CHAPTER FOUR | THE KILLER

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ITALY WAS TRULY SOMETHING EDEN GILBERT NEVER THOUGHT SHE WOULD BE ABLE TO EXPERIENCE. Her life was so full of drama, and chaos and violence that she never thought she was truly be able to experience something as pure and as beautiful as having a simple dinner in a luxury hotel with her boyfriend. Abeit the boyfriend in question was Klaus Mikaelson himself, it still felt so incredibly human. 

The warm glow of candlelight cast soft shadows on the rustic wooden walls, adorned with vintage photographs and dozens of things to marvel over and yet Klaus Mikaelson could only admire Eden Olivia Gilbert. She was talking about Italy, and how amazing she was finding the trip, despite it being about finding the sword, but if he were honest, he wasn't paying attention to the words. He was caught in complete awe of her beauty. 

Eden tucked a strand of her lightly curled hair behind her ear as she finally took a sip of her wine. "You know, I think this is the quietest I have ever seen you." She told him, noticing his brows furrow. "Everything okay?"

"Merely admiring the view I have been utterly blessed with this evening, love." He chuckled softly, watching her take a bite of the sun-dried tomatoes that were on her plate. "Who needs the world when they've got you to look at, hm?"

"Oh! He's being charming." She retorted in a playful manner. "You're also in a very good mood, does that mean the swords been found?"

"Could we dispense with the talk of mysterious, disappearing tattoos and the cure for just one evening?" Klaus pointed out with a look on his face. His hand extended across the table and gripped Eden's. "I just want to be here with you. The Hybrids can look for the sword."

"It's quite a big thing to not talk about, though." Eden told him as he nodded light. She sighed. "I just— I can't wrap my head around the fact that there is actually a cure to vampirism."

Klaus knew the question that he needed to ask. The question he should ask her, but if he were being honest with himself, he was afraid of the answer. He was afraid to hear her response, because then he would have no choice but to respect it. 

"Do you want it?" He finally blurted out before his brain could even catch up. The fear he felt inside of him after asking the question was unimaginable.

"I haven't had time to think about it." The Gilbert girl answered honestly. She noticed the look on his face and felt her heart sink. It looked like dread. "What if I did?"

"Then, I would make sure you had it. Whatever you want, Eden, you can have it. You can have it all." 

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The feeling had overcome them and within a second, they burst through the door into their hotel room. Klaus' hands roamed her body, roughly gripping at her sides whilst his lips passionately moved against hers. He pinned her against the hotel room door, using it to close it. 

A soft moan left Eden's lips as he left rough kisses against the nape of her neck, sucking it delicately. His hands traveled up her back, fingers grazing her skin through the thin fabric of her dress, sending shivers down her spine. Klaus's lips trailed down her neck further, his breath hot against her skin, making her gasp softly. Eden's hands roamed over his shoulders, down his back, feeling the strength of his muscles beneath her touch.

As they stumbled towards the bed, their kisses never breaking, they fell onto the soft sheets in a tangle of limbs and whispered sighs. Klaus hovered over her, his eyes scanning her entire body as if he were desperate for her.

Eden's hands found the waistband of his pants, unbuttoning and unzipping them with a practiced ease. She slid her hand inside, feeling the hardness that awaited her touch. "Oh. Already hard for me, hm?" Klaus groaned against her skin, the sensation sending a thrill through her.

Klaus wanted to be in control. He wanted to see her want him as desperately as he did her. Finally, he ripped her panties off, discarding them across the room, and positioned himself between her legs. Klaus paused for a moment as he looked up to her, seeking permission. Eden nodded, her hands gripping his arms as he entered her slowly, both of them gasping at the sensation.

Klaus's hands gripped her hips, his thrusts deep and powerful. Eden moaned quietly, her nails digging into his back as she pulled him closer. "Oh, my God." She whispered against his skin as she threw her head backward and arched her back. "This—"

"—You look so perfect, love. Eden Gilbert, writhing underneath me senselessly." The Hybrid's movements immediately got harder and faster as he spoke, almost turning himself on more. "God. You're so beautiful."

Klaus's lips found hers again, their kisses hungry and desperate. Eden's legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him deeper, their bodies perfectly in sync. The pleasure built, a wave rising higher and higher until it finally crashed over them both. They cried out together, their bodies trembling with the force of their release.

Once they had both reached their respective orgasm, Klaus dropped down beside her. He was breathless. It was the first time Eden had truly seen the man breathless. "Klaus." She exhaled, her eyes met his with a smile. "Do you have any idea how—"

"—Yes, I do." He nodded. His left hand lifted up to her cheek as he brushed the strands of disheveled hair away from her face. "You are insatiable." As soon as the words left his lips, his phone started to ring. "Stefan. I trust you bring good news? Have you managed to find the hunter after his unfortunate escape?"

"Found. Past tense." Stefan swallowed thickly as Klaus' brows knitted together out of confusion. "Connor's dead." Rage ran through Klaus Mikaelson's veins like a firework ready to be set off. Eden had heard Stefan's confession, too. But, she wasn't prepared for what he had to say next. "Elena killed him."

"She did, what?"

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