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 It had been awhile since Allison had found herself in a man's bedroom.  The last time had been near the end of the relationship with Scott, when they had been fighting desperately to hold onto what they had in the face of everything that was conspiring against them and trying to pull them apart.  

Elijah's bedroom looked nothing like Scott's though.  His room was dark colors and elegant sophistication, not the room of someone between kid and adulthood.  Elijah's room wasn't pieces picked out by a motherly figure but everything that he liked and had chosen on his own.  Standing there in his private sanctuary, Allison had a little more of a glimpse at the mysterious, enigmatic man who was resting nearby.  She wanted desperately to snoop but following him for two weeks had pressed her limits of delving into a man's privacy.  She didn't want to push anymore and upset him.

Especially not when he was most likely feeling just a bit off kilter after being bitten and lost in fever induced dreams while she tended to him.  She had a feeling that he wasn't a man used to admitting weakness or giving too much of himself too freely, no matter what the situation was.  And playing nursemaid to him had been a strange and intimate situation for two people who still didn't really know much about each other.  The noble vampire and the huntress.

"We make an odd pair, don't we?"  She mused out loud, looking over towards his bed.  She could feel the restless energy rolling off of him and she knew he was fighting not to lunge to his feet but she wouldn't let him.  She had even threatened him with a smile.  All of which he had taken in stride and with a tinge of wry amusement.  Maybe because he was still too weak to really argue with her and he was holding himself in check because of what the weakness meant.

"You haven't fed."  She remarked then as she moved towards him, deciding to press into his privacy just enough to sit on the edge of the bed.  "You need too, don't you?"  She saw the flicker of his lashes and the way he clenched his jaw in response which was enough of an answer for her.

Shifting then, she pulled a hair tie from her pocket and went about the task of gathering her dark curls into a haphazard bun at the top of her head.  It was a quick fix to pull all the hair out of the way so she could expose the elegant curve of her neck to him then.  A few tendrils had escaped but she tucked them back impatiently, maybe to hide just a bit of the nerves she was feeling at the moment though she was tucking them back too with a pure sense of will.  

She didn't know how to phrase it then as she looked at him but she figured the a straight forward approach was best.  "Feed on me."

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"It's better me than someone else and you know it." She countered in the same even and practical tone that he was trying to use on her. They were both aware of the fact that she was ignoring it though as she continued to watch him with a clear, conscious gaze.

"Come on." She softened her voice then as she shifted a bit closer. "You need to feed. You've been sick and I know enough to know that took a lot out of you."

"Just do it, okay?" She figured she had more of a hope to stop him than some innocent on the street. "I will be okay."

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"Allison...what you are offering is a very generous gift, but also a gesture with deeply intimate connotations among my kind." Elijah explained as evenly as he could, though his visible tension betrayed the psychological toll that temptation was taking on him.

"I appreciate what you're trying to do, Allison, but feeding is a simple thing I can tend to on my own...I can assure you, my situation is not that dire, and I will not take advantage of a friend for selfish reasons."

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"Elijah." She pursed her lips a little as she looked at him, studying him as she assessed the situation and the effect it was taking in him. She thought maybe she should back off now but Allison had never been the type to do such a thing like that.

"Did you ever think it's just as much for me as you?" She tilted her head again, exposing her neck a little more. "I'm curious about what it feels like. So if you don't show me, I'm going to go out there and find someone else to bite me."

"So? Are you going to feed on me or not?" She arched a brow with a look that said she knew she was being manipulative and yet she didn't care. She was trying to help.

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It was practical and foolish. It was an idiotic form of pragmatism, and Elijah wished to God she was something else in that moment. Less curious, less generous, less practical...less intriguing.

With a deep, shaky sigh of resignation, Elijah let his leg slide down, shifting closer to her. As he watched her face, he very deliberately reached up and tugged her hair loose from its messy knot.

"The experience is what we make of it." he explained, running his fingers through her hair so it fell loose around her shoulders, framing her face attractively, curls resting temptingly against her white throat. "It can be horrifying, agony...it can be as intimate as lovemaking."

Satisfied with his work, Elijah shifted still closer, eyes drawn to her throat as he undid it all by sweeping her hair back to one side, his hand a warm, strong weight against the nape of her neck.

"I promise," he swore, features shifting as his eyes flicked back to her face, blood red and ringed with dark veins under the skin, "I will try to make this as pleasant as possible."

