Mystic Falls Love(Is it really?)

The Night Is Young(Smut)

Elena sat at her desk, anxious for Elijah's arrival. She lightly dabbed her cheeks with setting powder, finding no way to pass the time. Finally, after 30 minutes of waiting, Elena heard a knock at the door.

She slowly crept down the stairs, making Elijah eager for her. However, she immediately regretted her decision, seeing as he was pounding recklessly on the door. Elena rushed and opened the door to see a calm, composed, Elijah. Postured and poised to perfection. He began to speak.

"Hello, Elena." He said. Her name rolled off his tongue phonetically with lust.

Suddenly, her confidence was evanesced. All senses of superiority obliterated. What is it about him, she thought, that brings out such fragility in me.

"H-hey Elijah..." She responded, feeling vulnerable.
"I wanted to speak of the events of earlier today." He said, noticing her thinning composure
"Oh... you mean.... when I called you?" She asked, shifting uncomfortably from one foot to the other.
Elijah's Adam's apple bobbed up and down as his mind wandered to the phone call from earlier.

"Yes... I just wanted to know if you were okay, I know that Niklaus was here earlier today." He informed.
"Oh... right." Elena had completely forgotten about Klaus and was now conscious of what he would do to her if she fell through with your lust filled plans. "I'm fine, I just wasn't, um...."

"You weren't...." He paused. "What Elena?" He asked, his voice filled with something Elena couldn't figure out.
"I'm sorry. But I think you should leave."
"Oh, Elena. I don't think you want me to leave."
"I'm sorry." She began to close the door, but he pushed back, stepping into the house.

"I'm sorry too. I have already been invited in." He responded, his eyes dark.
"I..I...b-but...." She stumbled backward, falling. But Elijah caught her in time, pulling her closer to him.
"But what? I want you, Elena." He interlaced their fingers. "I need you." He admitted, an honest look in his eyes. For the first time, he almost looked... vulnerable.

Elena has filled with confidence once again. He needed her. And damn well he was gonna get her. Clothed, or not.

"Well..." She started, biting her lip. "If you really do need me that bad, then I guess I'm gonna have to give you what you want now won't I?" She asked, wrapping her arms around his neck, lips inches apart.
In a minute, Elijah was attacking her lips hungrily, wanting to explore every inch of her with his tongue. But no matter how much he pushed for her to let him in, she wouldn't.

But when he squeezed her ass she moaned, and Elijah took that as an invitation inside her mouth. Suddenly, she was sitting on the kitchen counter, Elijah in between her legs.

Elijah pulled off her shirt and unhinged her bra, leaning down to suck on her nipples. Elena moaned at the sinful pleasure, warmth spreading from her heat throughout her whole body. Elijah licked a stripe down her torso, causing her to quiver.

When he reached the waistband of her pants, the strong scent of her arousal causing all of his blood to rush down to his southern area. He licked his lips and pulled her pants down, internally groaning at the sight of her black lace thong.

"What a naughty girl, were you wearing this for me?" He said through gritted teeth.
"Only for you."
"You, daddy." He looked up at her, veins appearing below his eyes.
"Dinner time."

Elijah shredded her underwear in half and leant down, leaving wet kisses across her hip bones and inner thighs. He tasted her skin like it was a 4 course meal, licking and sucking her upper thigh until he finally located her femoral artery. He laved at her skin before he sunk his fangs into the supple flesh. Elena cried out as waves of pleasure shot up her spine, the feeling was euphoric and her mind was slipping away as she sunk into the feeling. As she looked up she almost moaned at the sight. There elijah was, pure animalistic hunger. Blood pooled in his mouth as he fed, black spiderwebs pulsing under his eyes.