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There was hardly ever an instant where Kol dare deny something the girl craved, desired. And when he chose to do so, she suspected it was simply so that when he finally did grant her that which she asked for, it would be all the better on her end. Still, Liv could not begin to imagine him denying her this: to feel him back inside her, filling her and allowing her to cum by simply being joined with him.

And, in fact, that was all it seemed to take before the girl was thrashing beneath his body, screaming and craving nails into his back. That Kol would refuse to quicken his motions only made it so her orgasm was extended, felt like it went on and on, and when Liv finally gathered her wits Kol was falling apart above him. She hadn’t realized her heels were digging into his backside and so she seized the motion, simply tightened her lips around his form, pulling him closer so that there would seize to be any kind of gap between them as he came undone. 

Hours later - or what felt as such - passed, and she only knew she had absent mindedly begun stroking his back with her quivering fingers because she was hyper-aware of the feel of his flesh beneath her fingertips. A hum rumbled within her throat, one which oozed of satisfaction. “Didn’t think you’d cave that quickly,” Liv admitted, sighing quietly, eyelids heavy and voice still hoarse.

Though Kol could never recall a lover nearly as potent as she, he understood what it was to be enslaved to passions. Not of the sexual variety–until her–but of the anger and of the violence. The hunger. This was part of being a vampire and his siblings often did make jokes and teasing remarks regarding his rather insatiable habits. But this mortal woman, whose body beckoned him like true glory, whose voice was his siren’s call, she had enslaved him. Unwittingly, but utterly and without a single breath of complaint from him.

This was why when she urged him from her sweet, succulent core to bury himself in her, he complied. At his own pace, in his own way, but she was writhing for him and this was always quite a wonderful goal of his. Later he would have her screaming his name while he was ravaging her with his mouth. But not now. Perhaps to wake her up in the morning..

But oh, her hand had such a talent to make him throb and shiver, to push him beautifully to the edge of reason. If he had given her any longer, judging by the husky tone of his moans, he wouldn’t have lasted very long. But instead, she was the first to break when he thrust so slowly into her, deeply over and over again. There was triumph in having her cry out so quickly, in having his moans match her increasingly hoarse cries. Long, slow, deep. Until she was utterly shattered, and he was trembling for her. Panting with the effort.

Until he buried his mouth at her throat and cried out, thrusting deeply again and again as he emptied into her. Continuing until the waves of pleasure were gone, and he was only just able to whimper against her throat.

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It was almost unheard of, death. If Kol was taken from her, as he had already been in the past, it would completely break her this time. She had barely managed last time and, back then, they were not nearly as serious as they were now. She had missed him, mourned him, begged for him to return to her in the darkness of the night when she cried herself to sleep. So it was not that he was not important then - he most certainly was -; it was simply that, now she was recklessly in love with him. She loved him. And she feared that might just be his curse, his undoing, his doom. Because no one she loved ever got a happy ending. 

"You’re- nhn. Ah!” Brown eyes squeezed shut, the combination of his nibbling with the lowering of her body to his girth made her see stars, momentarily feeling sufficiently overwhelmed that her fingers twitched and her hands trembled slightly. Regaining her train of thought proved a real challenge when the only thing she seemed capable of producing were choked and strained sounds. “You’re more than a prize,” she finally breathed and when she pulled back to look up at him, there were tears in her eyes. Mostly due to the pressure building at her navel. “You’re everything.” And before he could even make a big deal out of it, she tilted her head and hushed him with her own mouth. 

His pace flattened and while it allowed her some room to recover, the lack of friction cause her to groan, even if the brunette knew this was only temporary; until he answered her question.And yet, somehow, he managed to shift her limbs until her knees were pressed to the first of Kol’s ribs, allowing him to reach that much further into her, his tip now always brushing against that sweet place deep inside of her. Lips parted upon his first sentence, which was followed by a deep kiss that rendered her weak and restless. “Kol...” Promise was followed by another , and each better than the last. Liv no longer knew what it was she wanted, to be fucked or made love to. Any way she could have Kol was thrilling, arousing and, if anyone had any doubts about it, Kol would most certainly not; not with how drenched in her juices he currently was, not with how viscously she throbbed around him, squeezing his aching mass. One hand pressed to the back of his head, holding his forehead to hers while she panted. “Fuck me.” Her hand slid down, cupped the side of his neck, fingers digging into his flesh. “Fuck me, Kol.”

