Red✔️ (L. St. John & E. Mikaelson & F. Mikaelson)

Twenty-two

I stood there, frozen.

How could he say that name so flawlessly? So, effortlessly?

He didn't get it. Didn't relate to the loss I experienced.

The heartbreak.

"Eleanor??" I could hear Finns voice behind me. It echoed in my head like a distant memory.

"Love?" Enzo... he probably wouldn't understand either. None of them would.

I blinked a few times. Clearing my vision to see Elijah giving me a calculated stare.

"She's no one." I finally spoke. Kol opened his mouth but shut it the second I gave him a flashed eye. "Enzo.. I'm peckish.. do you mind?" I questioned. Self-sabortage. I knew it all too well.

Finn let my waist go reluctantly as Enzo pulled me inside. The woman of my past forgotten by his gleeful to fulfill my wishes.

"Don't you think we should talk about this, love?" Enzo asked as he sat on the bed and let me straddle his lap. I shook my head as I leaned in, kissing his neck as my red nails ran through his hair, causing him to groan. "You know.. I don't know this woman you loved... but from I do know from Kol.. she did you so wrong... probably lived with regret."

"Enzo... please..." I whispered as I teared up. He nodded and shut his mouth, tilting his head for me. I stared at his neck for a solid minute.

I wondered what her blood tasted like...

Not that i would ever know since that was so long ago, and she's probably dead now.

With that, I sank my fangs into his neck. Enzo grabbed my waist tightly as I let his blood fill my mouth with a groan of satisfaction. 

"Oh, bloody hell.." Enzo groaned as I bit down harder into his neck. I could feel how hard he was right now as he pulled me firmly down against his lap. A shiver ran through me as I gulped down his delicious blood and grinded my hips against him needily.

A growl filled my throat as his hands moved to grasp at my ass. Pushing me to move harder against him.

More. I needed more.

I pulled my fangs from his neck with a gasp and pulled his shirt open as I leaned in and kissed him for the first time. My lips bloody.

Enzo pulled me closer as his lips moved with mine frantically. His hands moved to my hair as he tried to find a place for his hands to go. I moaned as he tugged at my hair, my nails dragging along his chest, sizzling against his skin.

"I can't do this -" Enzo said as he pulled my hands off him and began to rip my pants open. I groaned, encouraging him as I lifted up a bit only for him to rip my pants in half at the seam.

We were acting like two virgin high schoolers who were sloppy and overly excited to have sex for the first time.

"Need you... in me... now... " I wanted as I  pulled his pants down before guiding him inside of me.

It was not the most romantic sex I had... but it was definitely up there in the top five of best times I'd had.

Enzo groaned with me as I rode him as if my life depended on it. And maybe it did. Maybe my life did depend on riding Enzos slightly above average dick.

Or maybe I was just a cheap whore.

My nails dug into Enzos shoulders as I moved fast against him. Our lips move together.

Maybe if I had a slightly lucid thought process... I would have noticed the purple mist I was producing against him... or maybe I would realize how energized I was feeling.

But no.

All I could think about was the cock that I was desperately riding to completion.