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Finally, they’d managed to end up here, in Davina’s bed. Despite the entire universe seemingly conspiring to keep them apart, they’d found their way back to each other, and Kol could kiss her just as passionately as he wanted to now.
She dragged him closer by wrapping one of her gorgeous legs around him. His fingers skimmed the lacy edges of her bra teasingly, and she arched her back, allowing him to reach the clasp. He had it in his hand when his phone rang in his jeans. Davina pushed him away. He groaned but went obediently, landing on his back next to her.
“Seriously? You’re already on the Mikaelson family phone plan?”
She reached into his front pocket, and Kol hissed as she brushed his trapped erection. She rejected the call and smirked until it immediately started to ring again in her hand. Davina stabbed the button more viciously this time.
“You don’t get to run off right now,” she warned him. “You already missed our date.”
“I’m all yours, darling,” he promised.
“Are you?” she asked, her playful mood returning.
He nodded, running a hand up her silky thigh. His phone rang again. Davina sighed, exasperated, and this time she answered it.
“Kol! I did not give you permission to abandon us when our enemies could arrive at our door at any moment!”
From Klaus’ tone, Kol saw a daggering in his future. It was fortunate he’d had the chance to nab the dagger he’d found in the study earlier. His family would most likely survive without him for the night. He certainly wasn’t in any hurry to leave Davina Claire’s bed while he was well on the way to seeing her naked.
Davina kneeled beside him and raised an eyebrow. ‘Do you want to go?’ it seemed to ask. He shook his head. She smiled victoriously in response.
“Where are you?” Klaus continued, unabated, “Don’t tell me you’ve scampered off to see that treacherous little -”
“I’m sorry, Klaus,” Davina replied sarcastically, “Kol can’t come to the phone right now. He’s a little… tied up.”
Kol’s amusement gave way to momentary alarm when he felt thick cords snap into place around his wrists, pulling his arms out to the edges of the mattress. He grinned, impressed by the strength of the magic keeping him bound. Now that he’d caught on to her plan, he enjoyed the soft, familiar hum of her power against his skin, wondering what she was going to do with him now she’d caught him.
She hung up his phone, cutting off Klaus’ tirade, and crawled over him to drop it into a drawer in her nightstand. As she did, she leaned forward so her breasts were teasingly close to his face. He wanted to tear the matching lacy set off with his teeth. When she sat up again, she let her weight drop right over him so that she was sitting on his lap, radiating warmth he could feel through his jeans.
Davina had always had him wrapped around her little finger. He’d been completely enthralled before they’d ever spoken. He both dreaded and eagerly anticipated what she would do with him when she realised he’d never be able to say no to her. His expression must have given him away because she frowned.
“Too much?”
Kol swallowed and shook his head. He didn’t have the words to explain that being held down by her magic was just the right kind of ‘too much’, but that hardly mattered when his girl was such a quick study. She traced a curious line down his chest with the tip of her finger, making his muscles twitch involuntarily.
She leaned down, holding his gaze, and gently kissed the places she’d discovered were sensitive, letting her full lower lip drag across his skin. He shuddered. He was put out by how easily she read him, and how much of a reaction she was getting out of him with her innocent little exploration.
“It’s fine,” he remarked, trying to sound unaffected. “Whatever you want.”
To his surprise, she let out a breathless, giddy laugh.
“Do you think you can fool me, Kol Mikaelson? I can feel how much you like this.”
She rolled her hips a little to prove her point, and the friction on his untouched cock made him gasp before he could stop himself. She continued to test his reactions to her fleeting touch on his bare skin. When she reached the waistband of his jeans, she paused.
“Can I -”
“Yes.” He replied too quickly.
She unbuckled his belt and undid his jeans, working them down far enough that he could kick them the rest of the way eagerly. His erection was noticeable through his black boxer briefs.
“I’ve never done this before,” she said conversationally.
He wanted to groan at the unfairness of it all. It was like she’d been conjured from all of his deepest fantasies, perfectly designed to torment him with such an alluring mix of innocence and boldness. He stared up at her, looking as composed as he wished he looked.
“We could take things slow, you know? If you’d told me, we could have-”
“Are you nervous?” She cut in, as usual, aiming right at the heart of the issue.
He heard himself scoff unconvincingly. He shouldn’t be. He was a thousand years old. In truth, handing over control entirely was a new experience for him. He’d never trusted anyone like this before. She stroked the hair back from his forehead indulgently, and he all but melted into her touch. He never thought he’d crave such gentle affection before he met her.