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For most individuals, the descending from the high was the least anticipated part. Liv could understand, maybe, if she had the slightest comprehension as to what it was one night stands were about. As she lacked that particular kind of experience, she lacked the understanding. Even though pleasure was addictive, and there was nothing that could compare to her blissful moments with Kol, watching him fall apart, calling for her was like a siren. Even if it took place shortly after she reached her own peak. But having him grow lip around and within her, breathless, almost with the illusion that he might be vulnerable from that which she had done to him - at his request, mind you -, that was something she got off on almost as much as she did his thick shaft.

A breathless whimper and she brought her lips to the top of his head, fingers carding through his damp locks, lightly massaging his scalp as she pressed her body to his, beckoning that the Original rest his back to her bed. Exhaustion was typical, what was not was the brunette finally reaching a state where she could firmly state that she was sated. Her lips trembled against his flesh while tracing the side of his face, lingering at his lips and then doing the same to the other half of his features. Only then did her laboured breaths even and Liv lightly collapsed into his chest, tugging the covers because she felt slightly cold but her arms refused to cooperate so she didn’t bother much, gave up once half her back was covered, the other half covered in goosebumps. 

Unsteady fingers traced his sides and the girl was only somewhat aware that Kol remained trapped within her pulsating walls. “No more,” she breathed, moaning into the crook of his neck, licking at the sensitive patch of skin before nibbling, suckling. “I just want to be like this.” And truthfully, she failed to imagine the Original denying her anything. Much less that. His whimpers were still echoing in her ears, his cries as loud to her now as when he first released them and she nuzzled further into his neck, sighing as her hand palmed his defined chest. “I may have to skip school tomorrow.” Liv could not imagine her boyfriend protesting to that either. “I can’t even breathe without something hurting. Never mind walk.” Lazily, her mouth trailed along his collarbone and, having mastered whatever scrapes of strength she had, Liv rose to her forearms, just so she might meet Kol’s gaze. Her cheeks were flushed - as was most of her body - and every so often her leg would twitch or she’d find herself tempted to whimper. “You really are something else,” the young woman breathed, pad of her thumb stroking the bite on his lip before brushed lips with hers.

How about you take your sweetener and shove it.

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blamethedead 

They were insatiable for each other and it was Kol’s hell and his bliss at the same time. Nights were fervent, days were full of passion, and it wasn’t often that they stopped until either exhaustion took hold or someone interrupted. Even with the latter, it was fairly difficult for a full stop to occur. But they were alone now, their bodies both satisfied and wanting more. It was shown in how her hips had tried to guide him, to tempt him more, how hard her heart was beating and the way she was soaked for him.

If it were possible, Kol would have smirked when she protested his not-quite kissing her. Even against her flesh, he couldn’t when the goal of her pleasure was so close, when she thrashed as he took her with his mouth, and she swayed against the skill of his lips and tongue. She grasped his hair and he fucked her ardently, moaned to created vibrations, to give her more.

More. He would go insane if she didn’t give him more of her pleasure. Every time she begged he moaned a little more, mad for the joyous release of her body, and when she urged him up, to her lips, he kissed her with every ounce of his passion. Nothing, absolutely nothing enticed and enthralled him more than when she was wanting him.

But it was his turn to arch, to gasp her name when she stroked him. A husky moan sounded, provoked by the slow strokes–and gods, those were his undoing always–and he panted, unable to get his bearings at her pleading words. So he caught her stroking, devilish hand, and lifted it above her head, kept his eyes on her. Slowly, wanting to have her whimpering and crying out, Kol thrust into her again. Deeply, until he was buried to the hilt, and then out. Again and again with a leisurely pace, wanting to have her utterly shattered.

There had been several times when Elijah had intended to drop by and then cancelled. Said days often coincided with spontaneous sex, so Liv had to assume the Original heard them before he ever reached the house and turned back. But if there ever came a day when matters were urgent, the brunette could not imagine the pair could actually... stop. Whatever bound her to Kol... they were slaves to it. 

