the magazines on the shelf. He took advantage of her closeness to look her over, her long, lovely legs and perfect, round ass that was clothed in tiny mint-colored shorts.

"Are those new shorts?" He asked with a smile.

"Stop looking at my ass, Mikaelson!" She warned him, turning and narrowing her eyes.

"Give me a break, Angel," he pouted. "Looking is all I can do since you don't want me to touch you."

She rolled her eyes and crossed her arms in front of her chest. "What in the world are you reading, anyway?"

He turned the book so that she could see the front cover. "How to Seduce a Woman and Get Her in Your Bed by Joseph Brown. Well, isn't that a blunt title. But at least you've found a way to pass your time," she said perniciously.

"I guess you're right," Klaus heaved a dramatic sigh. "Though…" he gave her puppy eyes. "Any idea when we might, you know…bow chicka bow wow?"

"Oh, sure!" Angie nodded. "How about never!"

"Oh, come on!" Klaus cried and threw the book down on the coffee table and rose to his feet. "I know you, Angel…" he grabbed her wrist to pull her close, his hands cupping her round ass. "You must be horny enough to lie awake at night."

Angelica scoffed. "Oh, not in the slightest! She pulled her arm away and held him at a distance. "And I know you too, Mikaelson. "You'll find another way to get me pregnant with another baby so you can call me yours!"

This made him burst out laughing. "Oh, please, Angel! You've been mine for a long time. Don't try to deny it. As for another baby, if we're careful, there's no reason for us not to start having sex again. The doctor cleared you."

"How do you know that?" She asked, chin raised. "You certainly haven't asked my grandfather."

Klaus winced. "You got that right. It's gonna snow in hell when I talk to him about our sex life!"

"Speaking of Grandpa…" her eyes lit up excitedly.

"Oh, I'm very excited!" Klaus imitated her.

"You are?" She asked with a smile.

"No!" Klaus shook his head. "Nothing about your grandfather excites me."

"Well, try to get excited anyway," Angelica enthused as she fluffed some pillows on the sofa and gave him a wide smile. "Because I invited Grandma and Grandpa to dinner next week! The good ones, I mean…not the ones I hate."

Klaus froze, stared at her open-mouthed, then held his head with both hands. "Tell me this is a joke. If you say that it's a joke, I promise not to mention sex at all for the next six months!" He made his most innocent face. "Please?"

"No, sorry," she shook her head. "They're coming and no buts about it. You and Victoria mean the world to me, but the rest of my family does too. I've already lost my father because I chose you over him. I won't lose my grandpa too."

"Oh, don't talk bullshit, Angel," Klaus rolled his eyes. "I had nothing to do with your father choosing to be an idiot and ruining your relationship. And besides, it was a good thing. You finally realized that you're a smart, capable, beautiful woman and there's more out there waiting for you than Daddy's approval."

"You…you think all that about me?" She softened a little taken aback as she gave him a smile.

I'll agree if you cancel the dinner or if you only invite Sarah." His face was hopeful, and he had his hands folded in prayer.

"No, they're both coming, and you'll behave, Mr. Mikaelson!" She hit his shoulder with her fist.

"Ouch!" He cried like a baby. "I'm in such pain! Will you kiss me and make it better?"

"No," She shook her head. "Go to hell!"

"Will you let me pee and shower in peace?" Michelle spat at Nico, pushing the bathroom door in his face so he couldn't follow.

"No!" He put his foot in the doorway. "Not in a room with a window!"

Are you fucking kidding me?" She asked, wide-eyed "What do you think I'm gonna do? Jump from the window into the yard and completely ignore the fact that I'm pregnant?"

He rolled his eyes, then looked at her prominent belly that was covered by her hand.

Damn, she was showing now. He knew that it would go more rapidly than a human pregnancy, but it was still unbelievable!

He kicked the door open, forcing her to take a few steps back as he slammed the door behind hm.

"What are you doing?" She asked nervously.

Nico shrugged, taking a step forward so there was very little space between them, then slowly placed his hand over her belly, burying his gaze in Michelle's. Feeling the heartbeats of his baby, their baby, pounding in gentle rhythm.

"I can feel his heartbeat," he murmured to Michelle, feeling he should say something, even though he wasn't sure whether she cared or not.

"He's really growing," she responded as her breath picked up.

"Did you just refer to the baby as 'he'?" Nico grinned and decided to push a little, raising his hand to gently caress her breasts.

But his luck quickly ran out as she froze and then slapped him.

"What the fuck, Michelle?" He frowned and rubbed his cheek.

"What are you doing?" She poked his chest angrily. "Did I say you could touch me? I don't think I did!"