“You know, technically, I did just remake every cell in your body from ash. It’s kind of your first time, too.”
Before he could make his displeasure known at the idea of being considered inexperienced, of all things, her clever hand traced the curve of his erection through the tight cotton. All thoughts of correcting her fled. He was thoroughly distracted watching her as she plucked the waistband between her painted nails and carefully inched his boxer briefs down over his hips.
Nearing full hardness and freed from the confining underwear, his cock now lay flat against his abdomen. Davina traced a finger gently over the vein on the underside, making him twitch at her touch. The look of determination and curiosity on her face was similar to the one he’d seen when she examined a new magical object for the first time. She grinned up at him, enjoying his response to her experimental caress.
“Don’t worry. I’ll take good care of you.”
Even the fond condescension in her tone couldn’t stop his heart from skipping a beat at the easy promise. He didn’t doubt her after everything she’d done to resurrect him so they could be together again. He couldn’t stand the space between them any longer and craned his neck up to kiss her, though he couldn’t get close with her magic holding strong. She bent down anyway, fingertips just barely pressing over his collarbones to push him back onto the pillow and gave him a lingering, filthy kiss to reward him for his obedience.
Sex had always been mindless fun for him. A hand around his cock was better than nothing, but it was never anything special. He couldn’t explain why her tentative touch lit up every nerve in his body. Everything was different with Davina Claire. Why would sex have been the exception to this new and baffling rule?
The pressure was barely a tease, frustrating Kol. He arched his back, chasing her hand, an involuntary noise breaking free in his throat. Davina paused.
“I’m an indestructible vampire, darling. You’re not going to hurt me.”
She gripped him harder, and he lost his breath. For a moment, he strained against the magic holding him in place. Then he consciously relaxed his body. He could be good for her. He could stay here on this bed and let her torture him for hours with her curious touches if this was all she wanted to do.
His resolve to keep still was further tested when the sensation changed. His eyes snapped open. The velvet softness against his cock was her cheek. She looked up at him from under her thick lashes as she rubbed her face against him. The image alone was enough to make his blood pump harder. To make matters worse for him, she lightly brushed her lips back and forth against the sensitive head. Her warm exhale made the muscles in his thighs twitch.
“Fuck,” he croaked, his voice gone suddenly hoarse.
“Well, I wanted to try something else first…” she responded wryly.
“I’m not going to stop you. Can’t, in fact.” He glanced over at the magical bindings, amused.
“In that case…”
She kissed the underside of his erection, her soft lips sliding down, parting, and then she licked back up to the tip, tasting him for the first time. He was sure his face gave away the fact that all the remaining blood had rushed out of his head, leaving him speechless for once. Her eyes sparkled mischievously as she carefully closed her mouth over him and sucked. The rhythm she found was merciless.
Evidently, she enjoyed using her mouth to work him up even more than she’d enjoyed using just her hand. Her technique improved so quickly that he was surprised by the rush of arousal. He thought his knees might have buckled under him if he’d been standing. If he’d been vocal before it was nothing to now. He could hear himself like he was having an out of body experience. He groaned when she backed off again, releasing him from her hot mouth.
He realised that rather than being so inexperienced as to be unaware of how to give a man some relief, she might instead be clever enough to understand that his pleasure could be delayed, or even deliberately withheld. He wondered just what the hell he’d gotten himself into. He could stop this if he wanted to, but then he wouldn’t know what she’d been fantasising about, and there was an image: his gorgeous girl in this very bed, thinking about what she’d like to do with him.
“I want to try something, but you’ll have to keep still.”
Kol swallowed hard and nodded. She grinned and squeezed his thigh affectionately. He knew from experience that Davina always rewarded him for keeping his word in charming and unexpected ways. He just had to give a little first.
The importance of him keeping still was soon apparent, as she took him deeper than she had before, and then deeper still. He inhaled sharply at the sensation of her swallowing around him. She retreated again and grinned up at him, looking pleased with herself. He should have guessed that her competitive nature would extend to the bedroom, but he hadn’t anticipated the potential perks.
She eyed his erection with a look of calculating determination that probably should have been off-putting, but he couldn’t help but find it sexy. This time she wrapped a hand around the base before she descended once more. Her eyes were closed, dark lashes fanned out against flushed cheeks. She moved slowly, testing her ability.
It was hotter than he’d anticipated, the idea of her using his body to learn on, experimenting with how to time her breathing. He was sure there had been study involved. She’d probably prepared for this just as efficiently as she prepared to face any battle. It certainly explained the spell holding him down. His restraints were kinder than he’d come to expect from any magical restraints he was familiar with.