Liv could not imagine Kol pulling his mouth away from her sex unless by her request- demand, whichever came first. And if he abruptly decided to do so as to tease her, she would most likely break. Thankfully, the youngest male Original only abandoned her throbbing, drenched sex upon her speech. Any longer and she would have succumbed to his ministrations. If the moans and squirms were any indication. 

Lips covered in her arousal met her own and she deliberately moaned into the kiss she gave him, her body shuddering now that her pleasure had been cut short. Momentarily. But Liv continued to pump his thick shaft, not allowing him much room to be rational so he would give her what she wanted. And then he did, pinning one of her hands above her head, burning brown eyes fixated on her gaze. “Please,” she whimpered, before Kol could even think to change his mind. 

The hand in his grasp seized and pulled the sheets, the other groping one of Kol’s cheeks until her grasp bruised his flesh as he continued to ease in and out of her dripping core, his cock glistering with her juices. And she came. So ridiculously soon, screaming his name, convulsing violently around him. The feel of his slow strokes to her walls, the steady pace demanding she felt every ridge, every protruding vein, every inch... it was too much and she came hard, arousal gushing along his length and later she would insist that she had cum several times because no orgasm could last that long, to the point where every muscle twitched and trembles, her voice broke completely and a tear streamed down her face.

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She had a remarkable talent for leaving him utterly breathless. The matter of how never really seemed to occur to him and that was likely for the absolute best. After all, why bother picking apart something that was absolutely fantastic as it was. So she had him, utterly and completely, satisfied and always wanting in the again and again until sleep took them both.

It was satisfying, not just the release and joy of hearing his name on her lips, but hearing how her heart was struggling to catch up to the effects on her body. It would be slow now. Tender, as she was no doubt still sensitive after his brutal fucking. Funny, he’d think later, how lovely both were with her.

“You provoked me,” he answered with an answering smile for hers. It was a silly argument, one he was happy with, and he leaned forward, kissing her with that gentle softness only she seemed to provoke in him.

He murmured in quiet agreement as she began to speak, the sound muffled against her neck he was both cleaning and taunting. Oh, Kol was quite aware of how easily turned on she was by this attention, his hands began to caress the backs of her thighs once more. A slow sweep of his tongue and he followed it by the long, deep thrust of his hips. “What things?” he murmured in her ear, slowly thrusting into her again before carrying her, lifting and lowering her hips as he walked to the bedroom. “Tell me every desire.” He was thick, hard as stone as she was lowered onto him time and time again, until the bed was reached and he laid her there, kissing her deeply into another push of his hips.

No matter how long Kol allowed her to recover, her body simply refused to do so, stilling beneath him only to then shiver whenever he kissed or touched her. Given that she was not fond of being vulnerable, the brunette had no concern for her safety seen as she remained surrounded by an Original. Which allowed her to be comfortable in her hypersensitive state. 

“I was trying to prove a point,” Liv defended, having been accused of provoking his most feral side. Though she smirked, suggesting she had done so strategically and had no regrets whatsoever, specially considering the results of such. Her lips quickly shifted from their previous curve to form an ‘O’, due to Kol’s lips to her neck. 

Nails scraped and threatened to slice his flesh; not an uncommon effect the boyish looking vampire had on the no so fragile human. Her muscles clenched around his aching mass once Kol was nestled within her tight sex and, not having foreseen the first thrust, Liv found herself crying out his name, back arching, eyes squeezing shut until her body adjusted to the invasion. The girl was vaguely aware that he had spoken, but had trouble processing, her fluttering walls quivering around his shaft. In general, Liv preferred not to debate sexual fantasies or preferences. She considered herself to be far too shy. But this was Kol and he was currently buried several inches deep within her.. smart son of a bitch, pleasuring her until she lacked shame because she craved him more. Specially since his thrusts had never seized to be, even when he was carrying her.