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Hearing the sigh of resignation, Allison shifted to make the positioning of their bodies a little less awkward by drawing her legs up on the bed and curling them against his side. Then she slid her arm across him, resting her hand on his bed beside his hip as he reached out to pull the hair free from the bun she had created. The curls tumbled down over her shoulder wild and free till he smoothed them down again.

Shivering when his fingers combed through her curls again, she let out a little sigh of pleasure that couldn't be contained. She believed him then that they (the vampires) could make the whole experience horribly unpleasant but she didn't think he would. Not right now, right here, with her. She didn't think it was possible at all.

Watching as his eyes went dark, she looked surprised though it was more a look of wonder than fear and she wanted more time to study it but there was none to be had. "Okay." She murmured then, closing her eyes and waiting.

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Encouraged by her reaction to the gentle slide of his fingers through her hair, Elijah kept going, sliding his free hand into her hair, a gentle touch against her scalp as the others curled at her nape, holding her head between his hands...a vulnerable position for her, trapped in an Original's grip.

And she closed her eyes. The trust she placed in him was humbling, and caused something in his chest to give way with a rush of warmth he couldn't control.

"No, no...look at me." he urged quietly, leaning in a little. "I want you to look at me, Allison."

When she opened her eyes, he stared into hers, showing her his vampiric visage. It was one rarely seen, because he didn't let it show. His control was what he was known for, his discipline and composure...but he let her see the monster within, blood-filled eyes and fangs glinting beneath upper lip as he let her look her fill.

"Pay attention." he instructed gently, leaning in further as his own eyes shut. He nuzzled her temple gently, breathing in her scent...the sweetness of shampoo and soap, her natural perfume, the lure of blood beneath that sweet skin.

"Feel me." he whispered against the corner of her jaw, breath feather soft and cool against her skin before he kissed her there, slow and lingering. His fingers continued to move through her hair, gentle and rhythmic...stirring in her every pleasurable sensation he could, drowning her in feeling, saturating her senses as his mouth moved carefully along the curve of her neck.

As his fingers wound gently in her curls, tilting her head back, he wanted her distracted by a pleasing touch so she wouldn't focus on the pain. He wanted her lost but aware, the pleasure of compulsion without actually sublimating her will.

Nuzzling her throat, Elijah's jaw stretched wide as he finally sank his fangs into her pale, fragile skin, holding her close with a lover's infinite care as he began to feed.

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Perhaps shutting her eyes had been a way of keeping herself distant, of blocking out some of what was about to happen, but he didn't let her do that. Instead he bid her to open her eyes again and she was unable to deny him of his wish. Maybe it was meant to scare her but she only felt like she was drowning a little more as she stared into the eyes of the monster only to see the man looking back.

Then it was seduction, plain and simple. There was no stopping the shaky breath that hitched sweetly at the feel of him nuzzling her temple or the way her jaw seemed to tremble as though overwhelmed with chills or emotion. She could smell him too as the scent of his cologne and the scents underneath overwhelmed her. She didn't have the heightened senses that he did but they were filled with him and she wanted to whimper before he even actually bit her.

It was strange then that there was no real sense of pain when he bit. She felt a little pinch the flared briefly and then faded into a warm haze of red that became pleasure. It was slow as it poured through her, filling her with a warmth that she hadn't ever experienced before and she swore to whatever gods there were that she could actually fill him. Moaning softly, she shifted the hand on the bed to his hip as she curled closer, her eyes drifting closed finally as she lost herself in the sensations.

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She tasted like heaven, and how she felt was as much a part of it as anything: sweet and rich and warm on his tongue, moaning softly and twisting closer, clutching at him as if he could keep her from flying apart...

Every instinct in him wanted to shatter her: take her all the way, drain her dry, drink her down until that warmth and sweetness was gone for good.

The hand at her nape slid down her back so Elijah could wrap his arm around her waist, pulling her closer as he lay back in bed and rolled so the bulk of his big body pinned her gently to the mattress. It was a slip in his self control, but as he continued to drink, the arm around her waist slid free so his fingers could glide up and down her side...ghosting over the side of her breast, tracing the skin just under the hem of her shirt, running over her thigh.

He didn't want to take advantage of this strong, sweet young woman...but Elijah wasn't thinking, couldn't think, senses flooded with the warmth of her lovely body and her blood going straight to his head like too much good wine.

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Allison wasn't sure how they shifted and rolled till she was under him but she didn't care as it felt ten times better than seconds before. The pleasure was everywhere now, from where his mouth was on her neck, to the feel of his body pressed against hers and to that hand that was sliding over her.