A delicate hand spread across his tensed abs, belying the control he knew she was capable of exerting over him with the barest gesture of those elegant fingers. Her soft hair tickled his sensitive inner thigh. Everything about her drove him mad.
He wanted more. He wanted to take what he needed to find release. He strained against the mattress, muscles locked tight to keep himself from thrusting up. This time, her lips met her hand where she’d wrapped it around the base, and she was able to move back and forth smoothly.
“Perfect. You’re perfect. Don’t stop. Oh fuck,” he babbled.
But she did stop. He was overstimulated, breathing raggedly. She still had the hide to look composed when she pulled away. The only sign of the torture she’d been inflicting on him was the natural flush of blood beneath her skin making her full lips look even more enticing.
“Now I think you’re just being cruel.”
Davina seemed to understand, intuitively, that although he was practically begging for release, his pleasure was only increasing every time she got him worked up all over again. She traced a finger gently down his cock, making it twitch again. Every muscle in his body was still tense. He was worked up to the point that he couldn’t will himself to relax anymore. Her smile was serene as he writhed on the bed, slowly going out of his mind.
“Problem?” She asked innocently.
“No.” He gritted his teeth.
Oh, she knew. She definitely knew what she was doing to him. She rewarded his patience by taking him back into her mouth though, and he welcomed every frustrating moment yet to come. Too quickly, he was brought to the edge again.
“Please,” he panted, “please, darling.”
She sat back, appraising him.
“Are you sure you want to finish this now?”
He sighed, defeated. He was going to see this game through, even if it killed him. Right now he felt like it might.
“What do I get if I say no?”
“I’m so glad you asked,” she answered approvingly.
She stood up and turned away from him. He wanted to protest the loss of contact, but as he watched, her fingers pinched the clasp of her bra. His breath caught as she released it, and slipped it off. The uninterrupted line of her back taunted him. She smoothed her hands down her sides and skimmed the matching black lace knickers down her thighs. She kept her body at such an angle that he couldn’t see all of her from his fixed position, much to his frustration.
Finally, her striptease was complete as she spun slowly to face him. She smirked like she knew just how desperate he was to touch her. Bared before him, she was as confident as ever, letting him drink in the sight of her like a starving man. She was stunning. He couldn’t compare her to any great beauties of history or any images captured by an artist. She put them all to shame. He couldn’t take his eyes off her. Not that he didn’t struggle with the feeling all the time, but she was so beautiful, he couldn’t believe his luck.
“Would you let me thank you properly for bringing me back? I’m suddenly overcome with gratitude that I lived to see this moment.”
“What did you have in mind?” She asked, crawling back onto the bed.
“You’ll have to come closer and find out.”
“Closer,” he repeated.
He relished the little huff of frustration he heard. Did she think he wouldn’t at least have a bit of fun playing this game with her, even tied down as he was?
“Even closer, darling.”
“Oh, you mean…” she trailed off.
He’d found the one thing she didn’t feel confident demanding from him yet. He hoped, with a bit more time and experience, she’d be just bold about telling him how he should please her.
“Do you like it?” she asked curiously.
“Darling,” he said, solemnly, “I may never come up for air.”
Briefly, he thought he’d found a way to turn the tables on her. Then, she crawled up the bed so that she was straddling his chest. He realised, belatedly, he may have underestimated just how much he wanted this. Up close he could almost taste her arousal.
“You’re not going to break my handsome face by sitting on it, you know,” he joked.
He got a swift smack on the shoulder for teasing her about her uncharacteristic hesitancy, but she grabbed hold of the headboard and shuffled closer, anyway. There was a strip of soft, pale skin that ran from hip to hip, usually hidden from sight and sunlight, now bared to his eyes. He let his nose skim gently along the sensitive skin of her inner thigh, breathing her in for a moment.
At the first taste, he groaned. His neglected cock throbbed, and he wished he could bury it in her. She was so delicate here, so sensitive and hot. He marvelled at the trust she had in him to let him put his mouth on her, knowing what violence he was capable of. He remembered how shaken she’d been when she first realised she’d brought back the monster instead of the man, but all it had taken to have her in his arms again was his word. He wanted so badly to show her how much her faith in him meant.
She gasped in surprise when he found her clit and sucked gently. Her hips ground forward, instinctively seeking more pressure from his mouth. He gave it to her, enraptured. She was so perfect, so responsive.