“Nhn- riding your face,” she groaned, her back grateful to be rest upon their soft mattress as opposed to hardwood as they had done their previous round. “Public sex. I want to- ugh.” Chocolate hues rolled to the back of her skull, fingertips pressing to man’s thigh “Too much, Kol,” she murmured, dizzy from how deep into he could reach and how impossibly hard he had become .Liv gathered her wits, panting as she continued to endure his enlarged member within her throbbing core. “I want us to fuck on the hood of your car. I want you to fuck me from behind. Not tonight.” She could hardly take him as she was. If he got her o all fours, she would probably fall apart. Her tongue traced the curve of his thick neck, teeth rasping where his pulse point would have been. “Your turn.”

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Whenever Kol had missions, he kept in touch. At most, he was unattainable for 24hours. Any more than that and she knew protocol: contact one of his sibling, preferably Elijah. Always fucking Elijah with his bored expression. But he was efficient. She had to admit to that much. It had been 18hours and 36 minutes - give or take - since Kol had last phoned her, informing Liv that he had finally found the coven he needed for... something. 5 hours to go before she could officially freak the fuck out. So she busied herself, went to the hospital, worked and when she returned to her house, she felt that shift in the air.

Relief; it spread throughout her body like wildfire. "Kol?" The joy in her voice was evident and she dropped her back, allowing its contents to spill to the ground. She had ran towards the tall figure, standing in the middle of the pavement. Kol often liked to lurk, startle people, startle her. And God, she was just so high on relief, she didn’t think to question herself. And the closer she got, the more certain she was that this was Kol, her boyfriend. He stood there, clinging to one of her shirts but she didn't think to question it and, instead, she flung her arms around him, even had her feet leave the ground for a few seconds. "I was actually beginning to worry. Jesus," she breathed, laughing quietly into his shoulder and only long moments later did she sense something was off. He had not clung to her as he did to her clothes, had not laughed or spoken yet, something-

The brunette pulled back with furrowed eyebrows, studying his face. The features were the same but something... something was off. His gaze, when it met hers... he was curious but... he was vacant. Maybe the witches had done something to him, tortured him, inflicted pain? The tips of her fingers brushed along the side of his face. "What's wrong, Kol?"

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Liv smiled weakly. “I’ve never-” drank the blood of a vampire? Could the masses surrounding them hear her? “I’d just rather do this in private. It seemed intimate.” Perhaps not so intimate as feeding was required for his survival. But to spare someone his blood? Now there was a change. “Observant,” she pointed out. Liv was not permitted the opportunity to add anything to that one word sentence, seen as Kol had lifted her from the ground. Her arm automatically snaked around his shoulders. “How about a little warning next time?” But she hardly sounded upset. “What is it you’ve noticed? Other than my two different groans.”

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It was so easy for those around them to dismiss that which they felt for one another. Each and every one of his siblings had been certain to warn the brunette that humans hardly ever lasted in Kol's hands, even the females of species he deemed worthy of his attention had a limited amount of time with the Original. He bored easily, never stayed in one place for too long. But sufficient time had passed that they now accepted her. All minus Elijah which, coincidently, seemed to be the wise one, the true older brother. Kol respected him yet she couldn't seem to earn that particular vampire's respect.

She put it behind her. She loved Kol - even if she couldn't always say it, he loved and respected her. Everything else was rather pointless. Specially when he could make her feel as she did now: cared for, loved, desired, overwhelmed. The pleasure rippling throughout her body was maddening.

Her bottom lip quivered as his tongue seductively teased it. Her nails pressed to his back and she lowered herself harder than intended, as if this were retaliation for the arousal he inflicted upon her with his words. "Can you-" she breathed, rising and her nose brushed against his . She held nothing but the tip of his member within her. "Can you f-feel how- how wet I am?" Liv abruptly dropped her body on his thickened member, gasping in the process. Her head tilted slightly, eyes momentarily closed and only when she recovered, resumed her motions did her gaze meet his. "You- You do that. To me."