"Well, I thought we were having a nice moment and…"

"If we were, which I doubt, what makes you think feeling me up is a good way to keep it going?" She narrowed her eyes and tapped her foot, waiting to see what he said next.

He narrowed his eyes. "if you would have said that in the beginning, I wouldn't have touched you. I wouldn't even have glanced in your direction, Princess! But no, you just made a big show, growling like a demon in heat because you wanted me to fuck you so bad! How do you think you go pregnant?"

"Oh, how dare you!" She stomped her feet, hands balled into fists on either side of her body. "I was bored, okay? You were available! Don't think for a second that there's more to it than that."

"Oh, yes, Nico, harder!" Nico imitated her in a high voice. "Go deep inside of me and suck my breasts!"

She growled and pounded on his chest. "Go to hell!"

"Oh, yeah?" He grabbed both her arms and forcefully pulled her to him, sliding his hand down her neck before crashing his lips on hers.

She squirmed, trying to free herself, then let out a moan as he deepened the kiss. Mere seconds later, he pushed her against the wall, pulling down her blouse so he could kiss down her neck, her hands buried in her blonde hair. He pushed the lace of her bra aside to bite fully into her nipple, a cry of pleasure escaping her.

When they heard a discreet cough, they pulled apart in a hurry as Michelle tried to readjust her blouse while Klaus watched with amusement from front the doorway.

"What did we say about having sex in this house?" He asked calmly.

"Oh, Grandpa, it's nothing really, I was just about to take a shower…" Michelle did her best to spit out an explanation.

Klaus raised an eyebrow and leaned against the wall. "You know this isn't going to bother me, but her…not so much.

Nico and Michelle went pale as a very angry Angelica Morningstar stood behind Klaus and glared at them.

"What did I say about sex in my house?" She hissed, hands balled into fists on either side of her waist.

"Ms. Morningstar, we….we….I'm very sorry," Nico told her to try and catch a break.

"Well, if you are, the grass has to be mowed. Do it now," Angie demanded, raising her voice.

"Yes, ma'am, Nico nodded and rushed out of the bathroom without another word.

Michelle stared at the for a moment, then cleared her throat. "I'll go to my bedroom now," she said. "I can shower later. Excuse me." Then she rushed outside herself, just as Nico had.

Once she was gone, Klaus burst into laughter. "I think you've scared the children."

"Did I?" Angelica asked, smiling proudly.

"Yes," Klaus grinned, giving her a wink. "I think it's very sexy. We could take a shower as long as we're here and I could show you just how proud of you I am!

"Oh, not a chance!" Angelica snapped, turning on her heel and stomping away as his laughter rang in her ears.

Natalie Mikaelson entered her apartment that was down the hall from her mother and uncle, then heaved a sigh, threw her keys on the table, and hung up her leather jacket. It had been a challenging few weeks for her, to put it lightly, since his father's trial had made things between her and Milo more than a little rocky.

She'd tried several times to talk to him and assure him she loved him for him and urged him not to carry all his father's crap on his shoulders, but he'd avoided her, excusing himself no matter what time of day, to do mysterious errands that left her alone in the apartment.

Dragging herself to the small living room/dining space, she froze and frowned as she heard laugher. Then she turned the corner and came to an abrupt halt. Her boyfriend, Milo Morningstar, was making out with a strange blond on their sofa!

"It tickles, Milo," the blonde chuckled, and then straddled him.

Natalie closed her eyes and tried to stop herself from crying or throwing up. Then, after taking a deep breath, she opened her eyes, crossed her arms, and coughed loudly.

That made Milo finally realize that he and his friend were no longer alone and he quickly pushed her off him, causing her to stumble on the carpet.

"Hey, watch it, will you? Do you have any manners at all?" She snapped. Then she looked up and saw Natalie.

Milo's eyes widened and he jumped to his feet. "Natalie, what are you doing here?" He then quickly began to dress.

"Why wouldn't I be here?" Natalie asked dryly, eyes narrowed. "I mean, you've obviously forgotten that this is first and foremost my apartment!"

"What?" The blonde asked, clueless. "Milo, you didn't tell me you had a roommate!"

"He did," Natalie nodded, eyes narrowed. "And a girlfriend. But not anymore. I'm apparently just a meal ticket." She grabbed a crumpled pile of fabric and threw it at the girl. "I assume this is yours. Get dressed, whoever you are, and get the hell out!"

The girl nodded, dressing quickly and grabbing her handbag before giving Milo a wave and a seductive smile. "Call me when you're done with her, okay?" Then she passed Natalie by, making sure to bump into her on the way out and down the corridor, not looking back once.

Once she was gone, Natalie turned her attention back to Milo, glaring at him in silence for a few minutes.

"When…when did you come back?" He asked at last as he ran his fingers through his thick black hair. "I thought you had a class this afternoon."

