Teachings of Greek mythology flew to the forefront of his mind, and there was something so crucial about this left field flutter-by. The relevance of what he saw laid out before him weighted on him like the earth on Atlass eye- were cruel and he was glad templet even sound hopeful that he would. She knew him so well. It was sick how far he let this go. But she was the bubbling fizz in a bottle of champagne: effervescent but the best part.
The pause between her request was enough to swallow Klaus whole, trapping him here in this painful webbing of strings and bedroom eyes that were already settled on rejection.
That she could still find it in her to seduce him despite how empty he left her feelingt see over- and he would not change for her.
At first, she had expected the same from him, but oh, it hurt for them both when they woke up and felt cold sheets and a lazy fan against their backs.
Even as Klaus backed her against the wall and hitched her legs over his hips- she clung to him like he knew the following morning would once this was over- he knew that was over before he buried himself deep inside her. Like the vessel he intended her to be, he fucked her mercilessly, filling her the only way he knew how.
"Stay," she breathed as his mouth seared her neck- not branding, no no no, but hopefully she would remember- and her fingers dug into his shoulders, "stay for the night."
How could passion break his heart?
All he could do was nod uselessly again, and pretend that this didnt.
It didnt even look her in the eyes as he worshiped her.
This was how goddesses died.
Even climax was tainted by the afterglow. He didnI ran through his mind even as he rolled away from her. Itt a lie, even as he walked away from her crumpled form and the ruined bedsheets: he could walk away but he could never let her go.