HAPPY BIRTHDAY, SIBERIA21!

You are my literary soul mate. You are a wonder to behold. This is a brand new Elejah for you. This is different than what I've done so far. I can definitely promise a weekly update on this story as I've been planning this one from quite some time.

So, for your literary pleasure, I present "The Immortal Professor Mikaelson".

P.S: Italics are Elijah's dreams and memories.

Chapter One

She was his poison and his cure.

She rose over him, this woman who was sensuality personified, in the age-old dance of passion. He was nothing but a captive as her hair trailed down on his naked chest. His mouth could only utter her name as her lips left wet kisses in their wake.

He arched towards her, his hips lifting off the bed as her lips closed around his cock.

Visceral.

She was an unquenchable thirst, an unsated need.

Her nails were talons drawing blood from the skin of his back as she came back up and bit his lower lip. The moan that slipped from his mouth in hers was a plea he would never have uttered in a coherent state.

Her skin rubbed against his, a delicious friction he could only feel.

The darkness shielded her face from him, but it didn't matter.

She sank on him slowly, inch by fucking inch. He could feel her heat grip his cock like a tight narrow channel of silk. She controlled him; this goddess he couldn't see. He bucked under her, an animal in his thirst to feel friction.

She laughed a throaty sound that reminded him of warm nights and expensive wines.

When he thought he would go mad, she moved.

It was everything he had never felt in his immortal existence.

In that moment, he knew she was his.

And in next, Elijah woke up alone, spent on cold empty sheets…

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Love y'all.