Natalie scoffed and rolled her eyes. "I'm gonna give you twenty-four hours to gather u all your crap and get he the hell out of my apartment," she spat, then turned on her heel and headed to her bedroom.

"What's that supposed to mean?" He asked as he trotted behind her.

"You're an intelligent guy most of the time," Natalie replied. "I think you know perfectly well what I'm saying." She threw her backpack on her bed and growled in frustration.

"Oh, you mean the blonde?" Milo asked nervously. "What you just saw, it means nothing," he began hopping from foot to foot, unable to stay still. "She threw herself at me and…"

"Really?" Natalie spat. "The best you can come up with to explain away what I just saw was that she threw herself at you? And…and you let her do it in our apartment? On our sofa?"

"Well, she's in one of my classes, and…"

"Stop it!" Natalie yelled. "I think we both know that if I hadn't shown up when I did, you would have just fucked her on the sofa without a second thought for me."

He lowered his head, his cheeks red with shame. What could he say to that? She was right.

"How many other girls have there been?" She asked. "And be honest with me. I at least deserve that much. Has it been two? Six? Ten?"

"No, she was the…" he trailed off.

"The first one?" Natalie finished for him. "The first one, my ass! What kind of an idiot do you take me for, Milo Morningstar? You really are like your father. I'm just mad that I didn't see it earlier."

Milo paled at the insult but stood up a little straighter. "I tried to tell you, lots of times. But you didn't listen!"

"Oh I know it very well, now," Natalie assured him, brushing away the hot tears that were soaking her cheeks. "Just…just you get out of my apartment and out of my life, Milo!"

"But…but Natalie, where am I gonna go?" He asked desperately. "I know I really fucked up, but I don't have…"

You should have thought of that before you caused all this trouble!" Natalie snapped. "I'm sure that you have girlfriends or boyfriends or one night stands you can mooch off of. Or go back to your father's mansion. I'd suggest Noah, but I doubt my aunt would let you stay once she finds out how you treated me." She turned her back to him and began tidying up the room.

"I…I can't," he shook his head. "Can't I stay here?"

"As a roommate, sure," Natalie nodded. "But you'll owe me a thousand a month!" She crossed her arms and raised her chin, unwavering.

"A thousand dollars?" Milo cried. "Where am I supposed to get that kind of money?"

"I can think of some places," Natalie shrugged. "I mean it's not like you don't have a big bank account in your name."

"That's all from my father and I won't take a penny of his now!" Milo told her through clenched teeth.

"That's not problem," Natalie shook her head. "As of right now, you have two options: You either go bother someone else or you pay me rent. It's up to you."

Milo kept his head down, unable to look into the eyes of the woman he loved and hurt so badly.

But she didn't let him have that luxury for long. Soon, she was standing in front of him and staring into his eyes. "I was never good enough for you, was I? Not pretty enough, not rich enough, not enough anything to stand by your side when you had so many other options."

He looked down again, not saying a word.

"That's what I thought," she sighed. "Thank you for clearing up for me." Then she turned on her heel and left the apartment, and when she was gone, Milo finally let himself speak to the empty room.

"Oh, Natalie, you were more than enough! You're everything! And you deserve so much better than me!"

Kol entered his and Amy's penthouse and shut the door firmly behind him before throwing his keys on a table by the door. "Amy?" He called in a soft voice.

Since their son, Froy, had been born, they'd been very careful not to wake him up after he'd been put to bed, which was usually around seven at night. Once he was tucked in, he slept very soundly in his nursery.

Kol didn't hear a reply from Amy, but it didn't bother him. Amy was probably busy…doing some work or washing some of Froy's clothes. She was his wife, his woman…and no one would take her away from him!

He headed to the large living room and saw that some candles had been set up around the room and lit. Then he looked up and froze, dumbfounded.

"Hello, husband," Amy greeted him with a grin, leaning against the wall in a very sensual pose, something he hadn't seen in a while, but he wasn't going to mention it and snap her out of whatever she was doing. It was too enjoyable.

"Amy…" he whispered, his heart pounding loud enough that he was sure she could hear it.

She was dressed…well, sure she was dressed but not in much. She could have been naked front of him for all the difference her outfit made. An outfit that was definitely affecting him below the belt.

She wore a see-through lace body suit with patches of lace set strategically over her nipples and between her legs. A deep neckline was showing off her breasts, much fuller from nursing. Her long, beautiful legs were smooth, and she wore a gorgeous pair of black high heeled pumps. Her red hair as loose and falling over her shoulders.

"Where…where did you get all this?" He got out. "Why…?"

"I saw the doctor today," she made her way toward him, a grin on her lips as she slowly licked the bottom one. "And I have some news for you: He told me we could start having sex again."

