Cold, deadly, heartless, and has no remorse for anyone.
What happens when Klaus finds his counterpart in the eldest Bennett witch, Aziza?
Read to find out.
Leaving out of the study, Aziza saw the Mikaelson's and Bonnie still sitting in the foyer talking.
"So what was that about?" Rebekah asked, wrapping her arms around herself.
Aziza could tell she was worried about Stefan, and felt more confident in her advice to him, about pursuing something more, when Elena's out of the picture.
"Just some friendly advice. Klaus, sweetie, do you mind unzipping me?" She asked, making her way to the stairs.
The original hybrid never moved so fast in his life, and it almost made his head spin.
"Yeah, I'm outta here. I do not wanna hear this shit." Bonnie said, grabbing her bag, and walking out with Kol following behind her.
Upstairs, Klaus stepped into the room behind Aziza, locking the door. His heated gaze trailed up from her heels, all the way up her smooth legs, to her shapely ass that called out to him.
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He intensely watched as she bent over unhooking her heels, exposing her wet sex, since her panties were still in his pocket.
Stepping up behind her, he held onto her waist, pressing his hard bulge against her.
"Can I help you with something?" Aziza sultrily asked, standing up, with her back pressed against his chest.
Klaus caressed one hand up her back, and slowly unzipped her dress, while placing soft kisses down her neck.
When he got the material undone, Aziza pushed it down her body, leaving herself completely exposed in front of her mate.
She'd already been exposed to him, so she was more than comfortable standing completely bare.
Feeling his hands all over her body, she laid her head back on his shoulder, softly whimpering as he palmed her titties in his strong hands.
"I don't think you understand what you've done to me, my love. You've given a monster another reason to live."
Turning around, Aziza gently held his face in her hands, softly kissing him.
"You're not a monster, Niklaus Mikaelson. You just needed someone to love you correctly, and I love you, very much."
There it was.
Three words that were so rare to Klaus' ears, that he'd always had a hard time believing them. Yet, as they were easily spoken from his Aziza's lips, he believed every word.
She loved him, even after knowing all the shit he's done in his lifetimes. She could still love him. Still let him touch her, with the same hands that were usually coated in the blood of his enemies.
