I'm ashamed it has taken me this long to update, and even more ashamed this chapter isn't as long as I would like it to be! Please don't hate me! I promise I will make it all up! I'm trying to make sure the sex doesn't get repetitive and is spread out, which is why this is as short as it is. But as promised, here is the yummy goodness! Please read up and let me know what you think! I'm nervous about this one but also very happy with it. Enjoy my lovlies!

Juliet let out a gasp as he feasted on her neck, completely ignoring the door handle digging into her back. Using blunt teeth, he nipped at a sweet spot right below her ear and smirked at the hum that escaped her.

"Kol, the driver -"

"Is compelled, darling. He is completely unaware of how desperately you want me," he teased, nipping at her neck once more.

Delirious with desire for him, she could only half heartedly roll her eyes with a chuckle. She shot the cabbie a look just to make sure and was reassured by the blank stare on his face. Kol had immediately told the man her address and to pay no mind to them in the back seat when they were finally able to hail down the cab.

She was pulled out of her thoughts when she felt his hand slowly trailing up her leg and begin to venture under her dress. Smirking, she let her power lash out and scorched his hand before yanking his head back up to latch her lips to his. He growled in the back of his throat and rocked his hips against hers to show he was displeased.

Pulling away, she gave him a dark look. "Patience, darling," she purred. "Wouldn't want all the fun to be over so soon, would we?"

"Do you enjoy playing with fire or does it just come naturally?" he responded, instead running his hand over her side.

She shrugged and nuzzled his neck. "Little bit of both," she breathed in his ear. Kol shivered slightly and she loved the clench her gut gave in response.

Kol felt the cab sway as it came to stop and he glanced up to see her townhouse door. While he disliked the idea of taking his hands off of her, he knew they would have much more fun inside. "Time to go, love."

She bit her lip as they clambered out of the cab, tossing money into the open passenger window before skipping up the steps to her door. Her knees felt like jello and her hands were shaking as she dug for her keys– much to her embarrassment. She could practically feel the arrogance rolling off of him as he came up behind her to bury his face in her hair. Juliet's scent was driving him insane and he grasped her hips to pull her bottom into him to show her just how badly he wanted her. Making a fist so tight her nails bit into her palm, she tried to center herself and just unlock the damn door. Come on, Jules, don't let him win this one. Your turf, your rules.

Finally, she was able to swing the door open and step inside, acutely aware of the chill that graced her back at his absence.

"Forgetting something?"

She pursed her lips to hide her smirk as she tossed her keys and purse on the entry way table, then moved slowly to unbutton her pea coat. She knew she had the upper hand and the power she felt with that knowledge sent a rush through her head.

"Juliet…" Her name rolling off his lips was sinful, especially since she could hear the strain behind it. She bent at the waist to unclasp her shoes, moving slowly and deliberately. She knew he was either staring at her ass or watching the way her fingers ghosted over her ankles – she was fine with either.

Once her shoes were kicked off she looked over her shoulder at him, a sly smirk gracing her lips. "Who's begging who now, Kol?" she taunted, thinking back to the confident text he had sent her the day before.

His hands came up to rest on the threshold where he could not cross, a dark and demanding look on his face. "Very funny, love. Now invite me in," he ordered. She hummed before slowly letting her jacket slide off her shoulders and pool on the floor around her feet. As she took her time sauntering down the hallway, she heard something loud crack and looked behind her to see he had splintered the wood of her door frame where he had his hands. This time she couldn't hold back her whimper at the display of sheer strength. "Juliet," he growled once more.

The fact that he so easily fractured the entryway should have sent fear through her; it clearly should have told her he could kill her in a second! But her mind was clouded with lust and all it did was send heat straight to her core… made her wonder what else those hands could do. She knew if she made this decision there would be no turning back and he could enter her home whenever he wanted.

Kol watched her trail her hand along the wall as she headed to her room, and he hated how weak she was making him feel. He never intended to be the one chomping at the bit, yet here she had rendered him helpless. Her hips were swaying so deliciously it had his hands twitching to be on her. When she reached her room, she stepped inside but looked back at him mischievously.

"Be sure to shut the door on your way in." And she disappeared into her room.

She wasn't sure if that was welcome enough until she was suddenly slammed up against her wall. He placed her hands flat on the wall in front of her and growled when she instinctually stuck her bottom out to rub against him.

"Don't move," he instructed, tracing his hands over her extended arms and down her torso. She shivered beneath him and he smirked. Finally he had the power again. Burying his face in her hair, he inhaled her sent again and grabbed her hips. Juliet heard a rumble in his chest and groaned yet again, not being able to help the twitch of her backside. His hand found the flat of her back and pushed her forcefully into the wall. "I said don't move," he ordered. His hand fisted in her hair and he gave a slight tug to turn her face towards his, his breath skating across her cheek. "Understand?"