The sensual rolls of her hips to his continued, pushing and pressing every ridge of his cock to her pulsating walls. She was so close... yet so sensitive. Kol's attention to her breasts did not encourage restraint. "Faster?" she asked, seen as her core was now aching due to the ministrations to her breasts. God, he had to fucking know they were a weakness. For fuck's sake... she was losing her grip on control. If he wished for quicker motions, all it took was his fingers playing with her swollen nub and she no longer had any say on the matter. Fanatic, her hips began to grind against him at a rapid pace. And when that speed was no longer satisfying for her,  she used the Kol's thighs as leverage, streching her torso and riding him with long, deep strides. She demanded of herself that her gaze remain on his as she reached her peak. Even as her lips parted and her body began to quiver. Liv looked at Kol throughout the experience. When she cried out his name and everything within her tightened only to then thob viciously around him, when she convulsed over him... she kept her eyes on him. So he knew only he could do this to her, only he could reduce her to this state. 

With whatever strength remained within her, Liv rode him, prolonging her own orgasm but it was his pleasure she desired, to have him cling to her and scream her name. “ Kol, please...” her teeth tugged his lip. “ Kol, cum.” And just in case he needed to reconsider, her hand cupped his sack just as she lowered herself onto his turgid member. 

How about you take your sweetener and shove it.

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His tall frame continued to quiver against her petite body. There was little she could do. He probably required food - maybe blood? -, rest. Or perhaps just a moment to recover. He was, after all, an Original. They had advantages to their condition. Regardless, Livinia allowed her legs to tighten around his waist, hands caressing his back slowly until she reached his shoulder, at which point she embraced him with her arms.

Chest pressed to chest, the brunette knew he could feel her untamed heart banging ferociously against its cage. She should not be this sensitive to his touch, to his presence, but fucking hell, she deserved some kind of slack after what she'd endured this last round. They almost brought down their front door. How much rougher did it get? She basked in the satisfaction that followed such a heated exchange.

Brows furrowed together. His voice had shifted. She knew why but... it had never occurred before. Not to this extent. Her lips curled, but it was a genuine smile rather than a victorious smirk. Eyebrows lifted and she released an ironic chuckle. "You were pounding into me! I was not the feral one here."

Brown hues widened as Kol seized her hand, only to then surround her digits with his skilful mouth. Her eyes had darkened and she dare not look away, even as her lips parted and she briefly gaped at him. Those same eyes fluttered closed the moment contact was established between his lips and her neck, fingertips denting his shoulder blades as she sighed. "I don't want that," she murmured weakly. "I mean- I like it... as much as the next person." She imagined men enjoyed oral sex more than women did. Perhaps because most men had no idea what they were doing. That did not apply to Kol. "I just... prefer other things." Breathless from the attention to her neck, she wondered how much longer Kol thought he could continue to provoke her for. 

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Her hands, though sweaty, remained warm- almost too warm. If vampires were truly as cold as fiction portrayed them to be, Kol would have found that her touch burned. And those were the hands which insisted in stroking his sculptured back while he shivered above her. Liv’s legs had since long given out. They remained at his sides but if anyone was to request the girl to walk, she would have surely fallen to the ground.

Her heart pounded within her chest, so violently she could feel it drumming within her ears. Therefore, Kol’s keen hearing would have certainly picked up on it. Not that she cared much as to whether or not he detected such a sound. Given his condition, the sex had not just been rough on her end. It was an equally... active experience for both parties.

“It’s funny...” maybe she should have thought to regain her breath before speaking “how you can go from... serenading me, to... this.” Bruises were beginning to form where is hands had seized her a little tighter than usual and her back ached. Perhaps some of the wood splinters had scraped her flesh. They would all heal, and were the least of her concerns.

Fingertips grazed the two wounds, a reminder of where his fangs had punctured her flesh, the blood still oozing from the injury. Her mind continuously went back the sight of his most feral side and her bloody fingers pressed to his lips. “I’m assuming you enjoyed that...” Whether that was the sex or the feeding - or both -, if Kol’s current state was anything to go on, Liv had just made the understatement of the year.

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Being cautious and gentle came almost naturally to the Original. At least it appeared to be the case with her. Behind closed doors. But she imagined, in the past, Kol had preferred to associate himself with vampires or other equally resistant individuals. She would not live up to those kind of expectations. And perhaps that was where he required a reminder.

However, it was often she who was surprised at how delicate his touch could be, even when she did not ask that such be that way. Liv knew their connection ran deeper than lust. Too much had happened... they were not just fuck buddies. Thus, delicacy. But it was taking her somewhat longer than predicted to grow accustomed to his care.

