Closer

Every last drop

AN: Kol can't get enough of Bonnie, so much so that he's neglecting his own self-appointed priorities.

****trigger warning, the sex scenes are a bit violent and may be triggering. Feel free not to read if that is triggering. After her one-night stand, Bonnie tried to stay away but she couldn't. She learns that she should have.

Kol had gotten an earful from his mother about the Bennett's this, Mikaelson's that. He insisted he was smitten, inciting Mother's rare display of rage. After that, he largely tuned her out but the takeaway was the understanding that his mother was not to hear about him going around with the Bennett girl again. And so she wouldn't, he resolved. He could be discreet in his dealings.

The nameless woman leaned back as Kol worked his tongue on her thighs before he settled on her mound. As Kol jabbed his tongue, she percolated against the pressure. In no time at all, she was gasping and wailing hoarsely as she convulsed at the tip of his quick tongue.

"I need you inside me, now!" She cried.

Kol smirked and slowly slid up her torso, planting a kiss when he was mouth to mouth with her lips. He could still taste the remnants of semen on her lips. He whispered in her ear. "Turn over, and you shall have me,"

She placed her hands on his cheeks, tenderly caressing them.

"I really like eye contact, I wanna see the look on your face when you fuck me," she exhaled.

Kol's eyes darkened with what she presumed was heat when she said that. "Would you care to engage in a little play of extreme thrill seeking through exhibitionism?"

She flashed a wide, toothy smile. "What did you have in mind?"

"The balcony," he donned a smug leer as he led her to his bedroom balcony. "Come darling,"

"The thrill of being exposed out in the open, to the whole neighborhood, while I bring you to the precipice of a small death so earth-shattering, it might overcome you and cause you to stumble into your true death if you aren't careful." He explained as he situated her on the edge of the balcony.

Whatever her name was looked down behind her at the ground of Kol's driveway, which was four stories below them. She looked down and he could hear her heart begin to palpitate. "We're pretty high up,"

Kol caught her chin in his hand. "That's part of the thrill, love. The danger of this compromising situation you've found yourself in,"

His eyes gleamed with something dark as he hooked her legs around his hips and entered her sodden orifice, never breaking his gaze from her eyes. As soon as he was done emptying his release, he bit down on her throat and yanked her legs from him, upsetting her balance. He watched the terror in her eyes as she screamed in her descent.

Downstairs, Kol's housekeeper was just packing her purse when she heard a piercing scream and a moment later a loud thwack of a body smacking against the ground at a high speed. She looked up and walked up to the transparent double doors that were the entrance to Kol's mansion and saw a woman's mangled body that was nude, lying in a pool of blood out in the driveway. The woman's head was twisted at an unnatural angle and blood also trailed down her neck and her cleavage. Her eyes remained open in a haunting death stare.

The intercom buzzed and Kol's voice could be heard over the speaker, saying "Lydia, there's a mess in the west driveway. Be a dear and clean it up."

Kol had an itch that needed to be scratched, the sort of itch that only her touch, her walls, her sweet spot in the center of her could satiate. He was disheartened to discover that Bonnie hadn't contacted him or returned any of his calls. She didn't show up at the bar the next week. Hayley was no help in contacting her either, giving him the worst of her moods since she'd snitched on him the week before at dinner. Eventually, he figured he'd settled for the next best thing, except the woman didn't sate his appetite for Bonnie, not one bit.