Kol's breathing picked up as he closed the space between them "What are you doing, woman?" He then laughed as she nibbled on his earlobe before peeling off his t-shirt and caressing the skin of his stomach. Then she got on her knees, nipping the skin, and gently lapping the blood up before it could stain his clothes as he focused on not bursting out of his jeans.

"What are you doing?" He groaned. "What are you playing at?"

She looked up at him, her hands over his chest and then pulling his shirt off, running her hands over his stomach. "What do you want to play?" she whispered in his ear and bit the earlobe.

"Amy, you're driving me mad with desire. Please, please don't play games with me," he begged. "Especially of it's not real."

She grabbed his belt buckle and undid his belt before unzipping his jeans and sliding her hands down his boxers and grab his length.

"Does it seem like I'm playing with you?" She whispered and bit into his jawline as she stroked him hard, her thumb circling his shaft. "Do you like this, Kol?"

The pleasure of it caused him to let out a guttural growl. He then cupped her breasts and stroked her nipples.

"The doctor has given me the green light to have sex and…I want nothing more than to be fucked hard by my husband because…" she spoke on top of his parted lips.

"Because…" Kol murmured, sliding his hand down her stomach and pushing the delicate fabric of her panties aside to stroke her. "Fuck," he breathed. "You're so wet!"

"Because," she moaned. "Because I'm so deeply in love with you that it hurts!" She bit her bottom lip.

"Froy?" He asked about their son, just to be sure he was taken care of for the night, even as he took two fingers and thrusted rapidly inside her.

"Oh…oh, that feels good," she admitted. "So good!" She rested her head against the wall, eyes closed and mouth open as she reveled in the pleasure he was giving her. "Don't…don't worry about Froy. He's sleeping."

"Good," Kol whispered. "Come for me now, Amy," he then stroked her clit with his thumb.

It didn't take long after that for her to climax and fall into his arms.

"Good girl," he chuckled as held her. "Now you're ready for me to be buried inside you all night!" He smiled at the sudden blush that colored her cheeks before he picked her up. "Look at you, blushing."

"I can't help it that you have that effect on me," she told him, kissing him gently and caressing the nape of his neck. "I love you so much, Kol, but I'm not used to being so…so…"

"Sexual?" Kol finished. "I know, darling. But I'm not sure you'll love me so much tomorrow morning after what I plan to do with you all night." He winked and carried her to their room, opening the door with his foot.

"I'm sure you're wrong," she replied, bursting into laughter as he threw her on the bed. "I'm sure I'll love you even more."

"So…what now?" Kol asked, his dark eyes gleaming.

"Get naked," Amy told him. "No doing it only halfway for either of us. Not after so long."

"Wel, when you put it that way…" Kol began to do a little dance as he stripped off his jeans and boxers, enjoying the hungry look in her eyes as he did so. "So…are you going to undress now?"

"I could," Amy smiled back. "But I thought it would be more fun if you did it for me!"

Kol chuckled and peeled off what she was wearing (which wasn't very much), staring at her naked body with an intensity that made her blush again.

"Don't you look at me like that," he grinned, nuzzling her neck and parting her legs to rub her.

"Wait!" She whispered wide eyed. "Wait a second!"

"What?" Kol asked. "You started this. Don't tell me you want to stop now."

"Oh, of course I don't, but…" she waved her hand and smiled. "There. Now we won't wake up Froy." She threw her arms around his neck and kissed him. "Carry on."

"Are you planning on making a lot of noise?"

"I don't know," Amy smirked. "That's up to you, isn't it?"

"I guess you're right," Kol nodded. "No more waiting."

Amy then let out a cry as he entered her with quick thrust after quick thrust. "Yes, finally!" She cried. "Please, Kol, faster!"

"I don't know if I can go any faster," he told her.

She smiled and stuck her tongue out at him. "Then what good are you?"

"I think someone deserves a bite for that," he told her with a smirk. "Pleasing you has made me hungry!"

"You wouldn't!" Amy challenged. Then let out a cry as he not only sank his fangs into her neck, but also started thrusting again at the same time.

Finally, both exhausted and covered in blood, they lay beside one another and tried to catch their breath.

"That…" Amy cleared her throat. "I think that was a good start after so long."

"Are you all right?" Kol asked, kissing her cheek gently. "Did I do too much? Tell me honestly."

"No, you did fine," Amy shook her head. "I enjoyed myself immensely."

"Good," Kol nodded. Then his eyes widened as he felt Amy's hand sneak under the covers and touch him. "You want more?"

"Well, you did promise you'd have your dick in me all night," Amy reminded him.

Kol chuckled and kissed her soundly. "That's right, I did. And you know I never break a promise."