The little caresses were maddening as they sent slow rolling jolts through her, making something inside of her clench and tremble as she arched up eagerly.

She reciprocated too as her own hand slid down his back, tracing the lines of muscles through the thin fabric of his rarely worn tee shirt. Then she slipped her fingers under the hem to draw her nails lightly over the small of his back, wanting to incite more of a reaction from him so he was hanging on the edge with her.

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Elijah's hand darted around to catch her wrist, pinning it gently to the bed to stop her from repeating the action. That kiss of nails on skin was unexpected...and wonderful, and Elijah could ill afford to test his already fraying sense of control with his teeth in her throat and her body prone beneath his...at his mercy, offering herself up to slake his thirst, begging him with the touch of her fingers and the rake of her nails to satisfy his hunger with the rest of her...

Carefully, Elijah opened his mouth, releasing the grip of his jaw on her throat. His tongue ran over the bite, collecting the blood leeching from the wound, making sure the flow was slowing. He lingered there for a long moment, breath puffing against damp skin as he licked his lips, gathering the blood smeared on his mouth, savoring it.

He felt warm and heavy and aroused, more than a little drunk on a fine feed. It had been years since he'd let himself enjoy anyone so completely...and it wasn't like this with Katherine, the blood of a vampire was just...never quite as good.

The worst part was that he was still hungry. He wanted more, he craved more...he wanted all of her, the full measure.

He wanted to kill her, and with the final beat of her heart, feel her body flood with pleasure, hear her use her final breath to call out his name.

He needed to get up, to make her leave...to collect himself and drown this feeling in the blood bags downstairs.

Instead, he leaned in again, brushing a kiss against the wound his fangs had left.

Then another against the hard, fragile line of her windpipe.

Then another against the pulse point on the other side of her neck, nuzzling a path up to her ear.

"I can't guarantee your safety if you stay here, Allison." he whispered, lips brushing her ear even as he spoke, unable to stop himself from touching, drinking in that softness and heat of her skin. "I'm giving you this one chance to go back to your room and go to bed...in my present condition, I'm not strong enough to give you another, I strongly advise you to take it."

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Allison couldn't know how he expected her to listen to the warning of his words when his voice was filled with need and his hands were stirring the echoing need inside of her with every wandering brush of his fingers.

She felt drunk and weak, and strangely exhilarated by the whole thing, which she knew was dangerous. She understood then that this had to be the true power of a vampire. To make you weak as you craved more.

Except it wasn't just the vampire but the man that made Allison feel the way she did. It was a feeling, an attraction, that had been growing since the day she sat and actually talked to him. From before that even.

Turning her head to look at him, she licked her lips as she weighed what she wanted against what she should be doing. Then, deliberately and slowly, she kept her eyes open as she leaned in to kiss him.

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Elijah should have expected such a thing: that Allison would not only ignore the danger, but that she would draw him back to her with eyes open and mouth soft against his.

Calculating. Precise. The hunter ensnaring her prey.

Shutting his eyes with a shaky sigh against her lips, Elijah surrendered.

Kissing her, hard and slow, he cradled the back of her neck with one hand, pulling her closer, tipping her head so he could deepen the kiss and take what he wanted, tasting and touching, alternating between stealing her breath until she was squirming to break away for air or feathering soft, tender kisses along her upper lip and against each corner of her mouth and playful, teasing nips at her lower lip.

He finally shifted back to pull her up to a sitting position so he could break the kiss and take care of removing her shirt. He paused a moment just to stare at the vision of her, naked to the waist except for her bra, all that milky, flawless skin begging to be marked and tasted and taken.

Reaching out, Elijah laid a hand against the uninjured side of her neck, letting the tips of his fingers and the flat of his palm slide lower with agonizing slowness until his palm rested against the center of her chest, just over the swell of those small, perfect breasts before he let it sweep back up to her shoulder, sliding under the strap of her bra to push it down as his head bent, pressing his lips and flicking his tongue over one of those flawless mounds of bare skin.

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Allison thought he meant to consume her as he pulled her close and finally kissed her like he meant it. It was enough to steal her breath as she arched closer, kissing him back until she felt a dull ache in her chest that said she needed air but even then she couldn't stay away from his lips for long.

Sitting up when he did, she pulled back and lifted her arms as he started to tug at her shirt. Normally most girls would be shy at the idea of being naked in front of him but she wasn't. She was strangely excited and her heart started to race faster as he tossed the shirt away. The only thing that gave her pause was the scar from where she had been stabbed. Half of it was covered by her bra but he hadn't noticed the other part of it yet. Instead he was intent on making her gasp and arch closer as his mouth dropped to her breasts.