If the attention to her ear did not have the brunette shivering, then the slow motions he beckoned soon after surely did. It did not occur to her to hold back. With each slide of his cock within her velvet walls, she moaned or whimper. At times, she merely shock slightly while the pleasure stained her flesh with goosebumps. Her arms continued to surround Kol’s neck, but she lacked to strength he continued to possess. It was he alone who carried the pair towards their bed.

It was a near impossible task, for them to take it easy. The lazy movements she requested only demanded that she feel more of him. He was eased into her and then back out. Liv could feel every inch of him entering her, demanding she acclimatize to him and each time he filled her to the brim, was buried in balls deep, she had to tremble in his arms. “You’re so hard...” A quiet murmur, one which died once their lips met. “I can’t-” She wished she could bounce on his lap with the same ease most of his vampire mistresses most likely had, but reality was, she could barely keep herself from cumming as it was. Though Kol challenged her by arching her back, bringing lips towards her breasts. By shifting her attention from the pressure at her navel towards her aching nubs, the brunette began to grind against him lazily, feeling his shaft press and rub against the places within her even she had no idea could make her eyes roll back.

How about you take your sweetener and shove it.

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A hiss was produced, the head of his thickened member brushing slightly against her dripping sex. Her hips shifted, attempting to guide him to where she wanted him the most. Had she not just mounted him two minutes prior to this instant? How could she be so desperate to be joined with him already? And yet she could feel her muscles contracting at the mere thought of having Kol fill her once more, stretching her...

Lips parted. A moan slipped past them when he refused to fully kissed her and chose to do so to the remaining of her naked body, purposely delaying at her hips. To the point where her hands had felt the need to seek and tug at the sheets.

“You have a long road ahead of you before that ha- ah!” The initial contact had her body thrashing against his. It was almost too easy. Livinia mentally cursed him for the ability he had of rendering her helpless. Harsh breaths and the constant attempt to swallow the moans he demanded with the motions of his tongue and fingers left her no room to process the high.

Fingers combed his hair, seized the thick locks and tugged. Her hips swayed towards him, seeking more, knowing she would not be satisfied until he granted her that which she wanted and throbbed for. And he would not allow that until she- “Kol..” Her voice broke, eyes squeezing shut and her back arched when his fingertips rubbed her the right way, causing her arousal to ooze along his fingers. “Kol, please.”

Fearing that he might just refuse and push her a little further, demand she beg more, Liv sat up, hands cupping his face and their lips collided, the taste of her still heavy on his mouth. The distraction had allowed her had to grasp his hardened cock, slow strokes delievered shortly after. “If you slide into me right now, I’ll cum so hard...” her nose brushed against his. “You know how sensitive I am after climax.” She was setting herself up for trouble. She knew it.

Gentle. How long had he waited for someone to in his life that prompted him to be so kind, so tender and gentle in the touch he gave, the way he could embrace her and kiss those sumptuous lips he had claimed? Far too long. But he had kissed her with love and passion in equal strengths, for there was so much more to her than the desire to know she was his, he being hers. She was possessive, jealous, not entirely able to say the three words as he could–but wholly able to express otherwise.

Livinia Berenguer was his. It was time once more to prove it.

Ferocity began to play on his features as she claimed in him words. Some might call it strange how sexy he thought her possessiveness was; they did not know the ten centuries of loneliness, of isolation and isolating himself. But he had wanted to be accepted by someone, not just his siblings. A soft moan from parted lips as, trapped by her legs and spell-casting gaze, Kol arched into those scraping nails. Hips instinctively thrusting forward slightly, hardened member grazing her entrance. “Livinia Berenguer, I am yours.” A firm tone, though lust tinged it quite well. “I am completely and utterly yours.” One palm ran down her thigh again, sliding as he taunted with only the barest hint of a kiss. Began to slide his body down hers, lips sucking, teeth scraping. All until he was nibbling on her hips. “And I will prove so until you beg for sleep.”

His tongue, wicked and skilled, slid along her damp slit, smirking at her taste, the welcome of two digits sinking into her as lips wrapped around her pulsing bud. He had every intention of making her beg now, from his mouth and fingers to so much more.

