LUST~NIKLAUS MIKAELSON(book 1)

Chapter 18 Im yours

I didn’t stop running until I reached Klaus' chambers. My breath came in ragged gasps, my chest heaving as I tried to hold back the tears that threatened to spill over. Everything felt like it was unraveling, every thread of control I had fraying at the edges. I pushed open the heavy door, not even bothering to knock, and stumbled inside.

Klaus was standing by the window, the moonlight casting a soft glow over his features. He turned as I entered, his eyes narrowing in concern when he saw my tear-streaked face. “Bonnie,” he said, his voice low and laced with worry. “What happened?”

I couldn’t speak. I couldn’t find the words to explain the storm inside me, the betrayal, the heartbreak. All I could do was stand there, trembling, as the tears finally broke free and ran down my cheeks.

He crossed the room in an instant, his arms wrapping around me, pulling me into his chest. “Tell me,” he urged, his voice soft and soothing, but I just shook my head, burying my face against him. His embrace was strong, protective, and for the first time that night, I felt safe.

“Elijah,” I finally managed to choke out, my voice cracking. “I saw him… with Tatia.”

I felt Klaus stiffen, a growl rumbling deep in his chest. “He betrayed you,” he said, and it wasn’t a question. His voice was cold, filled with a simmering anger that I knew all too well. But when he looked down at me, his gaze softened, and he reached up to brush a tear from my cheek. “He’s a fool,” he murmured, his thumb lingering on my skin, his touch igniting something deep inside me.

I nodded, unable to say more, and rested my head against his chest. His arms tightened around me, his hand stroking my hair as he whispered soothing words, trying to calm the tempest inside me. But the more he held me, the more the tension built between us, a spark that had been smoldering for so long, waiting for the right moment to ignite.

“Klaus…” I whispered, pulling back slightly to look up at him. His eyes were dark, filled with a mix of concern and something else, something that made my heart race.

“Yes, love?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper, his gaze searching mine.

I didn’t answer. Instead, I reached up, my fingers tracing the line of his jaw, feeling the slight stubble beneath my fingertips. He caught my hand, pressing it against his cheek, his eyes never leaving mine. The air between us crackled with tension, the kind that had been building for months, unspoken but always there.

“I don’t want to think about him anymore,” I said softly, my voice trembling with the intensity of what I was feeling. “I don’t want to think about anything but you.”

He hesitated for only a moment before his lips crashed against mine, fierce and demanding, as if he had been holding back for far too long. The kiss was everything I needed—an outlet for all the pain, the anger, the confusion. I kissed him back just as fiercely, my hands tangling in his hair, pulling him closer.

Klaus growled low in his throat, lifting me off my feet as he carried me to the bed. We fell onto the soft sheets, our hands exploring, touching, as if trying to memorize each other’s bodies. His touch was fire on my skin, burning away every thought, every doubt, until all that was left was us.

I had always known there was something more between us, something beyond the connection we shared. But now, in the heat of this moment, that connection deepened into something far more powerful, far more consuming. Every touch, every kiss, felt like a release of the tension that had been coiling between us for so long.

“Klaus,” I gasped as his lips trailed down my neck, leaving a blazing path of sensation in their wake. My hands roamed over his back, feeling the muscles ripple beneath my touch. I needed him, more than I had ever needed anything before. And when he looked at me, his eyes dark with desire, I knew he felt the same.

“I’m here,” he whispered, his voice rough with emotion. “I’m yours, Bonnie.”

Those words undid me. I pulled him closer, our bodies moving together in a desperate, passionate rhythm that spoke of everything we had been holding back. Every kiss, every touch, was a promise—a promise that this was real, that we were real.

As the night went on, the world outside disappeared, leaving only the two of us, lost in the heat of our passion. And in that moment, I knew I had made the right choice. Klaus was the one who had always been there, the one who had never pretended to be something he wasn’t.

And now, as we lay entwined in the aftermath, I felt a sense of peace I hadn’t felt in a long time. I rested my head on his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart, and for the first time in what felt like forever, I allowed myself to just… be.

Because this—being here with Klaus, feeling his arms around me—this was where I was meant to be.