"Oh god." She whispered it softly as she slid a hand into his hair, her eyes falling closed finally.

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The sound of her voice was like satin on his ears, soft and sensual as the long, callused fingers that threaded through his hair, impossibly fragile and so very strong...

Elijah had known the touch of many women in his long life, and to know the surrender of a young woman like this...to feel that deadly body go soft and warm in his arms, to hear her curse and feel her yield beneath his hands and his mouth was a gift beyond measure.

Pressing her gently back against the bed again, Elijah's opposite hand slid free the opposite strap of her bra, then beneath her back to free the clasp so he could pull it free of her body.

He tossed it aside just as his lips brushed over that first ridge of scar tissue and stilled. Lifting his head, he regarded the scar with equal shares of shock, anger, and concern. His gaze slid up the line of her body to meet hers, and very deliberately his fingers traced a path over the curve of one bare breast, then down her sternum until they were tracing that angry, knotted line of pink and red tissue marring her perfect, pale skin.

"Tell me about this." he murmured, pressing a kiss directly between her breasts. He did not know her well enough to kill for her, but he knew her well enough to understand her value as a soldier, and the value of her unique beauty.

For that, he wanted names, details...assurances that, once he was done making her forget that ugly mark and the pain behind it, once he'd had his fill of her blood and her beautiful body, he could seek his vengeance against those who had put that ugliness there.

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Allison had nowhere the experience he did as there had only been Scott and one night with Isaac. And, as much as she hated to admit it, they were boys who had only been learning what it took to pleasure someone else. Elijah clearly knew more and already he was causing her to come undone with just a few touches and soft kisses. It was humbling, scary and exhilarating. There was also a part of her that almost felt bad that she wasn't as experienced as she didn't want to disappoint him.

All the worries fled from her mind though as she felt his lips brushing over the scar, distracting her completely. Pressing her lips together, she looked at the ceiling before finally dragging her gaze down to meet his. She saw the mix of emotions that made her want to comfort him even as she wanted to enjoy his rage. Shuddering when his fingers slid over her breast, she drew in a shaky breath as she tried to stay focused.

"I was stabbed with a sword by an Oni. A demon warrior created by a kitsune." She closed her eyes, her breath still shaky. "I almost died but my father got the best doctors he could to fix me." Her lashes fluttered as she opened her eyes to look at him again. "They're all dead now. The Oni, I mean."

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"And the one who commanded them?" he asked softly, gaze dropping as he shut his eyes and laid his lips against her scar again, pressing a few soft kisses against the ridges of fresh scar tissue just before he opened his mouth and pressed it gently against her breastbone, sweeping his tongue over that delicate swath of skin, hands gliding down over her ribcage and back up to tease over her breasts, tracing the soft curves and swells while deliberately avoiding those pert, pebbled nipples.

He wanted answers...but he wanted to listen to her come apart as she gave them to him. He wanted to hear those sighs, hear her voice crack, listen as words melted into something less coherent...perhaps, if he was very lucky, make her forget what he'd asked and beg him to touch her.

"The creature who controlled these Oni?" he continued, mouth moving against her scar as he kissed and lapped his way back up, eyes lifting to meet hers again. He shifted, one big hand finally palming her breast as he teased her again with a soft kiss against that upper swell, mouth brushing down and around and close, but not putting it where she might truly want it all while his voice vibrated and his breath puffed softly across bare, sensitive flesh. "Is the kitsune dead as well?"

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The soft, teasing touches and the feel of his mouth over her skin, and even her scar, was terribly distracting for Allison as she arched ever so slightly beneath him. She could feel the tension sitting low in her gut already and she had to wonder how it was possible for him to undo her so quickly. Just a little more and she was sure she could come just on touch alone.

Groaning then, she closed her eyes as she tried to focus on his words rather than what his mouth and hands were doing. "Seriously?" She sounded vaguely frustrated, her voice husky with need. "Do you really think I can focus right now?" Which made her feel somewhat weak since she was supposed to have better control than that but she also didn't give a damn.

"The kitsune is alive." She continued despite her complaint. "She actually created the Oni to stop another demon, a nogitsune. The nogitsune actually took over the Oni that came after us and the one that stabbed me." She let out a shaky breath. "They're gone though. The oni and the nogitsune."

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The way she huffed at him rather than pleading, or even becoming hostile at his tender torment made Elijah smile against her skin.

