What If ⚜️ {Klaroline}

CHAPTER 17: PUSH & PULL

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There was no hesitation in her when she grabbed him by the collar of his shirt pulling him flash again her. She brought his lips down on he. Her hands slid under his shirt, trailing off on his well-formed body, at the same time her tongue fought for dominance, but Klaus wasn't one to give without taking. She needed to earn the upper hand.

She tried to flip them over. He let her, curious about what she'd do. Straddling him as she ripped his shirt off of him. She pulled from his mouth momentarily, taking her shirt off and throwing it across the room. He sat up, trailing a hand on her trying to kiss her again but she pushed him down. Again, let her. Groaning when her lips found his neck, she started leaving feather kissed all the way down her torso.

She trailed her tongue on the space between his abs, chuckling against his skin when he hissed. He grabbed her by the hair to drag her face up ravishing her lips again.

"You are a fucking tease, you know that?" he groaned breathing against her lips.

She chuckled.

"But you love it, don't you?" she teased again in a fake innocent tone.

A wild frenzy took over the hybrid. She was again, teasing him, and he was in a desperate need to get her under him, to possess, to consume her, until the thirst for her was fully quenched. He flipped them over again, taking control, dismissing any and every attempt of the baby vampire that writhed underneath him, fighting to regain her ground.

"Don't stop fighting me," he commanded and she obliged.

"I wasn't planning on it," her breathy whisper tipped him to the edge, this girl knew what she was doing.

His hand slid under her skirt, palming her butt.

"Last warning love," he whispered. "do you want this?"

The shivering skin underneath his touch was all the consent he needed. But he wanted her to say it.

Instead of answering she flipped them over again. She bent down kissing him with lust that could set oceans on fire. She trailed down again kissing and licking with an unforgivable pace that made even the original surrender. Klaus couldn't remember when was the last time he desired a woman the way he wanted her. It must've been forever ago.

He felt her fingertips touching the belt and trying to unbuckle it and his eyes flew open. It was now or never.

"Stop," his voice clearly be heard in the dead of the nights.

She did immediately, the all too familiar haze of compulsion fading away as she realized what was going on. With a gasp, she whooshed out of the bed to the other side of the room. Klaus remained to his spot, taunting her for her reluctant desires as the battle with herself mirrored in her eyes. She wanted him and she hated it.

When she made the decision of how to act, Caroline was pissed. The rage in her eyes almost making him flinch. She would give him a piece of her mind if it was the last thing she did.

"You-" she started saying but soon realized she was out of words. Oh she had quite a lot to say, she just couldn't find the strength to finish her insult. Words getting lost in her throat before she managed to voice them.

Klaus stared at her dumbfounded expression with mocking sadness.

"Yes, love?" He mocked tilting his head to the side playfully. "Is there something you want to say?"

"Oh, there are plenty of things I want to say!" She scoffed.

In a flash, she gathered all her clothes putting them back on faster than he could say 'Stop!'.