He was glad he couldn’t talk, or he might have said something embarrassing about how he could do this forever if she would let him. He’d worship her. She was his entire world, and he adored her, and he would have offered to crawl at her feet if it pleased her. She had saved him, and then she’d done it again, and again. As though it were perfectly natural for anyone to worry about what happened to him, or risk their life for him. As though he was worthy of someone like her.
Getting her off was like chasing a new high. He’d never cared much for a partner’s pleasure before, but hers was intoxicating. His body throbbed with every sound she made. He contented himself with the idea that if he could make her enjoy it even half as much as he was, he might be allowed to do this almost as often as he wanted.
He listened to Davina’s heart racing and felt her muscles quiver as her pleasure increased. He wondered how many times she’d brought herself to orgasm, alone in this bed. She moaned with every breath now, quiet, but not to his ears. He was so attuned to her that he could hear every tiny detail, a symphony of the most gorgeous sounds he’d ever heard.
Her breath hitched suddenly, and one of her hands went to his head, gripping his hair tightly. Her heartbeat was erratic, as if in fear. She was holding him so firmly he didn’t dare pull away. His girl was so brave most of the time, but he knew this was new to her, letting go and allowing someone to see her fall apart, the unpredictability of a climax she wasn’t entirely in control of. Use me, he wanted to say. Take what you need.
He felt her shift her weight above him, and as though she’d heard his thoughts, she blinked down at him, her soft mouth open and panting. He gazed back up at her steadily, waiting for her decision. She gripped his hair and brought his mouth to where she wanted it, forcing his head to tilt back. They both knew he was strong enough to pull away, but he didn’t.
He didn’t entirely give in to the urgency that had seized her. Though she shook and she swore, he knew she was too sensitive for the pace she tried to set. It was only getting her worked up but no closer to what he could sense she wanted, so he brought her back to a steady rhythm with only the movement of his mouth. She pulled his face away from her, frustrated that he wasn’t giving her what she wanted.
“I’m not teasing, love. Promise.” He panted.
She worried her lip between her teeth, glancing away from him.
“It’s fine,” she mumbled, “I know not everyone can orgasm like this. Even you must be getting a neck cramp by now.”
“Nope. Neck’s in perfect working order. I’m right where I want to be, darling, and I’m not moving until I’ve given you as many orgasms as you want.”
He watched her evaluate his words for the truth. Kol was frustrated he couldn’t take her into his arms like he wanted to.
“I want to do this for you,” he reassured her.
The idea of being denied the opportunity to give her pleasure pained him. She cupped his face in her hands, sensing his change of mood.
“I know.”
“Let me make you feel good.” He turned his head to kiss her palm reverently.
“Come on then, finish what you started,” she commanded.
Her businesslike tone was at odds with the way her thumb brushed the top of his ear affectionately.
“You can be as rough as you like with the hair. I’m gifted with strong follicles,” he quipped cheerfully as he went back to his task.
It didn’t take long for her impatience to build again and the fingers in his hair to tighten into fists, but she let him keep the steady rhythm without trying to rush this time. As her breathing got more erratic, he felt the muscles in her thighs tense again.
“Kol,” she gasped.
Hearing his name like that was better than any other kind of victory. It got his blood pumping harder than a good fight. He increased his efforts only slightly, steadily bringing her pleasure right to its peak. When she cried out, the cords on his wrist went slack, her concentration on the spell slipping entirely. He kept going anyway, seeing her through the aftershocks, carrying her through the waves of pleasure. He only stopped when she weakly tugged his hair again.
It would take no time at all for him to come if he got his hand on himself now, but he ignored that impulse. Instead, he carefully supported Davina to give her shaking arms and legs a rest. He sat up so he could ease her down.
“I had a plan, you know.” She pouted.
He was unable to resist kissing her.
“So you’ve said, but we don’t have to do everything right now. We’ve got time.”
“I know. I was just thinking… while we’re both here, naked, we may as well… keep going.” She stroked a hand over his chest.
“Am I going to get to come this time?”
She smiled at him, giving the firm muscle beneath her hand a little pat.
“Maybe. If you’re good.”
“You know, this isn’t quite what I meant when I made that promise.”
“But are you complaining?”
He sighed, looking up at the ceiling.
“No,” he admitted.
“I didn’t think so.”
He should be. Physically, he was still hard enough to hurt. Every so often the head of his neglected cock would bump against her warm skin, and he’d want to reach down and relieve the ache. Mentally though, he was pleased that he’d resisted, congratulating himself on not being a selfish lover. He was buzzing with some unnamed feeling that came from simply being allowed to bask in her presence and receive her full attention.