And her assurances...it did a great deal to ease his mind.

He rewarded her by dragging his tongue along the curve of her breast, flicking it over one nipple, then the other before he cupped both in his large hands, giving his attention to her scar again for a long, leisurely while.

"Did this Nogitsune die by your hand?" he asked quietly, hands and mouth finally sliding down her body again as he kissed her belly just below her ribcage, hands spanning her waist before moving lower, tracing the waistband of her jeans until his fingers stilled at the button of her fly.

And, when she didn't answer him fast enough, Elijah stopped, watching her for a moment before he bent his head again and, with great care and dexterity, undid the button with his teeth, then dragged the zipper down the same way.

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Allison let out another dull whimpering noise at the feel of his tongue sliding up and over the peak of her breast, sending a jolt from her nipples right to her cunt where a dull throbbing ache was already building. It really wasn't fair considering she hadn't touched him yet but it was hard to focus when he was touching her so skillfully.

"No." She gasped with a shake of her head as she opened her eyes to look at him again, watching and enjoying the sight of him moving lower while her blood hummed with anticipation. "I was injured...but Lydia and our friends figured out how to get rid of him." Some day she would tell him more but not right now. That would require concentration and reassurance. Also possibly calming Klaus down if he learned about how the nogitsune had terrorized Lydia.

Right now, she wanted to focus on Elijah as she slid her hands into his hair with a strangled little noise that sounded like a gasp and a chuckle. "Okay, that is kind of hot..." She murmured breathlessly.

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Elijah laughed quietly in turn, a low chuckle as he spread the fly of her jeans open and lavished warm, open mouthed kisses over her lower abdomen while his fingers hooked in the waist of both her jeans and her panties, dragging them down her legs as his mouth moved lower, a slow, deliberate line down the center of her body...before he moved away, stripping off the rest of her clothes and then mouthing a hot, damp path along her inner thigh.

This close, the scent of her made his mouth water...her blood, her arousal...

"How was it eliminated?" He couldn't resist asking, his tone one of intent, but innocent curiosity as he shifted up to kiss her hip, hands gliding up and down her thighs idly.

It was a question that required thought. More of that soft voice, breathless and indignant with need. He wanted to hear her break.

So, midway through her answer, Elijah finally slid a finger inside her, stroking a couple of times with a firm touch to make her writhe and cry out for him.

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Curling her fingers in the sheets beneath her, Allison shifted to lift her hips in the guise of helping him get her undress but mostly it was selfishly done as she wanted him to continue teasing and touching her till the sparks became a full blown firestorm that she couldn't control.

Letting out another shaky breath as his mouth moved along her thigh, the throb of desire was more intense than before and she felt almost shy, maybe even a tiny bit embarrassed, at just how wet she was already.

Then she actually growled a bit as she pressed her head back against the pillows with a surge of frustration as he continued to ask her questions. "Lydia and Stiles figured out a bite from an Alpha would kill him." She replied sharply, looking down at him, opening her mouth to say something more but then he was sliding a finger into her and whatever she said was lost in a strangled gasp. Lifting her hips towards his hand, she clenched around his finger as she tried to get a little more.

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There it was: the moment when sensation overcame speech, where her body betrayed her and all she could do was cry out for him. It was primitive and beautiful, watching this carefully composed hunter, this cool and perfect soldier, fracture under his touch to become something softer, warmer, more alive and infinitely fragile.

He showed her mercy, finally putting his questions to rest as he obliged her, brushing his thumb over her clit and pushing deeper into her, hooking his fingers with every stroke to find the spot inside that would make her scream properly for him. After a couple of strokes, he added another finger, pressing with a firm, slow touch until she was writhing for him, choking the air with the scent of sex and heat...all of it simmering in her blood.

He missed the sound of her voice, though...

"Tell me what you want." he directed, his own voice rough with passion, surprising him. It had been decades, centuries since he'd been so deeply affected by touching someone and not merely the promise of their blood.

Not since Celeste...

The memory was there and gone before he knew it, drawn as he was to press a kiss to her navel, then lower.

"Tell me how you want me."

He nuzzled her abdomen, just over her mound, the thrust of his fingers growing less insistent and more teasing as he watched her, waiting for an answer with eyes gone black with need.

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Allison whimpered as she speared her fingers through Elijah's usually perfect hair, mussing the long locks as she twisted her hands slightly to get a better hold. Her cheeks felt hot and she knew her breath was quick but, god, she didn't care. She didn't even care that she was naked before her, her whole body trembling as her hips rocked up against his hands and she made soft impatient noises to let him know she wanted more.