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His comments were ignored, brushed aside so she might avoid admitting defeat. Familiar with Kol’s ways, he would do one of the two: press until she did, in fact, admit he had wise in selecting a Disney name or let it slide simply because he could do so. Regardless - and in case it helped her case -, Liv chose to claim the bunny, as well as a seat by the large sofa. 

“I lie just fine.” That, in itself, was a lie. She sucked at it. Either that or others were simply gifted in the art of reading her. Which was a plausible alternative, given how a majority of others were vampires with sharp senses. The back of her fingers traced the pet’s spine. “You’re full of rubbish, Kol Mikaelson.” An Original would never marry, right? What was the point if it was only until death do us part? But then vows could be changed... She needn’t concern herself with events that would never really take place. Did she? 

"Wait, come ba-"

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It was lunacy, to take a maddened man and dangle before him that which would only drive him further towards insanity. Was that not what she had done? Kol possessed demons, most of which he no longer insisted on keeping hidden from her. Most were not demons, but ghosts. He often claimed he could feel his sanity slipping. Then why had she just taken it from him, shoved it out the window and then threw herself before him to do with as he pleased. At her core, Liv knew Kol would never truly hurt her. It was Kol who needed to learn as much and this seemed to be the only efficient way of getting that message across.

This being the recklessness with which he took her, filling her to the brim each time, stretching her to take all of him until she felt so overwhelmed, her insides clenched and her eyes rolled back. There were bruises where the Original had touched her in a rougher fashion, her insides already so tight it ached. It was no longer about being on overdrive; it was about being claimed with brutality. Within a few moments she would gave and, when she did, she would be untouchable to all but Kol. Everything would be sore and sensitive. And, when in such a state, Liv only trusted Kol to touch her.

Her back curved against the door, a gasp produced as his fingers tightened around her neck, narrowing her passageways. Walls tightened around his hardened member, making it damn near impossible for him to leave her wet heat. Such rawness in which they insisted on having one another, yet she thrived as she was, with her life in his hands, being fucked senseless. Quite literally. Liv was convinced there had been moments where her consciousness had slipped from her because the waves of ecstasy were too much for her petite body to digest.

Light headed from the blood being drawn from her, even when her fingers dented Kol's flesh, it wasn't with her usual firm grip. "Kol-" her body had viciously shivered between his frame and the door. His name no more than a whimper, a protest to his shift in pace but the long withdraw of him within her made her lips press together, a futile attempt to gather her strength before he filled her again. Every hard inch of him was felt, and she braced herself for the next blow. But she was not prepared. "Kol. Ko-oh-ol!" When the vampire resumed his original pace, she succumbed almost instantly, walls clamping down around his cock before quivering and trembling. She came hard and fast, juices streaming down his shaft, crying out for him time and time again.

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There were many perks to being immortal as Kol was. For one, he did not require as much time to recover as she did. At least, most times he did not. And he was hardly ever pushed to the point of becoming the mess she often was after untamed throes of passion. Whereas her flesh often flushed and burned with heat, Kol's hardly ever maintained the symptoms of rough sex. Unfair, to claim and mark a man, only for his body to erase such beautiful stains so rapidly.

Romatic words barely spoken before her actions had taken a toll on him. Livinia - as he often called her and, as opposed to everyone else, she allowed him the privilege - found herself smirking at the near surface of the beast within the man. Romance was Kol's expertise. Passion, she knew. Romance, he would have to continue to attempt to teach her.

When large hands cupped her luscious rear, her hips had involuntarily rolled against his. The girl's jaw had tightened, that guttural sound scratching within her throat. No longer amused at the prospect of anyone else ever touching Kol in any way, the glare had descended upon her featured prior to the shift in positions. But, as a result of dominating her, Kol had earned a more severe glare. Until he did right with his wrongs and clarified his desires. And, as a result, Liv allowed the sensual kiss, took her time in knocking the air from his lungs - as he often did her -, in stroking his tongue with hers, in savouring the exchange.

