Chapter 7

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They kissed hungrily as he walked them backwards rather clumsily, for a vampire anyway. He was so caught up in her, the way she clung to him, begging him for more.

As they stood at the foot of his bed he pulled his lips from hers earning a groan of disapproval. She looked at him through hooded eyes before carelessly kicking the door shut, smirking as she shoved him down on the bed.

Climbing on top of him she quickly reattached their lips, his hands teasing the soft skin of her thighs as the skirt she wore bunched up around her waist giving him the perfect access. She continued kissing him as his hands rubbed up and down her thighs, fumbling around she slide her hands up his chest and started unbuttoning his shirt.

She felt as his hands started creeping higher and higher, sending shivers down her spine as her anticipation built. She felt that familiar ache between her thighs as he continued stroking her with his skilful hands. Moaning into the kiss she pulled her lips from his, about to remove his shirt as she made contact with his bare chest. She started pushing the piece of material down his shoulders before her phone rang in her pocket causing her to sigh. Deciding to ignore it she carried on until his shirt was completely gone.

Throwing it into the room somewhere she ran her hands down his perfectly muscular chest before pushing him down on the bed so he was now lying underneath her. Crawling up his body she joined their lips in a somewhat sloppy kiss, filled with desire for one another.

Using his strength he flipped them over in one swift movement, bringing his lips to her ear he whispered "You didn't think I was going to let you be on top did you" she looked at him and pouted mischievously before arching her back off the bed, begging for his touch.

He watched her as she lay beneath him. Hair fanned out around her, skin flushed, lips parted slightly. She was begging to be fucked and that was just what he was going to do. Fuck her. Until she couldn't walk. The little Mikaelson witch brought out a completely different type of hunger within him.

His ears perked slightly as he let out a groan of frustration, the noise he had been hearing for the past 10 minutes. He had been trying to ignore it "I think someone wants to get hold of you rather urgently" he told her as he retrieved her phone with only slight difficulty and gave it to her.

3 missed calls from Hayley.

She looked between her phone and him as he straddled her body. Urgh. She internally groaned as she realised she had to call her back but before she could think of anything else her phone began blaring out in her hands.

He could tell from the way she was looking that she needed to answer it "Go on love, answer it" he told her but that wouldn't stop him having his fun.

With a slight frown she answered the call "Hayley"

As she listened she could feel as he mercifully teased her. Hands wandered under her top, stroking the soft skin of her stomach as she practically hummed for him. Oh God. Looking at him she bit her lip trying to concentrate.

"What? N... No ... Okay I'm on my way, don't move" she couldn't miss the look on his face as he realised she had to go. Hanging up she sighed deeply "I need to go" she told him regretfully as he stopped his ministrations and got off of her, letting her get up.

She got up and smoothed her skirt out, straightening her dishevelled clothes as she walked out of his room.

Grabbing her shoes and jacket she gave him one last look before quickly leaving his apartment.

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