Three days, one hour and forty-nine minutes since Klaus had last touched her.
Three days, one hour, forty-nine minutes and three seconds since Klaus had fucked her.
She hated this. She hated his baiting. She liked chasing bad boys as much as the next girl, but it was his turn to try to capture her attention. Not hers.
So she should stop thinking about swirling her tongue around her finger to lick all of the cream off while he tried to paint her and should instead not make herself available to him. Because he hated things that were unavailable to him.
And she could see Klaus getting distracted by her lying form draped over his crimson red sofa. His lips twitched when her brows rose and he chuckled.
(Her heart skipped a beat, fastening than normal when she heard the rich melody.)
She kept an innocent look in her eyes as she shifted her thighs, her loose skirt falling towards her hips and revealing more of her tanned legs to him. This seemed to capture his attention further but he turned back to his painting.
His hands were starting to shake.
And then he was on her.
She was expecting his lips to burn hers and his fingertips to draw lines down her thighs, but instead, they were replaced with feather-like kisses on her face. He brushed her brown hair out of her face, fanning it out around her as he sat up on his knees and stared down at her.
She was confused at his behaviour. The look he was giving her reminded her of his gentle caresses in the forest. With lips pulled back into his mouth, he takes off his shirt, turning the sleeves inside out.
With one hand resting on the back of the couch, the other one trailed from her stomach, across her breasts and towards her face where he held her chin firmly.
She flushed under his gaze, suddenly feeling self-conscious.
"Look at you, princess," He speaks softly, lips barely moving. "So pretty. So mine."
"What are you doing?" She asks suddenly because he's just watching her like he's never seen her before and she's sprawled out in front of him, completely vulnerable to his advances.
This gets his attention and he leans forward, careful not to put all his weight on her. His other hand joins the first one and they're on either sides of her face as he studies her. "Just looking, love. No need to get defensive."
She squirmed, making him frown.
"What's wrong?" He asks.
"Do I have something on my face?"
He frowns. "Can I not admire beauty when I find it?"
Compliments was something she was familiar with, and she was not vain, but she knew she was far from ugly. But hearing it home from Klaus, the most powerful creature in the entire world, with his bare chest and soft lips and calculating eyes... it made her feel unworthy.
So she ruins it.
"Did you say this to Caroline too?"
He sets his mouth in a straight line. She feels bad. She feels mad. She feels... strangely angered at herself.
"Did you ever see Stefan like this? Damon? Matt?"
She doesn't answer. Because she has.
She nods.
"Then don't ever mention Caroline to me. Don't ever mention those little boys either... do you understand?" He says. There is a set frown on his lips but he's whispering. He's being gentle with her. "Do you understand or not, love? Tell me."
She nods.
"Show me."
She does.
She sits up slowly, pushing him down with one hand, while the other helps her balance herself on top of him. With one finger curling towards her, she beckons him over and he follows.
She keeps her kisses slow and soft, just like he had kissed her before. "What about your painting?"
"What about it?" His voice is shaking. Her hands are shaking.
"Will you not finish it?"
"Not until I finish this."
His hands are inching up her skirt and he helps her take off her jumper, throwing it somewhere to the ground. With a bare chest and legs, she leans forward and he lets her take control.
She had never been with anyone like this, never in such control. He was relaxed, allowing her to take whatever she wanted from him. And she does take.
He's not wearing a belt today and his pants come off far too easily. She grabs his neck, and with all her strength, brings him towards her. She shifts her hips and as she moves her groin against his, he releases a soft hiss and this right here, feels good. Being this close to him and having him in control feels better than it should.
His hands caress her back as continues to grind on her, his head buried in her shoulder. He whispers her name, and the simple gesture causes heat to rise to her cheeks and warmth to spread through her body.
Now resting on the inside of her thighs from opposite sides of her legs, he brings her closer and tugs on her bottom lip. This action allows him better access to his mouth and he kisses her thoroughly as her nails dig into his shoulders and she moans at his finger trailing over her mound.
"Look at me." He demands.
She opens her eyes. Her vision is glossy and heated and her lips part as he licks all up her neck and bites where her pulse it. He doesn't break the skin and the roughness but also gentleness of his teeth brings a wave of pleasure.
Automatically, she bring her hips down on his and he moans. His hair is messy from her running her fingers through it and his lips are so swollen they're red. And still, he looks like the most gorgeous man she's ever seen.
Her hand ventures to his boxers and she smiles at the shaky sigh he releases. His arms tighten around her as she wraps her hands around his member. With a gentle squeeze, she rubs her hand downwards and then upwards again, her thumb brushing over the head.
She's gentle with him now, knowing the barely there touches will drive him insane.
When he's harder, she pulls his underwear completely off and he wastes no time helping her with hers. He kisses her again, guiding her on top of him and down as he pushes inside her.
One arm wraps around her middle and the other brushes the hair out of her face as he watches her. His expression is so fragile and exposed before he kisses her and she finds she loves it when he looks at her like that.
He encourages her, squeezing her butt cheeks and moaning her name so loudly she almost feels embarrassed. Seeing him in so much pleasure completely does it for her as shakes in his arms.
"Klaus... please. Oh God."
She continues her actions as sweat beads trail across their bodies and comes so hard she blocks out his moans with hers.
And when it's over, he's still looking at her that way. The way that makes her blush and feel like a silly school girl.
"I..." He swallows. She feels him getting nervous. "I like you.. here. With me."
She nods because she agrees and because she doesn't want to be anywhere else.
"And I don't want you to leave."
She nods again.
"Will you leave?"
"Will you?" She ask instead and when rolls his eyes, she shifts away from him and lays down on the sofa, exposing her back to him. "I think I might stay. You make good waffles."
He chuckles a little and joins her, nose buried in her hair.
"Klaus?"
"Yes, princess?"
"I still hate you." No, I don't.
"I know." I know you don't.
