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Elena knew she'd face repercussions for this later, but the thrill was worth it.
She admired the cut of the dress in the mirror, appreciating how it hugged her figure and accentuated her curves.
It was the kind of dress she'd wear for a special occasion, like Caroline's upcoming birthday party.
As she marveled at herself, Elijah entered the room, clearly agitated on the phone.
Elena couldn't help but smirk as she noticed his frustration, evident from the language he spat out in a mix of English and his native tongue.
His eyes flickered towards her reflection, his demeanor shifting as he took in her attire.
Ending his call abruptly, he approached her, turning her to face him.
"What's this?" he asked softly, his tone betraying a mixture of amusement and concern.
"Do you like it?" Elena teased, a hint of mischief dancing in her eyes.
There was a flicker of something in Elijah's gaze. "Tell me you didn’t wear that outside."
Elena's smirk widened. "Oh, I most certainly did. Gave the neighborhood quite the show. I believe a few teenagers are still recovering from the sight." She signed to add more effect "poor kids"
His eyes flashed momentarily. "You are not wearing that in public."
Elena raised an eyebrow. "So, you don't approve of my choice for Caroline's party?"
"You know I do," he replied, his fingers tracing the delicate lace of her dress. "I just prefer to keep you for myself."
Elena felt a warmth spread through her at his words. "Well, you'll have to share me with the world tonight," she quipped, enjoying the playful banter.
Elijah's expression softened. "Very well, but promise me you'll be careful."
"I promise," Elena assured him, leaning in to press a gentle kiss to his lips.
Elijah, who was once engrossed in kissing the beautiful woman before him, was now looking down at her, his lust palable.
"But what should we do about you wearing this..." He flickered the material with his fingers "...dress outside and giving a show to people?"
Before she could register it, they were no longer against the wall but on the bed, and Elijah's mouth was on her inner thighs, leaving marks on her delicate skin.
Elena moaned, her hand clutching the sheets as her senses ignited.
Elijah's hum vibrated against her skin as his tongue traced patterns of ecstasy, sending shivers down her spine.
She arched her back, surrendering herself to the pleasure coursing through her veins.
"Please," she gasped, barely able to form coherent words as Elijah's fingers found their rhythm, pushing her closer to the edge.
With a cry of ecstasy, Elena tumbled over the precipice, her world exploding into a kaleidoscope of sensations.
Elijah held her close, his touch grounding her amidst the whirlwind of pleasure.
As she slowly returned to herself, Elena found Elijah's gaze locked with hers, filled with love and adoration.
In that moment, she knew that their bond was unbreakable, forged in the fires of passion and desire.
But their night was far from over. With a hunger that matched her own, Elijah guided her to new heights of pleasure, each touch and caress a testament to their fiery connection.
As dawn approached, they lay tangled in each other's arms, breathless and sated. In the quiet of the early morning hours, Elena whispered words of love and gratitude, knowing that they were destined to be together, now and forever.