She nodded, not trusting her voice. While there was a slight tickle of fear in her belly, the heated waves of longing washed it away. Still facing the wall, she felt him sink lower behind her, hands palming her ass reverently before he shoved the hem of her skirt up and over her plump bottom. She was acutely aware of every sensation, from the way his fingers ghosted along the lace line of her black thong, to the way his lips brushed softy against her skin.

He pressed his face in at the juncture of her thighs to inhale the scent of her sweet sex and smirked when he heard her nails scrape against the wall. She made his mouth water, enough to make him take a nip at the handful of flesh of her backside with blunt teeth, loving the moan that escaped her lips. He was painfully hard, and wanted nothing more than to toss her on the bed and bury himself deep inside of her. But he wanted to make her suffer, wanted her dripping and begging for him. The little witch needed to be reminded of who was in charge. He palmed his cock through his pants as he placed teasing kisses up and down both of her legs.

Juliet was losing her mind. She was trying very hard not to move, like he had demanded, but he was making it incredibly difficult. Forehead pressed to the wall, she tried to focus on her breathing and not the achingly slow pace he was taking. She heard the tear of her panties and felt them pulled away from her body, and was embarrassed when she felt herself get even wetter. Every touch of his hands or mouth left a trail of goose bumps, and she felt her face flush more every time he would bury his nose in her sex. She knew he was doing this on purpose, continuing their little game for control by teasing her mercilessly. And she was rather enjoying playing along. She had never surrendered herself like this to someone before; never let herself feel like prey until now. It was exhilarating to know, somehow, that he wouldn't hurt her, but giving him the opportunity to all the same. Until he used his hands to spread her cheeks so he could run his tongue against her moist folds. Then she lost it.

Before he knew what had happened, he was flung across the room and pinned to the wall by an invisible force. Stunned, he looked up in time to see her face him, a devious smirk on her face. A scowl crossed his features and he could feel his eyes darken. He had finally gotten a taste of her sweet nectar, and he wanted more. Pissed she took that from him, he let his lips peel back in a snarl. "I wasn't done."

She chuckled darkly, adjusting her dress slightly. "I don't care." Walking closer to him, she let her eyes rack over his body, biting her lip as she contemplated her next move. "My turn." Cocking her head to the side, she let her nails scrape down his torso, his shirt literally disintegrating under her touch to expose his toned chest. She purred with feminine delight and couldn't help but lean in for a taste. She knew that if his lips could intoxicate her so much, the rest of him would not disappoint. She heard him throw his heard back against the wall and grunt as she swiped her tongue along the lines of his muscles. Making her way up, she latched onto his neck to kiss and suck. When she felt he was good and distracted by the pleasure, she bit down hard before soothing the mark with her tongue, making him hiss and strain against the hold of her magic. "Patience is a virtue, Kol," she crooned in his ear before taking the lobe between her teeth and giving a tug.

If he didn't want to fuck her so bad, he was sure he'd kill her. She was toying with him, and he hated that his cock twitched with every touch of hers. He had known from the first moment he spoke to her in the bar she would challenge him, but she was pushing it and it was driving him crazy. He knew she was dripping for him; her scent was heavy in the air. It was a small consolation to know she was aching for him as badly as he was for her.

When she pulled away from him and saw his eyes were still edged with dark veins, she giggled. Little ol' me has turned this vamp inside out. Let's see what else I can do. Juliet placed a chaste kiss upon his lips, turning away before she could get sucked in. Standing in front of the bed, she faced him and – deciding she could always buy another dress – let her middle finger trail down her center. His eyes followed her finger as the dress split where she touched. Shrugging out of it, she made quick work of her black lace bra so she was finally bare in front of him.

She was a bloody vision. Standing there practically glowing with magic, completely naked, he couldn't help but groan at the sight of her. She was so much sexier than he ever could have imagined. He watched with rapt attention as she cupped her tits, eyes closing in pleasure as she rolled the hardened buds between her fingers. Kol had known torture throughout his long life, but nothing as delectable as this. Juliet sat on the bed, scooting back so she was propped against her pillows and could still see him. His fangs punched through his gums painfully as he watched her slowly spread her legs for his view. "Christ, Juliet," he hissed.

Dizzy, drunk with power and pure female satisfaction, she watched every expression that crossed his face as she slowly trailed her right hand down her torso, left hand busy at her breast. "Look how wet you've made me, Kol," she hummed, fingers skating over her core. She gasped at the feeling. She honestly didn't think she had ever been this turned on in her entire life. She had never ached for someone as desperately as she ached for Kol. She was literally quivering as she exposed herself to him, fingers dipping into her center before running over her slit and back again, watching as his eyes somehow darkened even more. Her heart felt like it was going to burst out of her chest it was beating so fast, almost to the point of pain. Exhibitionism had never crossed her mind before, but as she slowly spread her lips for him and felt her juices coating her fingers, she knew it was something she'd have to try again.

