*hides behind entire TVD cast*
So I'm alive. I'm sorry I've been gone for so long my life literally became a Netflix show and so much has happened over the years.

Firstly, thank you so so much for all of your support on this book. I never thought it would get this crazy but here we are. This book is receiving a lot of attention since I last updated and now uni has broken up and I'm bored I thought I'd do an update. So here it is. Bon appetit! If you want more then let me know ☺️🤷🏻‍♀️

A little sidenote: this particular smut is SMUTTY as hell and very dominant so if you're not old enough to be reading about sex or don't like this kind of stuff then 1) how did you get this far into the book and 2) please exit the Smut immediately. This following smut is unholy.
Thank you!

I knew the brunette as soon as I crossed paths with him on my way home from the bar. Being a vampire in Mystic Falls was simple and easy. The vampire in front of me was not simple and nor was he easy.
"Y/N," he smiled at me, standing in front of me. Well damn, did Elijah look fine. Not that I was going to tell him that.
I crossed my arms over my chest. I'd been informed he was in town. An old flame I thought had long since been put out. My body was telling me otherwise. And the fact, that I'd anticipated this exact moment happening hours earlier. "Elijah, fancy seeing you here," sarcasm dripped from my voice.
His eyes darkened, flickering down my body before meeting my gaze again. "We both know why I'm here," Elijah cleared his throat.
"And why would that be?" I shrugged. He was the one who had gone to New Orleans and never come back. He was the one who left to follow Klaus all those years ago.
"I came back for something precious-"
"Something precious? I'm not an object and you bloody well know it," I snapped, walking away from the slick-jawed man in front of me.
"You have no idea how much I want you."
His words were loud in the empty street but I kept walking. Nope. The man would have to be on his knees begging before I let him back.
Luckily for me, he didn't give up that easily. He kept pace with me back to my apartment.
"'Lijah, you left. I can't just go through that again." I stepped back from the vampire in front of me, opening the front door to my apartment.
"What if I were to stay in Mystic Falls?"
"Come again?" I stopped opening the door but didn't dare turn around. I'd gone slack jawed and if I had been alive then my heart would have been pounding.
"I know what I want. After everything that's happened in New Orleans I know exactly what I want," Elijah's voice was by my ear and the sensation it elicited was sinful.
I stepped into my apartment. "You can come in, you know," I whispered, flicking on the lights and making my way to my bedroom.
Elijah followed me. He was eerily quiet and his eyes were dark like that of coals in his perfect face. Clementine lips set in a thin line.
"Y/N, what do you want to do?" Elijah's voice was low and husky.
"Always the gentleman..." I walked over to my wardrobe, slipping off my heels. "I'm not just going to let you into my bed with open arms and legs, that's for sure."
"I didn't expect a strong woman such as yourself to do anything of the sort," Elijah remained where he was hovering in the bedroom doorway.
"What are you doing here, 'Lijah? What about everything in New Orleans?" I took slow, deliberate steps towards the man in front of me.
"Everything is at peace there, everyone is peaceful apart from me," Elijah's gaze was intense, burning into my own eyes. "For too long I've been selfless and I left behind what I truly want."
I steadied myself in front of him, careful not to succumb too quickly to his gorgeous oak gaze. "What is it that you want, Elijah?"
Elijah stepped toward me, a deep sigh escaping his lips. "You. It's always been you."
"Oh come on, Elijah, you wouldn't take what you wanted even if it was on a platter for you," I reached up and traced my thumb over his lower lip. "Besides, I'm not wearing anything under this dress..."
Elijah stiffened, his breath hitching in his throat. "Y/N...."
"But, I can't just let you waltz back in. You left me. I needed you and you were gone," I whispered, letting my hand fall to my side. "You didn't even say goodbye, 'Lijah."
"I know, Y/N, I know," Elijah reaches up and cupped my face in his hands, peppering kisses across my face. "I will never have enough time to utter enough apologies for leaving you behind."
"I felt like I was nothing, used when you left me. Nothing more than a notch on your bed post," I stepped back from his grasp.
"Y/N, god no, you are so much more," Elijah took my hands in his and pressed his lips against mine. They were as soft as I remembered, varying in pressure against my own. I could feel the hum in my body, the electricity elicited by his touch.
Elijah slowly pulled away from me, his pupils dominating his iris'. "I love you, Y/N." The sincerity in his voice was enough for me. "I am sorry I left, and I hope in time you forgive me."
I let go of Elijah's hands and stepped back from him. My bed was soft as I sank onto it leaning back on my arms. "I think I know of a way to make it up to me..."
Elijah smirked, cracking his knuckles. "Oh really?"
"Fuck me," I lay back on the bed, slowly letting my legs fall apart. "Take what you want, or leave. Either way, I plan on having a good evening with or without you." I let my hand move against my clit, letting out a breathy sigh.
Elijah's eyebrows disappeared into his hairline, before his jaw tensed and he was on top of me. I loved watching the gentleman in him disintegrate into an animal in the bedroom. My dress ripped under his touch. Lips on my neck, then teeth. Marks were definitely being left. He tore my dress down the middle, kissing down my chest before he was between my legs.
His tongue teased my folds lightly.
"Is that it?" I purred. "You've lost your touch, 'Lijah."
Elijah growled, fingers digging into my hips before he dragged me to the edge of the bed.
His tongue became more forceful and I shuddered. The sensations were intense. Too intense. I was so close. I could feel my body twitching under his touch. Elijah was torturous, leaving nothing untouched.
"Oh fuck me, Elijah," I moaned. "Don't stop."
But that's exactly what he did.
He towered over me, grabbed my ankle and flipped me onto my front. Fuck.
"It's been too long, Y/N," Elijah groaned, inserting his considerable length an inch at a time into me.
I couldn't think straight as he rolled his hips. Once. Twice. Third time lucky, he started to fuck me. His pace was fast but I wanted more.
"Faster, harder," I gripped the bed sheets tighter.
My arse cheek stung before Elijah's hands were in my hair and pulling me up against his torso as he pounded me. His arm wrapped around my waist holding me in place. His finger reaching down and playing with my clit. I could barely breathe, coming again and again on his dick.
"I'm not done with you yet," Elijah growled, picking me up and turning me around. He was on top of me pinning my hands above my head. His strokes were slow and torturous.
"Elijah, please," I moaned.
"If the lady insists..." His lips were on my neck, his teeth but down hard. Something told me I wouldn't be able to walk tomorrow. My breath stuck in my throat as Elijah let go, whatever shred of humanity he'd been holding onto left him and he fucked me. Hard.
I writhed in his grasp, coming again and again.
Elijah grunted once before he stilled, reaching his own climax. "Y/N..."
We lay in each other's arms, sweaty and high on pleasure.
"I'm glad you came back, 'Lijah," I whispered, playing with his hair.