Despite his desire to please her, control didn’t come naturally to him. He’d never been a patient man, and Davina seemed determined to push him right to his limits. Kol nearly came on the spot when she finally, finally lowered herself down over his aching cock. He tensed hard enough to stop himself from thrusting up and spilling in her that she looked at him in surprise.
“You’ll have to stop moving if you still want to keep playing this game of yours.”
Even the words sounded shaky and tense as he hovered on the precipice. The corner of her seductive mouth lifted mischievously, and she clenched around him on purpose.
“So soon?”
He groaned and let his head fall onto her shoulder so he didn’t have to look at her gorgeous, teasing expression anymore. He sighed because her shoulder was no less enticing and closed his eyes in defeat.
“Feels like I’ve been waiting forever.”
The words came out more vulnerable than he’d intended. She ran her nails over his scalp gently.
“We’re together now,” she repeated his earlier line, “we have time.”
But his urgency had abated for the moment, and he kissed her shoulder.
“No. I meant it when I said I was all yours tonight.”
She wrapped her arms around his neck, and they kissed, joined but not yet moving together. He loved how responsive she was. She forgot her game temporarily, both of them too worked up to care about going slow. His hands went to her hips, helping her ride him until she took over. He finally had the opportunity to touch her in all the ways he’d been wanting to. He could feel the weight of her perfect breasts in his palms and grab hold of her gorgeous bum.
She stilled her movements, giving him a chastising look, catching on to his distraction. She put her hands around his wrists.
“I thought you said that I was worth being good for?” There was a teasing glint in her eyes.
He sighed and relinquished his grip on her tempting body. She placed his hands low on the bars of the headboard behind them.
“Can you keep them there?”
“Yes.” He smirked proudly.
A human would have struggled. The position forced him to lean back, exposing his tensed abdominal muscles to her hungry gaze. She rode him slowly then. Not just to torture him, but to find out what she liked best. He groaned when she found the angle that made her shudder and bite her lip.
He let her experiment, using his cock for her pleasure. It was hard to remember his own mounting frustration when she would cease rocking her hips just to keep him in her, clenching her muscles and sighing in contentment, relishing the way he fit inside her. He could relate. If he hadn’t been on edge for so long, he might feel just as peaceful. The sight of her, uninhibited, taking what she wanted from him would be burned into his mind forever.
As he was ridden closer and closer to the edge, the image of her with her head thrown back and neck bared took on a different significance to him. A familiar, horrifying sensation crept over him. One he’d been hoping wouldn’t be a concern with her. One he’d so far avoided. He burned with hunger. As had been his habit for a thousand years, he wanted to take his fill and his pleasure at the same time.
His vision started to sharpen. His focus narrowed. The sound of her heartbeat and the warmth coming off her skin were calling to him. He could sense the exact place he should strike. He shook his head, willing the thoughts away. Not this time. Not with her.
It was futile. He could feel the veins around his eyes pulse. He knew she would be able to see them. She would know exactly what he’d been thinking about. She would know that trusting him had been a mistake. He couldn’t change what he was, even if he wanted to, even if he’d fall on a white oak stake before he ever hurt her.
He had to warn her, but he didn’t know what to say, how to apologise. Under his hands, the headboard creaked alarmingly and took the decision away from him. He saw her eyes widen in alarm. He turned his head away from her so she didn’t have to look at him.
A gentle hand on his cheek implored him to look at her. He raised his dark, inhuman eyes to hers reluctantly.
“I wasn’t sure how I felt about it at first…” she admitted, “…but even though you’re a vampire, you’re still mine, aren’t you?”
He looked into her wide, trusting, green eyes. There wasn’t any fear in them, even faced with the proof of his loss of control. She wore that same fond smile. So sure of him, when he doubted himself. He felt like she’d stolen all the air from his lungs.
“Come here.”
She held him close when he released the abused headboard. He couldn’t believe he’d watched her turn and walk away earlier today. Even the few hours they’d been apart had been the real torture. Knowing she’d be waiting for him at the end of the day was the only thing that had kept him from going out of his mind. He kissed her forehead just as he had that morning when they’d parted. They were of an almost equal height now, with her on his lap. He could bury his face against her hair.
“I’d never -”
“I know. I know,” she repeated firmly.
He felt the hunger recede gradually to the back of his mind as they sat there.
She looked up at him and smiled.
“Better?”
He nodded.
“You don’t have anything to prove to me,” he insisted.
