Klaus Restart.
WARNING THIS KLAUS HAS THE POWER THAT L.J. SMITH THE ORIGINAL WRITER OF KLAUS MIKAELSON GAVE HIM.
BUT WITH MORE COMPASSION WHICH PLEC GAVE HIM.
THIS KLAUS MIKAELSON IS A MIXTURE OF BOTH.
DO NOT READ IF YOU CANNOT WRAP YOUR IMAGINATIVE...
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The air in their cozy apartment was thick with desire as Damon and Bonnie circled each other like predators, their eyes locked in a heated gaze. Her dark skin glistening in the candlelight, her green cat-shaped eyes narrowed in concentration. They moved closer together, the space between them electric, charged with the promise of what was to come.
With a single fluid motion, Damon swept Bonnie into his arms, her small curvaceous body pressed tight against his own. Her heart raced beneath his lips as he lowered his mouth to hers, their tongues tangling hungrily. He could feel her magic coursing through her veins, it only served to fuel his own primal desires.
She arched her back, gasping for breath as he carried her across the room and lowered her onto the bed. Her hands fluttered to his chest, fingers digging into his skin as he leaned over her, his lips trailing a path down her neck. He bit down gently, eliciting a moan of pleasure from her throat.
Damon's fangs extended, the tips brushing against her skin, and Bonnie shuddered with anticipation. She closed her eyes, focusing on the sensations coursing through her body as he drew her blood. The connection between them was intense, their magical energies mingling and swirling around them like a living thing. He suckled at her wound, and she felt her strength flow into him, fueling his passion.
Their lovemaking was a dance of power and surrender, of dominance and submission. Damon's body was a living, breathing extension of his vampiric nature, and he used it to claim her, marking her flesh with his teeth and his tongue. Bonnie arched her back, her fingers digging into his shoulders as she met his every move with a ferocity that matched his own.
The air around them crackled with the energy of their passion, the scent of their sweat and arousal thick in the air. They moved together in perfect harmony, their bodies becoming one as they explored each other's desires. Damon's fangs scraped against her skin, drawing her blood and releasing her magic into their shared space. The sensation was intoxicating, and it seemed to heighten their senses, making every touch, every caress, more intense than the last.
Bonnie arched her back, her breasts pressing against Damon's chest as she wrapped her legs around his waist. She moaned his name, her voice low and throaty, and he growled in response, his hands gripping her hips tightly. He felt her power coursing through him, her magic melding with his own, and it was a heady sensation, one that made him lose control.
He began to move faster, his thrusts deeper, his fangs grazing against her neck. The sounds of their passion filled the room, mingling with the scent of their sweat and desire. Their bodies were one, moving together in a dance of passion and power. As he felt himself nearing the brink, he bit down harder, drawing more of her blood and releasing even more of her magic into the air.
Bonnie cried out his name as the sensations overwhelmed her, her body tensing and her muscles convulsing around Damon. He felt her power course through him, igniting a spark inside him that threatened to consume them both. With a growl, he released his hold on her, his fangs retracting as he arched his back, his own orgasm rocketing through him in a hot, intense wave.