Fingertips had pressed to his cheek, a motion she only became aware of once the kiss was broken. The alcohol still lingered in her system. She knew from the lack of hesitancy, from the aggression she carried and because her head still felt too light. Her fingers seized Kol's chin, gentle at first and then firm enough to ensure he could not look away. "You are mine." There was a slight growl to her voice, something she recognized as the tone Kol carried when his vamp face was about to make an appearance. "The good, the bad and all the in between." Knees pressed harder to his hipbones, as though this alone could cage him. "No one can touch you. Be it with the intent of inducing pleasure or pain. Both are mine to inflict upon you." Warm brown hues now burned with a fire that was generally kept under control. "You. are. mine." Nails scraped lightly along his back. "Say it," she demanded, hands seizing each of his cheeks, groping his ass firmly. "And then make me yours."

Were it possible, his skin might glow in this aftermath. What was better than to be utterly blissful, to feel those shivers of pleasure as he was touched, laid upon, and knew that happiness brought by her. As her patterns were shapeless, his words were ancient, of the old tongue he had yet to teach her. Runic as well. Each of love.

"I am yours in every way," he returned to her comment towards being uptight. "As you are uptight, or relaxed, or every variation between and beyond." So he had the strength for fancy, genuine words. Good to know. Still, he smiled tiredly, affection in dark eyes as they met hers, fingers skimming her cheek. Eyes darkening with her suggestions, teeth to his lip. Oh, so this was her game?

Words fell short, were replaced by a small, pleased sound with her attention to his jaw. Bloody minx, his fried brain murmured affectionately. “Well now,” he replied with a slow smile, hand traveling to cup her bare bottom, to caress the delightfully full curve. “That entirely depends on whom I might be caught with, for I do have a refined taste.” A roll and he grinned down at her, well aware of her tendencies if he implied someone other than her accompanying him. So his lips skimmed her jaw, murmuring his next words.

"Her skin would be of the purest, softest porcelain, warm and seductive in the way it beckons my hands," which caressed her thigh. "Her eyes like.. there are no words for the depths of such dark, sweet hues. But a glance from hem and I might fall to my knees in awe, beg to see them aflame with passion for me." A skilled palm slid up her hips to her waist, gently cupping her breast and massaging. "Her body feminine and perfect, of curves and lines I would plead to touch, to kiss until our last days. But her lips.." A near kiss, his breaths brushing hers. "They must be sweet and full, her kiss so ravenous, so addictive that I am helpless to it." A soft lick to her top lip. "If I am to go anywhere.. be sordid and caught with anyone.. then it must be only with you. So no.. no objections if I might do this." A long, slow kiss, sinking into the intimate embrace.

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It had been blinding; the pleasure had consumed her entirely, until she lost all control, no longer to be held accountable for her actions. Her last recollection was that of crying out his name, having the sound of her own voice pierce through her ears as her cries bounced off the tiles and echoed throughout the confined space. It was unlikely that she had continued to insist on movement from then on out, but she both whimpered and moaned as Kol prolonged pleasure for both parties involved, continuously thrusting upwards even when she had stilled, riding out their orgasms.

Her damp forehead had come to rest against the Original's shoulder, chest heaving while attempting to steady the intakes of oxygen. Thus far, she had failed to do so. Liv remained breathless, panting. Trembling fingers, still stained with blood, stroked the arm her nails had sliced open. The wound was no more. Not really a surprise.

Temples brushed, her swollen lips hovering near his ear and the first attempt to rise from his lap was made. She was unsuccessful, gasped when his thick shaft filled her once more, which resulted in a violent shudder on her end. "Bed." A heavy moan spilled from her lips as they brushed against Kol's shoulder. "I want more." If ever Kol had required evidence that the brunette was insatiable, this was it.

Brown hues were met with a darker shade of brown once she pulled back, fingertips grazing his bare chest, dragging downwards and halting at his navel. "Just bear in mind" her gaze had lowered towards his lips, the abrupt desire to taste him at the tip of her tongue momentarily distracting her "I'm human. Take it easy on me," she breathed, leaned forwards, almost kissed him. "Swear it." For a moment, she doubted he had even heard her, but was then reminded of his keen hearing. Her stubborn eyes had yet to abandon his beckoning lips. "Give me your word that you will be gentle."

How about you take your sweetener and shove it.