“I know, but I’m not done with you, yet.”
He was sitting with his legs crossed underneath her and hers wrapped around him. She ground down against him experimentally, teasing her clit by pressing up against his pubic bone.
“You’ve been good,” she told him. “You can move if you want.”
“Like this?” he asked sceptically.
There was no leverage for him to thrust up in this position, but he guessed that was the point.
“You can fuck me the way I want, can’t you?”
“Yes.”
It wasn’t quite fucking. Just softly rocking his hips up to meet hers, matching her rhythm. It was soft friction and heat, making sure he was giving her just the right pressure, remembering how she'd used him earlier. Yet the relief of finally getting to move made his head spin. He was sure he’d never been so turned on in his life.
“Mm. You were paying attention.”
“You do make it hard to think about anything else.”
He could tell that the slow, consistent grind was working for her. He was close again himself. It was the best he’d ever felt as a vampire, overwhelmed by the heightened emotions and sensations.
His witch was having trouble keeping things together, too. Her power flared in bursts, making the candles in the room blaze. It sparked across his skin where she touched him but never harmed him. Unconscious magic was unpredictable, but Davina’s had always responded well to his presence. He was grateful that much hadn’t changed.
Her lovely chest was flushed, the blood close to the surface of her soft skin. He could feel the veins around his eyes begin to pulse again. He squeezed them shut tightly, trying to hold off his transformation. He should stop this. Too much was at stake if he really lost control with her. Davina forced him to look her in the eye again.
“Kol, do you trust me?”
He nodded.
“Give me your hands.”
She threaded their fingers together, and Kol was hit by a rush of memories of this exact sensation. Her warm palms pressed to his in a human body that couldn’t hurt her the way he could now. She was far from fragile, but he was privileged to get to see the softer side beneath the ruthless valkyrie. He was mindful of the exact amount of pressure he could use to squeeze her hands back in response.
“You won’t hurt me,” she promised him, and he believed her.
They were barely moving together, but the sensation slowly building within him now was the most intense thing he’d ever felt. Every release he’d been denied was threatening to overwhelm him at once. He was surprised he hadn’t given in yet, but he wouldn’t be able to hold back much longer.
“Davina,” he pleaded.
“You can come this time,” she agreed breathlessly, “but not before I do.”
He touched their foreheads together, wanting to be even closer than they already were. Her perfectly styled curls were gone, worked loose in their passion. Instead, her long, dark hair fell around them like a curtain, giving him the sense that the world had narrowed down to just the two of them.
Kol focused on the fierce grip of her hands locked with his to distract himself. He could feel the beginning of her orgasm shocking her body into tiny involuntary spasms. He was relieved he’d held off long enough to give her what she wanted. She let out a shaky sigh against his lips, and he sealed their mouths together.
Being so close, every moment was shared between them. The intimacy was thrilling and novel to Kol, who had never known anything like it. He was unable to hide the way his hands trembled in hers as she broke their kiss and gasped quietly against his cheek.
Her body tightened around him and he groaned as he finally allowed himself to give in to his release. It went on and on, and all he could do was slump forward, completely spent, surrendering himself entirely to her. She kissed his brow, and he hid his grin against her throat.
Kol marvelled at his happiness. He’d never known the feeling as a vampire. He’d experienced the lows, but never the emotional highs. He couldn’t even dredge up resentment for the centuries he’d spent unknowingly waiting for her to come into his life. He liked the idea that he had only ever belonged to her.
“I think I’m going to want to do this all the time,” she confided in a whisper when she’d caught her breath.
“What a terrible imposition,” he murmured, brushing his lips against the soft skin beneath her ear.
For a while, they traded sleepy kisses, not willing to be apart just yet. They fell back on the bed together, and he managed to get the covers out from under them. She tucked herself under his chin.
“I think it’s a good thing you came back like this. You wouldn’t be able to keep up with me, otherwise,” she joked, nodding off already.
He smiled fondly. She always had to have the last word. He relished the weight of her lying across his chest and the soft, rhythmic thump of her heart that he could feel just inches from his own.
He’d mastered his control for her. He’d walked away from a family that was, for once, acknowledging they needed him. He was putting her first. He would have time to prove that he could be the man she deserved.
While Davina fell into a deep sleep, Kol stayed up, unable to stop looking at her in the low burning candlelight, drawing useless protection runes on her bare shoulder with his fingertip. He hoped this time their luck would hold. She should have the world, but if he was what she wanted, then he was hers.
She’d never need magic to keep him here. He was right where he wanted to be.