Then she had a dozen different answers racing through her mind when he asked her how she wanted him. There was a handful of positions she wanted to try, some of them she had never considered before and probably would have gone beet red even with Scott to talk about them but only because talking about it would have made the young werewolf embarrassed. Elijah wasn't young though and clearly he was more experienced than she was. Nor would he care what she said.

So she was honest.

"I want you down there." She gasped, her cheeks going just a touch pinker. "I want to feel what it's like...when a guy goes down on me and makes me come."

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The way she talked to him...it had been a long time since Elijah had touched anything so genuine. Fumbling for what she wanted, blushing like a virgin and struggling to give voice to her own needs...

He felt something familiar in his chest give way at her admission, the barest smile touching his face as he gave her what she wanted.

She tasted like heaven as he teased her with his tongue. He savored it, tracing folds and opening with his tongue, circling her clit until he finally wrapped his big hands around her hips and gently tugged her closer, sliding his tongue inside in earnest to fuck her with his mouth before he pulled away and shifted to suckle gently at her clit.

He brought her to the edge of orgasm, then replaced his mouth with his fingers to finish her as he turned his head, pressed his face against the soft skin of her inner thigh, and bit the moment she came, glutting himself on both her pleasure and her blood as she came apart for him.

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Even if she knew what was coming, there was no way of anticipating just how deeply it would affect her as he moved his mouth over her and gave her exactly what she had asked for. And so much more.

She scrambled for something to hold onto, something to focus on as the sensations overtook her and pulled her under. Everything he did was so much more than what she thought it could be, leaving her whimpering and gasping as her fingers rhythmically clenched and relaxed in his hair. There were times she wanted to pull him closer and other time she wanted to push him away when it to be too much.

Then she fractured and came apart, crying out softly when he bit and the orgasm blasted through her hot and hard. The sensation of both things nearly brought her to the edge of blacking out as she pulled at his hair with her eyes clenched closed. Then she relaxed, swallowing thickly and opening her eyes to watch till he was done feeding again.

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He didn't feed long, unwilling to trust his self control with the level of temptation she presented. What little he had was already restoring his sense of well being, and experiencing her orgasm was thrilling in ways that were almost new to him. She clung, she writhed, she cried out so beautifully with the force of her release...

His only regret was that he didn't make her scream for him.

Lapping away the stray blood that seeped from her bite wounds, Elijah lapped at her with unabashed greed, savoring the taste of her release, the flutter of her muscles as he gently slid his tongue inside her again. She was supple and passive with the afterglow of her orgasm, a lazy shell of warmth and pleasure...and he was still painfully hard, restless with a hunger that had nothing to do with blood.

Sliding from between her legs, Elijah methodically stripped, enjoying the luxury of watching her lay there, sated and spent as he removed his clothing. When he joined her in bed again, the bite mark on her throat drew his eye, and had his hunger rising again as his cock stirred still further with a flood of brutal lust, with the need to taste that shattering ecstasy in her blood again.

Leaning in, he kissed her as his body settled between her legs. Careful not to crush her under his weight, he shifted a hand between them to guide himself into her body. She was hot and wet and yielded to him perfectly, taking him in until there was nothing left but to press his face to her throat, to breathe her in, to let the madness of Allison Argent take him.

There was nothing left except to move as he lifted his head, kissing her hard and with a hint of fang as he propped himself up over her with an elbow on either side of her head.

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Allison felt like she was reeling still as he pulled back long enough to start stripping his clothes off, drawing her eye and causing her to smile a little as she appreciated the view. She had spent a little bit of time imagining what he would look like under his suits but not even her imagination could have come up with something so beautiful and that realization was in her eyes as she watched. He was lean and yet had more muscle than she could have imagined. Suddenly she could envision him as a young man using grace and speed in rather physically violent fights. He would have been amazing to watch, she was sure.

Reaching for him as he slid over her body, she brought her legs up to cradle his hips between her thighs, her hands sliding down as his back as she took in a small breath to brace herself. Then it left her in a low groan at the feel of him filling her so completely. He was bigger than she could have imagined too and there was a second or two of discomfort till she shifted her hips up towards his to change the angle, stealing her breath as she did.

Then she was kissing him back, making another noise against his lips as she brought a hand up to the back of his head. Rocking her hips slightly, she swore she saw sparks behind her eyelids as the friction sent jolts through her. Fuck, she could already telling having sex with him was going to be amazing. Undoubtedly the best of her life.