She applied more pressure to her clit, which sent shocks of pleasure coursing through her system. She arched her back and her eyes fluttered closed at the sensation, when suddenly he was on top of her. Gasping, her eyes widened in surprise..

"Lost your focus, love," he chastised playfully, running a hand up the length of her before closing it around her throat gently. "No more games."

Realizing he had shed the remainder of his clothes as fast as he had pounced on her, she sent up a silent prayer of thanks that she would finally have him. "Please," she whispered, arching her hips to try to grind into his bare dick. It had been so long…

Hearing her plea was the final straw. Gripping his cock he passed it through her slick folds a few times, making her whimper, before he sheathed himself in her in one thrust. "Jesus."

"Oh, God," she moaned, nails digging into his shoulders as she adjusted to his impressive length. He filled her absolutely, hitting her so deliciously deep. He was hot and hard as he supported his weight on his arms that lay on either side of her head, face buried in her shoulder and hand still around her throat. The slight pressure he was applying there was making her walls clench around him.

She was so wet and warm, and so goddamn tight. Being one of the oldest vampires in the world, he prided himself for having a great sense of control over his body – but the minx of a witch beneath him was testing said control. He felt as if he might erupt inside of her if he wasn't careful. She began gyrating her hips, encouraging him to move.

She felt him pull out almost all the way before slamming back into her. Over and over he slid in her, the knot in her gut tightening with every thrust. The tendons in his neck were strained and she couldn't help but lean up and latch with her mouth. Her hands wrapped around to feel the muscles of his back and he grabbed her hips to angle her up more, getting even deeper with the new angle.

"Oh shit, yes. So good," she gasped as he pounded into her. Without realizing it her power sizzled out from her hands when she clawed down his back, making him hiss in pain and pleasure. The flesh beneath her fingers burned and scarred only for a moment before healing.

The pain she brought him heightened his senses and he glanced down to see her carotid artery ticking away. Under the smell of sex he could smell her; her blood pumping away to the beat of her racing heart. To stop himself from taking a taste, he moved his hand over her pelvic bone to where they were and began rubbing her swollen clit.

Without warning, she cried out, back arching and eyes squeezed shut, as she crashed over the edge. Her juices coated him and he loved it. Her orgasm tore through her, leaving her trembling at Kol's relentless pace. He didn't let up and continued to possess her body. Her walls continued to clamp around his shaft as aftershocks of her orgasm racked her body. Looking down, he was met with her glazed eyes staring straight back at him.

She began rocking her hips in motion with his, having now recovered from the earth shattering climax. The feeling of control returned momentarily as he stilled, letting her pump his cock in and out of her oversensitive pussy slowly. She looked so tantalizing with her flushed skin and how she was moving against him, and he growled when she bit her lip in pleasure. Kol reached up and pulled her plump lip out from between her teeth with the pad of his thumb before leaning down and taking it between his own, careful not to scrape her. Their tongues collided and both savored the taste of the other. When they pulled away breathless, she let her lips skate across his ear. "Fuck me, Kol."

Growling, he could do nothing but comply. Her voice was velvet and spurred him on, and they began their fast race all over again. This time they held nothing back. The sound of their skin moving against each other filled the room, along with their moans and labored breathing. Juliet wanted to ride him, but the thought left her mind when his lips closed around her nipple. God, he seemed to be everywhere, touching everywhere. His tongue flicked the pink peak skillfully, sending her careening towards her second orgasm. "Kol… I'm going to… oh god," she panted.

He picked up his pace, feeling his balls tighten. "Cum for me, darling," he purred in her ear. His words sent a jolt down her spine, straight to her core. She came again, screaming his name as she saw stars. When he felt her nails bite into his skin yet again he let himself explode, filling her with his seed. His release had been so pent up, when he came it was with a roar, fingers gripping the flesh of her tit roughly. He hadn't had a fuck that good in centuries – and not just because he had been daggered. She was exquisite.

He pulled out of her and collapsed at her side, both spent. His arm was draped across her torso and she began gliding her fingers over it gently – a completely different sensation than the one her fingers were creating just moments ago. After a moment of catching their breath, Kol smirked.

"I told you I'd get what I want."

Juliet couldn't even be mad. She chuckled and smacked his arm lightly. "Still sound like an ass," she replied, turning her head to look at him. His eyes were closed and she couldn't help but follow suit, getting comfortable. She had a feeling she was going to sleep wonderfully that night.